Chapter 135 Did I Hurt You?
He Sang walked up the stairs. The door was ajar. There was only a pair of men's leather shoes at the door. She forgot whether Liang Chihui wore this pair of shoes that night. But except for this relatively deserted room, the other two northern rooms were very lively, and it didn't seem like he lived alone.
She pushed the door open cautiously, revealing a square room.
The walls were brick and tile, the floors were slate, the beams were made of tree stumps and logs, and the air was filled with the bitter smell of herbs.
Medicinal taste.
It's most likely him.
He Sang walked inside. There was a small lamp on the table. The old-fashioned window shutters were half open, and clusters of white cherry blossoms wrapped in ivy were sticking out into the windowsill.
In the dim light, the man lay on the bed, motionless.
She was about to close the window when Liang Chihui suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils filled with murderous intent, bloodiness, and cruelty.
He Sang instinctively shrank back, "Mr. Liang..."
"Ms. He?" He frowned, his alertness dissipated, and he was as gentle as ever, "Why are you here?"
"Your secretary told me that Feng Zhikui's henchmen stabbed you and you are recuperating at Puhua Temple."
"My secretary?" Liang Chihui looked unhappy.
He Sang originally thought that it was he who instructed the secretary to inform him, but it seems that he misunderstood him.
"Do you have a fever?"
She checked the temperature of her forehead and it wasn't feverish.
"What medicine are you taking?" She opened the bag on the bedside table. It contained the most basic trauma medicine and anti-inflammatory medicine, which could not cure serious injuries at all.
"I'll get the medicine."
She brought a large bag of medicine and hid it carefully along the way, fearing that Hu Nongnong would find it. This was a very sensitive moment.
Liang Yanzhang knew that the breakthrough point was with her, and she did not dare to be negligent at all.
He Sang came out and stopped a monk who was delivering dinner to pilgrims. "Master, where is the girl in the white coat?"
"Rest in the Zen room."
She took out a red envelope and said, "It's just a small gift of money, not a token of respect."
The monk didn't take it, but put his hands together and declined, "Please give it to the incense hall. The abbot needs to register it."
He Sang went to pay the incense money, registered Hu Nongnong's name, and found the second Zen room in the west courtyard. Hu Nongnong was sleeping on the bed. She packed her suitcase, took the medical bag and closed the door.
After taking two steps, he suddenly heard the mixed laughter of men and women coming from the first meditation room. In this Buddhist holy place, couples lived separately, so it was rare for people to behave so unrestrainedly. Moreover, the woman's laughter was very familiar. He Sang followed the sound of laughter and stood outside the window. In the dim light, Mrs. Hu was nestled in the arms of a monk, his arm around his shoulder. "Have you spent all your money again?"
“No more.”
Mrs. Hu was not happy. "You asked me out, saying you missed me, but you really wanted my money, right?"
"I miss you, and I need some money."
"Lao Hu lost 17 million on his last business, and the bank loan is due. I'm short on cash."
The monk was annoyed, "You won't give it to me?"
Mrs. Hu said nothing.
The window glass was covered with a layer of windproof paper, so He Sang couldn't see the man's face clearly. However, the monks in Puhua Temple had the characteristic scars on their heads. Although this monk was bald, he had no scars, making him look like a fake monk.
"Okay! Isn't your husband Hu Dafa? I guess his wife is cheating on him, and he should be quite interested in the process."
Mrs. Hu's expression changed. "Are you trying to trick me?"
"Who told you not to have enough money to spend? You're still pretending to be a rich woman and supporting a gigolo."
"You're a worthless gigolo!" Mrs. Hu hit him. "If I hadn't taken you in, Liang Chihui would have killed you in February! He even had a container ready to stuff you in. There are plenty of jobs available in Southeast Asia, and you're crying out to heaven and earth for help! I donated 100,000 yuan and arranged for you to become a monk in a temple, keeping you out of the spotlight, and you're turning against me?"
"Liang Chihui crippled me? Are you kidding me? He and I are in the same boat!" The monk slapped Mrs. Hu. "Two hundred thousand, will you give it to me?"
Mrs. Hu burst into tears, "You are rebelling!"
The noise they made was so loud that it alarmed the monks chanting in the front yard. He Sang did not want to be exposed, so he left in a hurry.
Back in the north room, Liang Chihui forced himself to sit up and leaned against the wall, "Old Third, do you know you're coming?"
"I accompanied Zhou Kun's wife to the temple to burn incense and pray for a child. He knew about it."
He Sang tore open the ointment for stopping bleeding and swelling, revealing a dark paste. She placed it on the table. Liang Chihui's jacket was open, exposing her chest. When the zipper was pulled up and down, it was pulled down to her navel. Due to her hunched posture, the barrier of her abdominal muscles was very deep and the lines were clear. The gauze was wrapped thickly, so the blood did not seep through. The blood was located on the left side of her abdomen, next to the ravine.
"Did your secretary bandage it for you?"
Liang Chihui had fair skin, and after being injured and losing blood, he looked even paler, with a sinister and morbidly handsome look. "He didn't come, so I simply bandaged him."
"Let's tear it down."
As He Sang approached, he seemed to resist and turned away, saying, "I can do it myself."
"I'm very gentle, let me wrap it." She didn't think much about it and directly pulled open the quilt. Liang Chihui had no time to stop her.
He couldn't put on his pants because the waistband just covered the knife wound, and the edge of his underwear had moved down an inch, slipping down to his hips, barely covering his private parts.
He Sang withdrew his hand instantly, completely at a loss.
The Zen room was quiet and outside was dead silent.
The atmosphere is too ambiguous and subtle.
She whispered, "Cover yourself with the quilt. The gauze must be changed, otherwise it will get infected and the medicine will lose its effectiveness."
Liang Chihui restrained himself and said, "Go away."
"I'll leave after I'm done bandaging it."
He didn't move.
"Feng Zhikui's revenge on you was caused by me. How could I just leave when you're like this? Why did I come here?"
After a long while, Liang Chihui tucked the corner of the quilt under his buttocks, pressing it firmly. "Okay."
He Sang unbuttoned the gauze and unwound it in circles. The outer layer of gauze was not soaked through, but the inner layer was dripping with blood. The scar was tender, the skin and flesh were rolled up, and the crust was black and purple.
A shocking sight.
It was one centimeter deep and seven or eight centimeters long, with tiny knife marks in the middle, from a serrated machete used in controlled equipment.
She felt bad. In the eyes of the public, Liang Chihui was a gentle and elegant nobleman with delicate skin. But she had shed blood and sweat and hid in a miserable state. She was supposed to have no chance to be with him in this life.
He Jinping's case remained unsolved for six years.
In the past six years, He Sang has tried her best, but the background of Guanghe Group is too powerful and its umbrella of protection is too far-reaching. Although the ladies she tried so hard to please like her very much and are willing to help her, when they heard that it was Guanghe Group, they gave up as if it were a flood or a beast.
She thought about giving up, but every time a new clue appeared, she was unwilling to give up.
It was not until Liang Chihui also suffered misfortune that He Sang realized that people like Feng Zhikui were essentially gamblers and villains. If they won, they would do evil, and if they lost, they would perish together with their enemies.
The upper class knows how murky and deep the waters are in Guanghe Group, so they naturally stay away from it.
"Director Liang came to Jinyue Mansion and forced me to reveal your whereabouts."
Liang Chihui said nothing.
"Why don't you go back to Ji Province? The Liang family is powerful and it will be safer there."
He Sang felt his sticky and hot gaze hitting his body, and he shuddered uncomfortably, and the strength of his hands became out of control.
Liang Chihui's breathing was obviously disordered and his muscles were tense.
"Did I hurt you?"
The man smiled helplessly, "Do you think I'm fragile?"
She asked this more than once. Last time in the western suburbs warehouse, he jumped off the building with her in his arms. She was as frightened as a kitten that fell into the water, worried that he would fall to his death. She asked him more than ten times, "Does it hurt? Are you dizzy?" and repeatedly tested his breathing.
"It hurts." Liang Chihui said, "I can bear it."
He Sang applied the medicine more lightly.
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