Chapter 14 Overnight
At the same time, Liang Jishen returned to his room and didn't see He Sang. He came out and asked the nanny, "Where is she?"
The nanny pointed to the closed door and said, "Director Liang has gone."
The man's face immediately darkened. He hurried to the study, pushed open the door, and saw a pearwood desk. Liang Yanzhang was sitting and He Sang was standing.
On the table was a box that had not been opened for more than 30 years.
It was a taboo in the Liang family, and Liang Yanzhang was always kept in the attic.
The man calmed himself down and stepped forward, "Father."
Liang Yanzhang glanced at him calmly, "The police have informed you of the news."
"Yeah." His chest heaved, as if he had experienced a huge shock and finally calmed down. "The application over there has been withdrawn."
He Sang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
Huang Yong is not stupid after all. He knows that his bad deeds cannot be exposed. If he continues to confront the Liang family head-on, he will suffer no good consequences and will even have to give back the one million yuan he has earned.
"This won't happen again." Liang Yanzhang closed the box and walked towards the bookshelf behind him. "You're not a child anymore, so focus on your work. Your mother has already found a respectable marriage for you. It's up to you to decide which family to choose. When Liang Jing returns, you three wives should share the burden with me. I'll retire and enjoy my life behind the scenes."
"My eldest and second brothers haven't gotten married yet." Liang Jishen raised his eyelids lightly, "How can I be the first to do so?"
Liang Yanzhang got a headache whenever Liang Jing and Liang Chihui's private affairs were mentioned. Liang Jishen was a few years older than him, and the young masters of the same generation in the family had even gotten married for the second time, while they still had no luck in their first marriage.
Liang Yanzhang was open-minded in this regard. Although he hoped for a grandson, he would also be happy to have a granddaughter. However, they were neither in a hurry nor in a hurry.
He was upset and waved his hand, "Get out."
Liang Jishen glanced at him and said, "Then He Sang."
"Everyone get out."
The man took He Sang's hand and pushed the door open and left.
When they reached the corridor, he let go, leaned against the wall and smoked a cigarette, his palms sweaty.
He Sang had never seen Liang Jishen so cautious. In fact, Liang Yanzhang was much kinder and more reasonable than she had imagined. "Are you afraid of him?"
The man put out his cigarette and said nothing.
As she walked out of the old house, Liang Jishen called out to her, "Are you going back to the theater?"
He Sang replied, "I'm going back to the hotel."
"I'll give you a ride." He opened the car door first, "Ask Cheng Xun to come back and drive your car."
Yesterday they returned in the Liang family's car. Cheng Xun also drove her car from the police station to the old house. He Sang followed and said, "I can go back by myself."
The man sat still and didn't respond.
Cheng Xun opened the other door and said, "Ms. He, the roads are slippery on snowy days and accidents are likely to happen. You might as well listen to Mr. Liang."
Her driving skills were not very good, so she didn't insist and got in the car.
Liang Jishen closed his eyes and rested all the way, while He Sang stared at the overwhelming snow scene in a trance.
No one spoke.
As soon as I stopped around the corner, the car was locked with a click.
He Sang immediately came to his senses, "Secretary Cheng?"
Cheng Xun shook his head through the rearview mirror, indicating that it was not him.
She tilted her head again, and Liang Jishen held the car remote control and looked out the window.
At the end of the white mist, a man could be vaguely seen wandering in the lobby, looking anxiously and eagerly.
He Sang had never expected Zhou Chen to be waiting here. She sat up straight in an instant, holding onto the car window and looking out.
Liang Jishen's face was cold and indifferent. "Where does he live?"
He Sang said, "The residential complex on Minghu Road."
"Where do you live now?"
She realized something, "You suspect we live together?"
Liang Jishen silently threw the remote control away. Cheng Xun unlocked the door. He Sang rushed down and went straight to Zhou Chen. "How long have you been here?"
He was so excited that he hugged her and said, "I thought something happened to you and you were kidnapped by bad guys."
"I'm fine—" He Sang broke free, "Now that you see I'm safe, go home."
"Why didn't you answer the phone? Last night..."
Zhou Chen looked past her and was stunned. "Is that his car?"
He Sang did not deny it.
He held her hand in disbelief, "You two are back together again?"
"No--"
The car on the side of the road suddenly honked its horn, and Liang Jishen got out of the car. Cheng Xun held an umbrella over his head.
Wearing a pure black shirt and pure black trousers, his demeanor is rare and he can calm down the situation and control others.
Exert deterrence in an invisible way.
Liang Jishen approached, his eyes etched with a smile, "The bad guy Mr. Zhou mentioned, am I?"
Zhou Chen stayed up all night without sleep, and forced himself to confront him. "Don't you know how Third Young Master Liang treats He Sang?"
The man laughed and said, "Please enlighten me, Mr. Zhou."
"Zhou Chen!" He Sang pulled him, "Don't make trouble."
Zhou Chen pulled her behind him, unwilling to be outdone, "Mr. Liang, I know you have power. The Liang family is large and powerful. You can have as many women as you want. He Sang is a good girl. She doesn't covet your power or your wealth. Since you don't cherish her, why don't you want her to start a new life?"
Liang Jishen looked at him, his smile gradually fading, his aura stern and intimidating. "Who are you going to start a new life with? You?"
"Zhou Chen!" He Sang was anxious. He was too ignorant of his own limitations. Liang Jishen was clearly furious. She pushed him out of the hotel with all her might. "It's not what you think!"
"He imprisoned you and forced you, didn't he?"
He Sang shook his hand off and said, "Don't come here again."
Zhou Chen didn't give up and ran after her, but was stopped by Cheng Xun at the door. "Ms. He means this, Mr. Zhou, don't you understand?"
He struggled to push Cheng Xun away, "You have no right to treat her like this!"
"Maybe Miss He doesn't want to go with Mr. Zhou?" Cheng Xun held Zhou Chen tightly, not allowing him to force his way in.
He looked at the man and woman waiting for the elevator. She was sitting quietly in front, and the man was tall and stood half a meter away from her. This scene made Zhou Chen tighten his hands little by little.
As she stepped into the elevator, a group of people squeezed in from all directions. Liang Jishen bent his arms and held her, creating a safe space to isolate her from the crowd.
He Sang's breath was filled with the scent of his coat. He had changed his laundry detergent to a different one with the refreshing and rich cedar scent.
The man felt her sniffing and said casually, "The nanny changed it."
She lowered her head. Liang Jishen's hands, with their veins clearly visible, held her lightly. The static electricity from the friction of her clothes lifted her long hair, which floated in his arms, just as intimate as before.
"Aren't you busy?"
He looked elsewhere, "Not busy."
"I booked an ordinary room, you can't get used to it——"
"Inconvenient?" Liang Jishen interrupted her without emotion.
When their eyes met, He Sang felt depressed and turned away.
She didn't find a man.
But he has a new love.
Strictly speaking, Song He is not his new love, but his old love that has never faded in his heart.
She is the new love that is short-lived.
After returning to the room, He Sang put away the garbage bag and picked up a pair of unopened slippers. He turned around and saw Liang Jishen standing at the end of the bed, staring at the red thong tucked in the quilt.
The hollow lace in the buttock groove is extremely charming and enchanting.
It's even worse than the one Song He put in the washing machine.
He Sang's ears flushed red as he knelt on the bed and stuffed the suitcase into his pocket. "Please sit down."
The man didn't move, frowning as he unbuttoned his coat. "Yours?"
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