Chapter 169 Have You Proposed?
The luncheon was held at Wangjiang Tower. Dozens of luxury cars lined up and drove into the parking lot. Liang Jishen's red flag was in the front row. After he got out of the car, he bent down and took out He Sang.
It was drizzling outside. The restaurant was built on the shore of the lake in the western suburbs. The damp wind was chilly. Liang Jishen took off his suit, wrapped her in it, and held her in his arms.
He Sang warned quietly, "It's not a good influence."
The man laughed grimly, "From now on, we'll be aboveboard. What repercussions are there to worry about?"
She lowered her eyes, and the marble steps were reflected by the shimmering water, casting a shadow on Liang Jishen's heroic silhouette.
He Sang cares about status, not greed for the so-called common property. Like Cui Manli and Lin Min, who fight for status and wealth, it is natural for them to enjoy everything in their husband's family. After all, the material compensation obtained from divorce and breakup is different. A commoner woman marries a rich man, one to fight for herself, and the other for her children.
She wanted to have a legitimate reason and see the light of day again.
He Sang never thought of using Liang Jishen's power to act arrogantly and do business to make money. The only thing she had thought of doing was using He Jinping's incident. Otherwise, she was pure and considerate of him.
She hoped that her first man would remember her with regret, affection, and guilt in the future, rather than disgust and associating her with money.
"Have you proposed?"
Liang Jishen folded his umbrella and handed it to the waiter in the lobby. "What marriage proposal are you asking for?"
The toes of He Sang's shoes were stained with mud, and she rubbed them on the foot rug. "A man proposes to a woman, have you never done that?"
“Who do I ask for help?”
She lowered her head, "I..."
"What?" The man leaned forward.
She said nothing and walked straight up the escalator.
A deep laugh escaped Liang Ji's throat, "Please."
He Sang paused and continued walking.
He followed, "Where to ask, you choose the place."
"That's your intention. How can I specify the place?"
Liang Jishen had long legs and caught up with her in three steps, guiding her to hold his arm and said, "Work hard in bed, beg for mercy in bed."
He Sang knew that if he didn't respond seriously, it meant he agreed.
"I won't get the marriage certificate without a proposal." She leaned against Liang Jishen, her eyes wide open, dark and bright.
"Um."
"Grandeur or warmth, I choose warmth."
Due to his status, it is not convenient for him to be high-profile, and He Sang understands this.
What Xin Xin said is true. For a rich and powerful man, it is more valuable to spend time on a woman than to spend money. If you get her attention, big money will come in continuously. But if you get small money, it cannot be exchanged for the continuation of the man's relationship. Their sunk cost is their attention.
"You have to get down on one knee to propose."
The man still said yes.
Her mind went blank. "What does it look like when you kneel down? I can't imagine."
Liang Jishen couldn't figure it out either.
Not only had he never knelt to a woman, but none of his grandfather and his generation outside the family lived long, so he had never kneeled even to his elders. As for the funerals of his uncles and aunts, his cousins knelt and paid their respects, but he only bowed three times. At that time, he wore a uniform every day, had a strong aura, and his facial features were tough. The family was afraid of him, but he didn't kneel, and no one asked him to.
“You can learn.”
He Sang hooked his pinky finger and said, "Is it a deal?"
He stretched out his hand, feinted, and didn't hook her at all, then retracted it.
There are faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes from smiling.
The chairman's eldest son was responsible for entertaining the distinguished guests. Liang Jishen sat at the main seat at the main table, not far from the family table.
The Feng family knew that the directors of Zhonghai and Liang Jishen were not on good terms, and they also had strong opinions about He Sang, so they did not arrange them to sit at the same table. The CEOs of major provincial enterprises and top private enterprises were scattered at the main seats at other tables. The kings of business did not meet each other, and people of the same level could not sit at the same table. No one was willing to sit in the second seat.
He Sang didn't recognize the four couples at the main table. Liang Jishen told her that they were the confidants of the top ten wealthy families in Hebei Province, and usually held the title of vice chairman of a private company. Except for the main seats at each table, these four men had the highest rank and were qualified to sit at the same table with Liang Jishen.
The light was snow-white, and he happened to be sitting under a huge crystal chandelier, which made his features look bright and deep.
"You're white."
The banquet hall was bustling with people, so he didn't hear clearly. "What?"
He Sang yelled into his ear, "You've turned white!"
Liang Jishen glanced at her indifferently, "A white man is not masculine."
She suppressed a laugh, "Secretary Liang also has fair skin, quite masculine."
He said nothing.
He Sang knew that he was not afraid of Liang Jing. The fairest young man in the Liang family was Liang Chihui. He was famous for his "handsome face" not only in the Liang family but also in Hebei Province. He Sang was frank with Liang Chihui. It had nothing to do with love between men and women, so she did not avoid it.
"As long as a man is tall and strong, has a heroic appearance, he is masculine no matter how white his skin is."
Liang Jishen watched her wash the dishes. She had removed her nail polish the previous night, and in the morning she had taken off her necklace and earrings, which she hadn't even removed before showering or sleeping. She was completely barefaced. It wasn't a big deal, though; none of the other ladies present had removed their jewelry. She was always incredibly well-mannered, and even when she accompanied him on business trips, she wore a clean, sleek look from head to toe, avoiding any gossip.
"Does the burly, non-white one look good?"
"He's big and strong, but not white..." He Sang stretched out the last syllable and thought for a while, "To what extent?"
"My kind."
She covered her face and chuckled.
Liang Jishen pinched her waist under the table, "Are you trying to piss me off?"
A lady on the left pointed at the clip in He Sang's hair and asked, "Is it a black diamond?"
She was stunned and touched her head, "This hairpin?"
"When you were paying your respects in the mourning hall, your diamonds sparkled and dazzled everyone!" the wife praised herself. "Vice President Liang was really generous in trying to please the wife. Diamonds of this quality are not often found in China."
Her husband echoed this, "Mrs. Liang is beautiful and has impeccable taste. She wears black diamonds with grace and elegance, but you would be wasting them."
It was the first time He Sang had been praised for her good taste. She was used to wearing hundreds of yuan worth of jewelry, including pearls, diamonds, gemstones, and jade. She couldn't afford anything expensive, and fake jewelry was unnecessary. Her colleagues mocked her behind her back, calling her stingy. Later, Liang Jishen would give her a piece of jewelry every month, but she rarely wore it. Her meager salary from acting in dramas wasn't enough to buy a jewelry box, and she worried that it would be too conspicuous and cause trouble for Liang Jishen, who was behind her back.
"Does your mother have long hair?" He Sang was confused. "The older generation must have had it, the most common sideburns, long and thin—"
She took them off and handed them to her wife. "Three dollars a plate, ten in a plate. They're a bit worn out from my wear. If you like them, I have new ones at home."
The wife's face twitched and she didn't touch the hairpin.
He Sang expertly plucked a loose hair from the clip and reinserted it on the edge of his bun. "I've never seen a black diamond before. They must be expensive, right?"
The wife bared her teeth in embarrassment.
Liang Jishen put a sweet shrimp in her bowl and couldn't help laughing. He Sang felt guilty, "Did I make a fool of myself again?"
"Don't you often make a fool of yourself?" He touched her face with the back of his hand. "It's okay."
As He Sang stirred the mushrooms in the soup, Liang Jishen suddenly asked, "I bought a black diamond and left it in the cloakroom at Jinyue Mansion. Didn't you notice?"
She shook her head. "No."
The man looked unhappy and asked, "Don't you like the gift I bought you?"
"I like it."
Liang Jishen stared at her for a moment, then leaned closer. "Do you like jewelry or men who give you jewelry?"
He Sang elbowed him away and buried his head in his food.
His smile became more obvious.
He Sang is occasionally passionate and unrestrained, such as on the day of the annual meeting, when she danced with him in the car in a charming manner. Most of the time, she is dignified and reserved, and she cannot display affection in public or be too sticky.
Liang Jishen just happened to like her sensitivity and shyness.
He was tired of showing off too much and making too much trouble.
"I notice your appetite is getting bigger and bigger."
Although I avoid eating oil and salt, I still eat meat and seafood, and I eat a lot of them.
He Sang rubbed his stomach and said, "I've been getting hungry easily lately..."
"You've found your meal ticket for the rest of your life." The man teased her, "Are you not going to care about your figure anymore?"
She wanted to eat but stopped herself. Liang Jishen suddenly laughed and scooped a spoonful of soup. "Even if she's as fat as a pig, I'll marry her. Just eat."
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