Chapter 110 Deep into the Bone Marrow
Liang Jishen stared at the floor. Three shadows were entangled, so glaring that the bones at his temples bulged. He opened the door and slammed it hard.
The wind from the corridor, mixed with the soapy scent of his coat, blew on He Sang's face. Her throat felt sour and swallowing saliva was as painful as a knife.
One wrong step leads to all wrong.
The more you hide, the more you will be exposed.
I was afraid that he would misunderstand me, but I found that I had no way to argue.
If she had confessed her mistake earlier when the secretly taken photos of Susu were first circulated in the theater, the situation would not have become a deadlock.
It is also possible that the moment she confessed, the relationship between Liang Jishen and her was wiped out.
Love is the most unpredictable thing in the world.
He Sang felt as if there were thousands of pieces of gravel grinding against her skin and head over and over again. The pain was barely noticeable, yet it penetrated deep into her bones.
Liang Chihui reached out and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, comforting her in a gentle voice, "The third brother is a man. It's hard for a man to remain calm in the face of this situation. He will figure it out."
He Sang lowered his head, tears falling on the toes of his shoes.
Liang Jishen actually planned to expose her.
The pressure from Zhonghai and the pressure from the province are two invisible mountains. To put it nicely, she is a drama actor, and in the eyes of the upper class, she is just an entertainment, a clown.
Liang Yanzhang liked her and supported her because of Weng Qiong, but in fact, he only treated her as entertainment and as a way to reminisce about his youth.
She had never thought that Liang Jishen was willing to withstand the pressure and stand up to the controversy.
He Sang cried hoarsely and looked at Liang Chihui, "Will he always hate me and ignore me?"
"No." Liang Chihui tightened his grip on her shoulders, "The third brother has a bad temper. He's angry. Wait until he calms down."
He Sang brushed his hand away, pushed the door open and was about to leave, but then stopped and turned his head, "Is your wound broken open—"
Liang Chihui smiled calmly and rolled up his sleeves casually, "It's okay."
She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not leave. She was fully responsible for his injury, so how could she just leave and ignore his bleeding wound?
He Sang opened the medicine bag and said, "Your injury is important, apply the medicine first."
Liang Chihui stared at her silently for a while, then sat down with his back to her. The wound was sticky and stuck to his shirt. It was torture to take it off. He tore it off with great pain. The mixture of the dried skin and the newly opened skin was shocking.
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Liang Jishen came out of the hotel lobby. Cheng Xun went forward to greet him and was suddenly startled.
He looked even more sinister and ominous than when he walked out of Miss Song's ward yesterday.
Having followed Liang Jishen for seven years and being in the same group of employees as Xin Xin, Cheng Xun had never before been able to recall Liang Jishen losing his composure like this.
Liang Jishen is a man who keeps his composure.
In Hebei Province, he is a prominent figure of the younger generation and is recognized as someone who can accomplish great things and keep the situation under control.
In early February, a resolution was voted through to appoint Liang Jishen as deputy general manager of China Overseas Group. Out of 27 votes, 26 votes were in favor, one vote was abstention, and no vote was against.
Apart from Liang Jishen, there is no other young man in the whole province who is so popular.
What is appreciated above is his steadiness and sophistication.
It's really rare to be pushed to this point.
"Mr. Liang." Cheng Xun said cautiously, "We're going to the apartment..."
Liang Jishen's pupils were bloodshot, and in the night, the chill was biting. "Four days ago, the factory building in the western suburbs caught fire, and Liang Chihui came to Zhonghai to look for me."
"I did come to you. It was during a board meeting, and several committee members were arguing with each other. I wanted to report the matter, but you gestured for me to leave."
The man looked at him, "Why didn't you mention it after the meeting?"
Cheng Xun also felt wronged. "The chairman happened to be returning to China, and you asked me to pick him up at the airport. It was 8 pm when you met him. You were entertaining the head of the railway at a restaurant. The third secretary said there was a problem with Metro Line 7 and that there were loopholes in Zhonghai's construction drawings. You drank a lot of wine to apologize. You have always been serious about your work, so how dare I bother you with personal matters? The next day, Zhang Group exposed the photos, and it was too late for me to report it, so I simply didn't mention it."
Liang Jishen's chest heaved more and more rapidly. He gripped the car door armrest, the veins on the back of his hand ferociously etched, a chilling blue-indigo color. His head was momentarily deprived of oxygen, and large areas of his vision went black. Countless grid-like "snowflakes" covered the lights of the tall buildings. He paused for a long moment, and the snowflakes disappeared, and the neon lights returned to their vibrant colors.
He got in the car and massaged his eye sockets vigorously. The car was heated and he was wearing plenty of clothes, but he was like an ice cellar, with a gloomy look between his brows and a very dangerous aura.
"Where is Xin Xin being held?"
"In my lady's courtyard."
Liang Jishen raised his head, resting his head on the back of the chair to calm his breath, "Turn off the lights."
Cheng Xun turned off the reading light in the back seat.
The small courtyard house was a birthday gift from Mrs. Qiu to Ji Xilan. It was small, just over 100 square meters, less than one-fifth the size of the Liang family's large, three-entry, three-exit courtyard house in the capital. Fortunately, it was in a prime location, within the heart of Chang'an District, with easy access to the city. Ji Xilan loved Huaiyang cuisine, and nearby was one of the city's most authentic restaurants. Mrs. Qiu had gone to great lengths to please her.
At nine o'clock, the sound of a car shutting down was heard in the yard. The woman lying on the bed moved her eyes and felt inexplicably cold.
The car lights flashed through the window glass, and the woman sat up suddenly.
Liang Jishen got out of the car with a gloomy face. This courtyard consisted of a north room, a mahjong room and a square garden. After passing through the garden, Cheng Xun pushed open the door of the north room, moved a rattan chair from the garden, and placed it behind Liang Jishen.
Liang Jishen didn't sit down. He was a mysophobe and thought the place was dirty. In fact, the nanny had cleaned the bed very tidy. Maybe he thought the woman on the bed was dirty, but he didn't touch anything she had used.
Liang Jishen's disgusted attitude stimulated the woman. She jumped off the bed, but her legs went numb and she fell at his feet.
A row of large red lanterns hung in the Chinese-style corridor outside the house, and Xin Xin's face was clearly exposed in the dim light. "Mr. Liang...when will you let me go?"
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