Chapter 122 I Don’t Like Being in the Car
Zhou Kun and Liang Jishen entered the reception room, and Hu Nongnong took He Sang to catch butterflies and pick strawberries.
Liang Jishen looked around and pointed at the canal and underground spring beside him with his index finger, holding the cigarette. "Is it clean?"
"The spring water from Xishan is rich in trace elements. I spent seven figures digging it," Zhou Kun said. "My father has been scheming his whole life, always afraid of making a wrong move. I can't live like him. It's too tiring. My father-in-law is planning to transfer me to the education department. Aside from those two guys from the Ye family, my university grades are the best. I'm at least qualified to be vice president, right?"
Liang Jishen scooped a spoonful of spring water from the water tank and tasted it. It was clear and sweet. He threw the wooden spoon back and asked, "How much did you spend on this place?"
"The suburbs are not worth much. Including the land, it's over 60 million."
He took the ashtray while puffing on his cigarette and said, "Give it to me."
"You're moving to the suburbs?"
Liang Jishen raised his eyebrows and smiled, "No?"
"Zhonghai Group is over 80 kilometers away from the eastern suburbs. Aren't you going to bother?"
He flicked off the ash from his cigarette and said, "I'm not going to do it anymore."
"Return to Liang's?"
"No."
"Retired?" Zhou Kun was surprised. "Back then, you swore an oath in uniform that no matter what position you were in, you would devote your life to it. Have you changed your mind?"
"I protected others, but who protected my woman?" Liang Jishen's teeth bulged. "I was in meetings and negotiations at the company, rectifying the internal affairs, and I only slept ten hours a week. My woman was almost murdered in another province. The incident was exposed. Zhonghai scolded me, Liang scolded me, and Lao Jiang also punished me. If I weren't Zhonghai's vice president, I would be completely clean."
"They have different positions," Zhou Kun advised him. "Chiang Kai-shek parachuted you into managing Zhonghai. The old men at Zhonghai weren't convinced, and Chiang Kai-shek was under pressure. He punished you to appease public opinion, but did he really want to slap you in the face? He had no other choice. Locals like Hu Dafa and Li He, and Mr. Chen from another province, have all provoked He Sang, right? She's wronged, but she relies on this job, and she can't avoid it. A man and a woman can live peacefully, one in front of the stage and the other behind the scenes, or both behind the scenes. If both are in front of the stage, and one gets into trouble, the other will suffer."
Liang Jishen said nothing.
Zhou Kun understood him well. Once he made up his mind, nothing could change it. He felt very aggrieved when the "photo gate" incident became a hot topic.
"If you withdraw at this critical moment, the Liang Group will definitely not accept you. Your father might even turn against you. Where will your financial resources be?"
He squinted his eyes as he smoked, his gaze fixed on He Sang, who was not far away. "Old Qiu and I have a business in another province. He manages it, and I invest. We have enough money."
Zhou Kun suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he frequently went to other provinces. On the one hand, it was to see He Sang, and on the other hand, it was to arrange a retreat.
Even if this incident had not broken out, Liang Yanzhang had evil intentions and he would have sent He Sang into trouble sooner or later.
"Zhou Kun!" Hu Nongnong cried, "I fell!"
Zhou Kun quickly got up and tried to rescue Hu Nongnong. She was stuck in the soft mud and was covered in dirt.
He Sang caught a purple-winged, black-boned butterfly and excitedly went to Liang Jishen, "Have you ever seen a purple butterfly?"
She was sweating all over from running, her clothes were wet, her skin was white with a hint of pink, like a small glutinous rice dumpling. The man couldn't help but look gentle, "I've never seen it before."
He Sang carefully opened her clasped hands, and the butterfly flapped its wings and landed on the tip of her nails.
She stared at the butterfly, and Liang Jishen stared at her. The sunlight shone on the glass roof, her hair was shimmering, and his cold and sharp face also softened a lot.
"There are yellow, brown, and gray butterflies in the butterfly house. There are hundreds of them."
Liang Jishen's eyes were full of smiles. He held her and sat her on his lap. "Isn't the gray one a moth?"
"Butterflies and moths are close relatives."
"Is it a close relative?" He teased her, holding her waist with his hands. "Did your teacher teach you that at school?"
He Sang said confidently, "I guessed it."
"What are you closely related to?"
She said nothing.
"You and the little vixen are close relatives."
His breath was hot and teasing. He Sang tilted his head, "You and wolves are close relatives."
"Why a wolf?"
His breath was so hot, it was clearly the stubble from that morning's shave, which had grown back into a dense layer, and she got goose bumps.
"Treacherous, carnivorous."
Liang Jishen noticed Zhou Kun and Hu Nongnong coming back from the corner of his eye and licked the vein on her neck. "Wolves love to eat little foxes."
The next second, he let go.
Hu Nongnong was carrying a bamboo basket of strawberries, and Zhou Kun picked even more and placed them on the table. "I spent a lot of money to treat you. If these strawberries were on the market, I would lose money even at 50 yuan per pound."
He Sang picked up one, washed it, removed the strawberry stem, bit half of it, and handed it to Liang Jishen's mouth. There were faint fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and his teeth only bit a small bit, which tasted the sour and sweet taste of the strawberry and the sweetness of her lipstick.
"You put on makeup behind my back again."
She rubbed the back of her hand, "My mouth is chapped..."
"Uncle San, you're too chauvinistic, aren't you? You even care about a little girl putting on lipstick." Hu Nongnong criticized him, "You're not going to marry her."
"Who said I won't get married?"
He Sang's hands froze.
Hu Nongnong's eyes widened, "You said that in the corridor outside!"
"Why should I tell you the truth?"
Zhou Kun slammed the table and laughed, "Let's testify. Liang Laosan has agreed to marry He Sang. If he dares not to, we will sue him for playing with the feelings of a young girl."
He Sang's heart was pounding. She raised her eyelids. Liang Jishen didn't look at her. He looked at Zhou Kun with a smile and crushed the cigarette butt casually.
......
Liang Chihui came out of the old house and first went back to No. 14 Courtyard of Bixi Mansion, picked up a car, and went straight to Jinyue Mansion.
It was the first moderate rain in Hebei Province since the beginning of spring. The streets and alleys were covered in gray, and the windows on the second floor of Jinyue Mansion were pitch black.
He parked the car, unbuckled his seat belt, called Gu Jianghai, and asked for Mrs. Qiu's number.
Mrs. Qiu said on the phone that He Sang is currently living in Jinyue Mansion, but Mr. Liang does not accept her very much and there is a gap between them.
Liang Chihui held the phone and said nothing.
"Second Master Liang, the photos of you and Xiao He are all over the place, and she hasn't been working at the theater lately." Mrs. Qiu hesitated. "Mr. Liang almost broke up with her. You have nothing to fear from your own integrity, but rumors are terrifying. Aren't women the most innocent victims of gossip?"
Liang Chihui said calmly, "You have always taken care of her, thank you."
Mrs. Qiu was stunned and before she could reply, the phone was hung up.
There's something wrong with this attitude.
It is Mr. Liang who should express his gratitude to her. It is not reasonable for Liang Chihui to thank her for taking care of He Sang.
Judging from his expression, it seems that there is no conclusion yet.
There is a high probability that we will continue to communicate in the future.
......
At ten o'clock, under the dim yellow street lights, a horn was heard.
Liang Chihui straightened his seat and opened his eyes. A black Hongqi L5 drove into the intersection and parked outside the gate.
The headlights were on for a long time. Cheng Xun got out of the car first and went straight to the yard. The rear of the car was shrouded in shadows, and the front of the car was shaking violently in the light and shadow.
Liang Jishen reached from the back seat to the driver's seat and turned off the headlights.
In the darkness, the car swayed even more violently.
He Sang heard the sticky sound of kissing, and the impact of hearing and touch burst out simultaneously. She felt a tingling sensation flowing deep in her bones, and her toes curled up involuntarily.
Liang Chihui lit a cigarette with one hand and placed the other on the steering wheel. The windshield was dripping with water and the air was too humid. The wipers had just finished wiping when it was covered with white mist again.
He simply lowered the driver's window.
The smell of earth mixed with grass that hit his face made him frown.
Liang Chihui was smoking his third cigarette when the door of the Hongqi L5 opened.
He Sang was wearing a men's jacket with a tank top underneath and a white knitted top rolled up at her waist. She got out of the car shivering.
Liang Jishen frowned and slowed down his pace. In the dead of night, his voice was clearly audible, "Are you being pretentious again?"
She cried, "It hurts."
"I protected your head so it wouldn't hit the roof of the car."
"My lumbar spine hurts."
The man laughed, hugged her, and stroked her waist and hips with his palms. "So delicate? Is it here?"
"under."
He rubbed his tailbone, "Here?"
He Sang felt itchy and brushed his hand away. The street light happened to shine on her head. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes were filled with tears. "I don't like it."
"What don't you like?"
"I don't like being in the car."
In the past year, they did it in the car twice.
That time in the underground garage was the fourth day he'd returned to Hebei Province after a business trip. He'd already been working for four days straight, but his enthusiasm wasn't as high. His stamina and duration were normal. This time, from the night of the annual meeting to tonight, he'd been pent up for three days without letting out any energy. Like a wild horse unleashed, his entire chest was shaking, and He Sang was barely breathing.
"This is what happened to you for dancing in the car that night to seduce me." Liang Jishen whispered in her earlobe, his voice hoarse after the passion, so sexy that it made people dizzy.
Liang Chihui held a cigarette in his mouth, raised his head slightly, and his eyes were still fixed on that place.
He took a large puff of smoke in his mouth and slowly exhaled it from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.
He Sang followed Liang Jishen into the courtyard. Liang Chihui finished smoking the cigarette in his hand with a serious expression, threw it out the window, turned around and drove away.
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