Chapter 129 Don’t Move, Let Me Hold You
He Sang's eyes were a little red, "What about you?"
Liang Chihui was calmer than her, "I'm going to another province to avoid the limelight."
"Will Huang Biao... hold a grudge against you?"
"Maybe." He stood in the shadows, out of reach of the streetlights. "He's been with me for so many years. He has some of my enemies and leverage in the business world."
He Sang was terrified. They say a cornered dog will leap over the wall. Huang Biao was currently cooperating with the investigation and hadn't been arrested or sentenced. He had every chance to see his family and contact the outside world. What if he hired someone to take revenge on Liang Chihui? What if something went wrong?
"Ms. He."
Liang Chihui seemed to see through her worries. "I am willing to do this, not for you to be grateful to me. Even if there are troubles in the future, I will not blame you. It has nothing to do with you."
The collar of the man's jacket was wet with dew, giving off a cold, watery sheen.
Because of her, Liang Chihui had to hide from place to place and had no home.
Huang Biao is the vice president of the Liang Group. He is suspected of multiple crimes, which have implicated the Liang Group. More than a dozen orders were canceled by partner companies. The stock price has not fallen much for the time being. The public relations department is doing everything possible to suppress the news. Once it breaks out, no one can estimate how big the losses will be.
The board of directors forced Liang Yanzhang to give an explanation. The Liang Group was his hard work. He had been in the business world for 30 years and had risen to the position of one of the four major families. However, the situation was messed up by the son he had personally trained. Liang Yanzhang was furious.
It is likely that Yao Wenjie’s days in the old house were not easy.
He Sang felt a mixture of emotions, and his heart was torn. "Why did you risk yourself to help me?"
"I don't know." Liang Chihui clenched his fists, his Adam's apple rolling. "Why do you think it is?"
She felt an invisible force stirring in her, surging through her body. After a long pause, she shook her head, "I can't repay the favor I owe you."
Liang Chihui's face was also shrouded in darkness, and his smile was very shallow. "I never thought of asking you to return it."
"Where are you going? I have a spare room..."
"As long as I'm in Hebei Province, the Liang family will find me sooner or later. My men, my residence, and my place are all under surveillance. It's not safe anymore."
He Sang looked past him. The license plate on the Bentley parked under the banyan tree had been removed, so it probably couldn't be driven. He probably couldn't use his credit or bank cards either. The Liang family had no shortage of ways to dig up someone. "Do you have any cash?"
Liang Chihui pursed her lips and said, "Yes."
She turned and pushed the door open, "Wait for me."
He Sang took the money and took out a coat belonging to Liang Jishen. They were of similar height. Liang Chihui was slightly two or three centimeters taller than Liang Jishen. Liang Jishen was slightly more sturdy and robust than Liang Chihui. Whatever Liang Jishen could wear fit him well too.
Liang Chihui's eyes moved slightly, "I'll take the bus right away, it's warm inside."
"The bus will take an entire night to get out of the province. You can use the pad and cover. It will be useful eventually."
The gentle touch of her palm caressed his arm, and Liang Chihui's muscles tensed. He seemed to have lost his mind. He pulled He Sang down the stairs and into his arms.
Despite the damp chill in the air, his body felt scorching, burning to the bone, burning deep into his heart and lungs.
In my ears I could hear the man's strong breathing, muffled and heavy.
He Sang heard his wet swallowing sound and the feel of the sticky saliva in his mouth. He was just one centimeter away from her long hair and kissed her.
She struggled and pushed him with her elbow, "Boss Liang!"
"Don't move, let me hold you."
He Sang paused for a second, then struggled violently again, "Let go..."
Liang Chihui's scent was too strong and too aggressive.
At this moment, he was no longer Mr. Liang, no longer the second son of Liang, but just a man.
It was this man's identity that made He Sang at a loss.
She broke free again, staring at him with wide eyes, panting, "You..."
Liang Chihui closed her eyes and calmed down for a while, "Ms. He, I'm sorry."
At this moment, the door was suddenly opened from the inside. He Sang was startled and turned back subconsciously.
"Didn't you go to the bathroom?" Liang Jishen came out, "Why are you outside the door?"
There was dead silence behind him, and Liang Chihui disappeared without a trace.
He Sang calmed himself down and said, "It's the property management knocking on the door. There's a delivery."
"Are you cold?"
"It's not cold, I just came out too."
Liang Jishen leaned sideways and said, "Go back first."
Not far away, Liang Chihui sat in the driver's seat, holding a cigarette, lighting it with one hand, and looking over the windshield at the door.
The man followed He Sang back, then came back again, standing on the steps and looking at the car.
It was like their eyes met, or like they intertwined in the darkness.
Liang Jishen stopped for a moment, went into the house and closed the door.
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Hu Nongnong cooked three bowls of sweet soup in the kitchen, turned off the steamer, and complained to him, "Uncle San, didn't you ask the cook?"
He stamped his feet to remove the water stains on the soles of his shoes. "I don't like having outsiders in the house."
"Uncle San is the smartest." Hu Nongnong curled her lips, "He has a girlfriend and is also responsible for the nanny and cook work."
"I didn't cook..." He Sang interrupted her, "Lunch and dinner were delivered by Secretary Cheng and the restaurant."
"Did you hear that?" Liang Jishen buttoned his shirt and smiled nonchalantly, "How could I bear to let my beloved woman work?"
He Sang held the cards tightly, his ears flushed, and his thumb rubbed the pattern.
During the first six months of living together, they did hire a nanny. Liang Jishen's sleep schedule was distorted, working overtime at night and leaving early in the day. However, he was demanding, and when he had nothing to do during the day, he would just have sex on the sofa. The nanny accidentally ran into them once, but she later quit and never hired a live-in nanny again.
Mrs. Qiu urged He Sang to play a card. In a trance, she played a five-thousand card. Liang Jishen held her hand, changed it to a forty-thousand card, and threw it. "She hit the five-thousand card. She's going to win."
"Oh no!" Mrs. Qiu was upset because the five thousand yuan she had earned was gone. "Mr. Liang cheated!"
"You guys teamed up to bully her all night, and you're not done yet?" Liang Jishen's cigarette box was empty. He was too lazy to go upstairs to get more, so he picked up the half-extinguished cigarette in the ashtray and relit it. "If you bully her again, I'll bully Lao Qiu and Zhou Kun."
"We can't afford to offend. Can we not win?" Mrs. Qiu fed He Sang nine cards. She put down the cards, smiled with her eyebrows curved, and hugged Liang Jishen's arm, "I finally won, it's Qinglong!"
Liang Jishen neither won nor lost, he was just playing along. He reached out and brushed off the ash from his cigarette, "I won a few times."
"once."
He also laughed, "Is this one time worth your happiness?"
He Sang counted the money and said, "I made my money back in one go."
Liang Jishen truly admired this about her: her ease of satisfaction. She accepted gifts worth three or five million yuan without flaunting them, and even accepted cheap trinkets like hair ties and hairpins worth only three or five yuan. He never checked on her or pried into her affairs. He wasn't a man who'd been having affairs, and he'd have a clear conscience if he did. But how many men would want to be checked on? She was exhausted from socializing, bombarded with calls and texts, each one tinged with suspicion and distrust. The more powerful the man, the more repulsive he was.
Understanding and gentleness are the surefire weapons to conquer them.
Liang Jishen pinched her waist and said, "Little money-grubber."
She stuffed the bills into the storage box and said, "I'm saving money to buy you a birthday present."
"How long ago was my birthday?"
"Next year's."
The man laughed muffledly, "I've gotten fatter."
Liang Jishen's big hand roamed over her waist and back. He could clearly feel the bones before, but now he could feel flesh covering the bones.
He Sang has not been working recently, so he has not restricted his diet. He has been craving for cooked pear cakes, fruits, and milk bird's nests.
"It looks better when it's fatter."
She turned her head and asked, "What if I weighed 120 pounds?"
"It's okay." He put out his cigarette. "I'm not fat."
"What about one hundred and fifty pounds?"
"That's fine." Liang Jishen was calm and composed, with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Kill it and eat the meat. It won't be a waste."
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