Chapter 118 Many Lovers, Only One Woman
"I can write."
He hummed.
He Sang sat quietly on the sofa, holding a pen, writing a line and crossing out a line, with a frown on his face, not looking like he knew how to write.
Although Liang Jishen had never written a speech, he had written speeches for the top leader when he was working in the district procuratorate. Most of the speeches that the top leader used for meetings in the city were written by him. He was quite skilled in writing formal speeches.
The format of the self-criticism letter was actually similar, and he finished it in half an hour. He just liked to see He Sang being clever, showing off, and looking anxious and pitiful.
Three parts cuteness, seven parts stubbornness.
"Dear Zhong Hai..." she muttered softly, her handwriting was quite beautiful. She freed one hand and took the cooked pear cake from the box.
First lick, then bite, and finally hold it in your mouth and swallow.
The red bean paste is like cinnabar, adding a touch of beauty to her.
There was a whirlpool in Liang Jishen's eyes, and his gaze became even deeper.
"Is it tasty."
He Sang nodded and sucked his index finger. "The red bean ones are delicious, but the strawberry ones are too sour without sugar."
The man was close, his breath was so hot that she shrank her neck. "I can't write if you stare at me."
Liang Jishen let out a barely perceptible laugh from his throat, "If I don't keep an eye on you, how can you write it?"
"I'll finish writing by ten o'clock at the latest."
"good."
After dinner, Liang Jishen was looking for a book in the attic while He Sang continued to write in the study. With only five minutes left until ten o'clock, the man slowly came down from the attic. There was no movement in the study. The dim warm light reflected a graceful and slender shadow. He Sang was lying on the table with the straps of her nightgown falling to her elbows. It seemed that she had slept for quite a long time.
Liang Jishen walked around the desk. She had been thinking all night and had finally written seven lines.
He ate three plates of fruit.
He picked up the manuscript and frowned.
"Dear leaders and employees of China Shipping Group, I apologize with a deeply saddened heart..."
All wrong.
"Deeply saddened" is the official eulogy for condolences, and "leader" is the name used by subordinates to address their superiors. He is the immediate superior of Zhonghai, and this name cannot be used, as it would lower his status.
Liang Jishen rolled the paper into a tube and poked her face. It was typical that after taking an exam, all the knowledge was forgotten.
He Sang felt itchy in her sleep and brushed away the paper tube. He then moved closer and poked her nose. She brushed it again. Liang Jishen teased her for a while, tore it into pieces and threw it into the trash can, then picked her up sideways.
She was dazed and subconsciously snuggled into his neck, "I haven't finished writing..."
Liang Jishen looked down at her. Her chin was shimmering like a thread of water, and her lips were small, round, and pink. He couldn't help but recall He Sang's seduction of him in the car—persistent, flirtatious, and charming. Perhaps because they were unfamiliar, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. His whole body flushed, and sweat dripped, soaking a small spot on his shirt.
There is no man who doesn't like a woman who breaks the mold and is intimate and hot.
He is serious with outsiders, but has an insatiable desire for his own women.
He Sang's unique move really touched his heart.
Liang Jishen walked back into the room, keeping his steps steady and controlled. He Sang didn't feel any bumps, and was placed in the middle of the bed. He leaned over, covered her with a blanket, and tucked her long hair away from the pillow. She was restless in her sleep, tossing and turning, which could easily cause her scalp to rip.
The man dimmed the floor lamp again. Not wanting to disturb her, he went to the bathroom next door to take a shower. Halfway through, Jiang Xiaochu knocked on the door, "Mr. Liang."
The sound of running water was loud. He only heard knocking on the door but no one talking. He reached out and turned off the shower.
"Mr. Liang?"
Liang Jishen collected his thoughts, pulled off his bathrobe, tucked it in tightly, and opened the door. "Why are you here?"
Jiang Xiaochu's expression was tense. "I was sorting through the documents in your office this afternoon. One of them was urgent, and I didn't look at it carefully. I only discovered it while working overtime in the evening, so I rushed it over." She pointed to the door. "Secretary Cheng pressed the password yesterday, and I wrote it down."
There were still drops of water on Liang Jishen's forehead, and mist was everywhere behind him. Although his bathrobe covered his face, the way his chest swelled up with his breathing revealed a strong and muscular body.
Jiang Xiaochu does have no experience, but that doesn't mean all the female employees at China Overseas have no experience. Jiang Xiaochu also heard about their discussions in the cafeteria.
Those who have made it to the top or second position in a provincial enterprise are usually old men with fat waists and round bellies. Someone as handsome and tall as Liang Jishen is one in a million.
Jiang Xiaochu was a little dazed.
Liang Jishen took the document and said, "There are differences between men and women. You shouldn't enter without my permission."
She said timidly, "I rang the doorbell...but no one opened it."
"Did you ring the doorbell?" He immediately walked to the bedroom and gently pushed the door open. He Sang was sleeping soundly and was not disturbed.
He closed the door quietly again and looked through the documents.
This is the acceptance report for the completion of Line 6. The Ministry of Urban Construction only gave it a passing score, and some sections of the road required rework.
"I understand." Liang Jishen went straight to the study, "You can go home after get off work."
Jiang Xiaochu walked behind and didn't go in. He just stood in the corridor and said, "I was negligent."
The man moved a chair with one hand and turned on the desk lamp with the other. "Cheng Xun is responsible for cleaning up my office and issuing documents."
"Secretary Cheng has been working non-stop lately. He's been very tired. I'm just being kind and sharing some of the chores with him—"
"Okay, be careful next time."
Liang Jishen was always courteous with his female subordinates, with Cheng Xun generally the one doing the criticism while he remained behind the scenes. His female subordinates often found it difficult to handle his criticisms, as they had a veiled admiration for him, and no matter how harsh or harsh Cheng Xun's criticisms were, they wouldn't take it personally.
He noticed Jiang Xiaochu didn't move from the corner of his eye, so he raised his head and asked, "Anything else?"
"China Overseas Group has been spreading rumors that between you and Miss He..." Jiang Xiaochu didn't continue.
Liang Jishen closed the document and looked at her. "What do you want to ask?"
Jiang Xiaochu was angry and asked, "Is Miss He your lover?"
"no."
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Such a big incident, the ambiguous photos of He Sang and Liang Chihui are real, not synthesized, not a frame-up. No one can guarantee that they did not have physical relations. Liang Jishen is so high up, how could he not be suspicious and not mind?
It's man's nature.
"In my heart, you are spotless, as heroic and wise as a god, perfect and flawless. Your reputation is more important than anything else. They framed you, why don't you come clean?"
"Because it's not a frame-up." Liang Jishen sat upright and solemnly. "He Sang has been with me for more than a year."
Jiang Xiaochu was stunned. "Didn't you say she wasn't your lover?"
"She's my woman, not my lover. A man can have many lovers, but a woman can only have one." His face was not looking good. "Assistant Jiang, I won't answer questions that are not related to work."
Jiang Xiaochu was in a daze and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
There was a sound of wind hitting the window in the bedroom. Liang Jishen stood up and said, "You can go back."
......
He Sang slept until dawn.
Liang Jishen was already dressed neatly, not in formal attire, but in casual wear. He was probably going to take a day off and not go to work at Zhonghai.
He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, had a clean-shaven beard, and had a fresh and heroic face. He was half leaning and half sitting in a lazy posture, with his left leg resting on the edge of the bed, his right leg bent, and a piece of manuscript paper on his knee.
He wrote three pages of self-criticism in a very eloquent manner. Liang Jishen was quite accomplished in calligraphy, and the characters he wrote casually were vigorous and meaningful.
He Sang turned sideways and put his arms around his waist. "You got into bed by yourself. I didn't climb into your bed."
The milky white curtains floated in the morning breeze. The golden sunlight shone through the window. He Sang's body wrapped in pajamas exuded a faint fragrance. Liang Jishen's heart softened and he finally put his arms around her back.
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