Chapter 136 The Lingering Feeling That Will Never Be Exposed
"Mrs. Hu has a lover, is he your enemy?"
Liang Chihui narrowed his eyes, "Lover."
"A fake monk, you're going to kidnap him and take him to Southeast Asia in February?"
The man said silently, "That's not the case."
Mr. and Mrs. Hu Dafa are full of nonsense and are indeed untrustworthy. Perhaps Mrs. Hu wants to avoid paying the money to her lover and made up lies to scare him into giving up.
After He Sang finished bandaging the wound, she scrubbed the blood off her hands. As she rubbed, the water in the basin turned red and became so turbid that it could hardly reflect her face. Her eyes were also red.
Liang Chihui zipped up his jacket and heard faint sobs. He paused and asked, "Ms. He?"
She rubbed her eyelids and didn't respond.
The man pursed his lips and said, "Nothing vital was hurt, but there was a lot of blood. Did it scare you?"
He Sang walked to the bedside and said, "Take down the sheets and pillowcases and wash them."
She supported Liang Chihui and pulled her other hand out from under him. He initially refused. The conditions in the temple were simple, and it was inappropriate for an unmarried girl like her to wash a grown man's bedding by hand. But she insisted on washing it, and Liang Chihui had no choice but to bow. "The laundry soap is in the drawer."
He Sang turned around and took out the laundry soap. It smelled bad, and he wasn't sure what brand it was. "Do you want to wash your pants?"
The black trousers were hanging at the end of the bed, wrinkled. She picked them up and saw that the trouser legs were stained with blood and dried in a clump.
Liang Chihui reached out and grabbed it, "I'll wash it tomorrow."
"You're not going out to wash without pants on?"
He held his pants and also He Sang's hand. In the stalemate, he didn't notice that the quilt had slipped from his waist and abdomen, exposing his long, straight thighs to He Sang's sight. He was concentrating on pulling his pants.
He Sang's face flushed, his eyes burning. "Mrs. Hu is in the west courtyard. If she runs into you going out, the second son of the Liang family is naked—"
Liang Chihui paused.
Her eyes were crimson red, "Bare legs...feet."
The roots of the man's teeth bulged at his temples, like a dormant volcano, suddenly burning and erupting. There was an indescribable expression on his face, one of desire, reason, patience, and intolerance.
He finally let go and said, "Thank you, Miss He."
He Sang took a deep breath and fled quickly.
The yard was chilly, and her burning cheeks cooled down a lot. She deliberately slowed down her pace and didn't feel hot at all. She also finished washing the sheets and towels.
She hung it on the rope in the yard, poured the dirty water into the manhole cover, shook off the water at the bottom of the basin, and returned to the meditation room.
"Do you have enough clothes? I brought a cashmere sweater. It's cold in the mountains."
"I can't get out of bed either. I have a quilt to keep warm. That's enough."
Liang Chihui kept staring at her through the lattice window. In the night, she tied up her long hair into a low ponytail. Her back was peaceful and gentle, so gentle that it touched his bones.
He came back to his senses and said, "Come here."
He Sang hesitated for a second, then walked over. Liang Chihui raised his hand and gestured, "Bend down."
She leaned over, and the man's fingers were inserted into her hair. His nails were neatly trimmed, but the watch strap was hard, pinching the roots of her hair and pulling her scalp so hard that it hurt and numbed. He Sang dodged backwards.
Liang Chihui pressed her shoulder and said, "You are allergic to pollen, right?"
She didn't bother to hide, "You know I'm allergic?"
"I saw the allergens you tested for in the apartment."
He Sang put it on the dressing table in the bedroom. She always couldn't remember it, so she put it in a conspicuous place to remind herself from time to time.
After a long while, the man let go of her and grabbed a handful of white cherry blossoms.
"There was a gust of wind in the yard just now, and some cherry blossoms fell on your hair." He wrapped it in paper and handed it to He Sang. "Do you have any anti-allergy medicine?"
He Sang took the paper bag and said, "I don't take medicine very often, and it's not serious."
He lowered his eyes, his index finger still vaguely lingering the softness of her hair. In this empty and fasting temple, there was no worldly affairs, no romantic love, only abstinence, prohibition and taboo.
It is a lingering feeling that is unknown and never exposed.
It was a completely different feeling from anything Liang Chihui had ever experienced before.
"Like cherry blossoms?"
He Sang shook his head, "I don't have any particular favorite flowers."
Liang Chihui pointed to her chest, which was a gold cherry blossom necklace.
"This one has a big discount. I originally liked the plum blossom one."
The man laughed inexplicably, "Old Three doesn't need this little money."
"It's not his money. I bought it with my own salary."
Liang Chihui looked at her. She picked up the broom in the corner and cleaned the floor. "I will be returning to Hebei Province at noon the day after tomorrow. I can only take care of you for one day and two nights. I asked the nurses, six or seven of them in a row, and they are unwilling to go up the mountain."
"It's okay. If you take care of me for a day and two nights, I will definitely recover."
He Sang couldn't help laughing, "Am I the reincarnation of Hua Tuo?"
"Hua Tuo can cure illnesses, but he can't cure the heart, but Miss He can." Liang Chihui leaned slightly to the side with his hands on the bed, "I envy the third brother very much."
As she worked, she casually said, "Why do you envy him? He has power and influence? Don't you have that too?"
"I envy him for having a good woman."
He Sang straightened up and looked at Liang Chihui. There was a smile in the man's eyes. "Money and power are never scarce. What is scarce is good women."
"Wasn't your previous woman a good woman?"
He answered frankly, "I have no recollection."
He Sang was a girl, so of course he sympathized with her, "You don't even remember the woman who followed you."
The doors and windows were wide open, and the wind made Liang Chihui clench his fists and cough a few times. "If I didn't touch it, does that count as following it?"
"No?" She was stunned.
He had a blank expression on his face and pulled the quilt tightly around him.
He Sang heard from Li Zhen that Liang Chihui's Yunhai Tower was known as the "living account book" of the powerful and wealthy. The famous families in the province, the top ten richest people in the city, and anyone active in the world of fame and fortune all had some leverage in his hands. Whether it was true or not was impossible to verify.
"I'm going back first."
Liang Chihui said nothing, just looked at her silently.
She looked at the time on her phone. "It's 8:30 now. I'll change your dressing at 4:00 AM. If you feel uncomfortable or need to go to the bathroom, you can call me."
"I'll call you when I'm going to the bathroom?" The man's eyes became deeper.
He Sang felt hot all over and was sweating.
She didn't understand why Liang Chihui had such an invisible penetrating and oppressive force. In front of him, any woman was confused and led by him. He was like a space filled with huge whirlpools and suction. "If you feel uncomfortable, call me, go to the bathroom and call the monks in the temple..."
Liang Chihui laughed and asked, "Where do you live?"
"I live in the west courtyard, which is the meditation room for women."
"It's not far." He hummed calmly, "I'll call you if I feel unwell."
He Sang came out of the Zen room and passed by the yard. A shadow flashed past the wooden door of the west yard. It was late at night and the fog was heavy, so the shadow was dim, but it was obvious that it was a man who went straight to the Zen room where she and Hu Nongnong lived.
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