Chapter 188 Do you dislike me?
It was almost midnight when the car drove into the courtyard.
The corridor was dark, the door to the master bedroom was ajar, and Ji Xilan had already fallen asleep.
A small desk lamp was on in the study, and the light was quiet and yellow, with faint voices of a man and a woman.
He Sang initially thought that it was Sister Fang who brought milk to Liang Yanzhang, until she passed by the door and the woman called out "Yanzhang".
She widened her eyes. It was Yao Wenjie.
Liang Jishen was about to turn on the wall lamp, but his hand stopped.
"I was young and ignorant, and I failed to live up to your kindness. I am very grateful that you allowed me to live in the old house."
"Let's forget about the grudges from thirty years ago. I don't hold a grudge against you anymore and won't talk about it anymore." Liang Yanzhang held her hand. "Are you feeling better?"
"The second brother and the servants took good care of me, and I am feeling better now."
Liang Yanzhang looked at her carefully. "You look rosy." He patted Yao Wenji on the back and said, "When you recover, I will take you to the south to relax."
Yao Wenji hesitated, "What about Xilan..."
"She plays cards, does beauty treatments, and spends money. Even if I'm not with her, she still has plenty of fun."
Liang Yanzhang couldn't help but be distracted by the still charming Yao Wenji. Even Weng Qiong couldn't match Yao Wenji's beauty. She was a true beauty, fifty-five but looking forty. A former beauty pageant model, her demeanor and temperament were impeccable.
He became more and more excited. "Wenji, I will arrange for the second son to marry a woman of equal status and choose a decent daughter-in-law for you."
Yao Wenji pulled her hand back and picked up the egg custard on the table. "Don't interfere with who the second son wants to marry. If he doesn't like her and forces her to marry him, the couple will not get along, and it will ruin the girl's life."
"Don't you want him to be more prominent?" Liang Yanzhang took the bowl of soup. "He is the vice chairman of the Liang Group. His wife supports him, which is why his position is stable."
Vice Director.
Yao Wenjie narrowed her eyes, and the chairman's position was indeed given to Liang Jing.
There are rumors that Liang Jing will remain in the province, but the higher-ups have not stated what his specific position will be. He is good at literature but not at martial arts, so front-line positions are not suitable for him. Being responsible for cultural education or receiving foreign guests is a waste of his talent. He will most likely be responsible for supervision and inspection. He is upright and has high prestige, and is respected by all departments.
However, as long as it wasn't implemented, there would be changes. Liang Yanzhang urged him to inherit the family business, and he didn't completely refuse. Compared to the second brother, Liang Jing was closer to the third brother. Once the third brother retired from Zhonghai Group, Liang Jing, who had the sole power of the family, could tolerate the third brother, but not the second brother.
Liang Jing hated the second wife to death.
Yao Wenji remained humble and submissive, "Liang Jing is the eldest son and he's unmarried. If the second brother's wife has a very outstanding background, the outside world will speculate that the second brother wants to surpass the eldest brother. He respects Liang Jing very much and is determined to assist the eldest brother."
He Sang secretly felt that Yao Wenji's level was much higher than Ji Xilan's. Even after many years, she cheated on a man and still aroused his sympathy and love.
Fortunately, Liang Jishen was able to stand firm, otherwise it would be easy for Yao Wenjie to destroy Ji Xilan.
Liang Jishen pushed open the door of the second bedroom, hugged He Sang into the room, and locked the door.
He was remarkably calm.
"Has Mr. Liang rekindled his old feelings for Madam Yao?" He Sang walked over and unbuttoned his shirt one by one. "Will he threaten your mother?"
Liang Jishen's chest was exposed. His back was broad, but his waist was thin. His belt was tightened to the narrowest point, and his outline was very tough and stylish. "She won't grab it."
He Sang also discovered that Yao Wenjie was playing both sides with Liang Yanzhang, as if she was trying to trick him into hanging. When Liang Yanzhang touched her hand, she found ways to pull away.
"She's really capable." He Sang sincerely admired Yao Wenjie. When they were in the sweet and sweet period, she betrayed Liang Yanzhang. The man's love and hatred burst out in an instant. Whoever dumped whom first would always feel upset. Now Yao Wenjie is hanging around in front of him. Although she appears less frequently, she creates an atmosphere of closeness yet distance. He can't get her, and he can't remarry her. She has played with men's mentality very clearly.
"What's that expression? You're drooling." Liang Jishen pinched He Sang's face. "She's not a good Taoist. She's not allowed to learn."
He Sang's chin was small and soft, and he covered most of it with his five fingers. Only his eyes were blinking, which made people feel itchy.
"If a man better than me appears in the future, will you run away?"
He Sang shook his head.
"You're really not running?"
"I can't show up." She couldn't break free and let Liang Jishen pinch her. "Even if she showed up, she might not like me."
He laughed angrily, "Then I am sick, do you despise me?"
He Sang was startled, "What's wrong with you?"
The man was silent for a moment, "Men's disease, do you dislike it?"
She still shook her head, "I don't mind." She paused, her cheeks slightly red, "Aren't you quite amazing..."
Liang Jishen burst out laughing, "I'm awesome?"
No response.
He Sang lowered his head, his hair fluffy and radiating an extremely warm light in the lamplight. He pushed his shoulder, forcing her to stand up straight. Their eyes met, and the man smiled deeply, "How am I so great?"
"You have a terrible temper."
Liang Jishen's smile faded, "Have I ever lost my temper with you?"
She said truthfully, “I’ve sent it before.”
"Are you still holding a grudge against me?" The man picked her up and pressed her down on the bed. "Are you coming?"
"Here I come."
Liang Jishen lifted up the hem of her skirt, and his rough calluses rubbed against her roughly. A current surged through He Sang's tailbone, causing it to shrink.
"Lie to me?" There was nothing to cushion the pain.
She rolled to the other side with a smile. When Liang Jishen approached, she kicked him and said, "The master bedroom is next door..."
"They're asleep."
"Director Liang is in the study..." The man was very strong and dragged He Sang under him. She lay on her back, gasping for breath. "He was passing by the door on his way back to the house!"
"He's not going back." Liang Jishen said firmly, "His mind is full of Yao Wenji. Why would he go back to your mother-in-law's room?"
He Sang felt a chill on her skin, and subconsciously moved closer to the man, "It's getting colder again—"
Liang Jishen smiled slightly, playing with her with one hand and putting the other hand behind his back. He turned down the air conditioner, but was afraid that she would get cold. As soon as she came close to him, he turned it off.
"cold?"
He Sang looked past him and saw that the cold wind was blowing from the opposite side.
Liang Jishen propped himself up on the bed, blocking her view. "Are you cold?"
"Mr. Liang is playing tricks on a woman." She opened her mouth and bit his neck, mumbling, "You cheated."
The man smiled. His body temperature was always hot, like a furnace that never stopped burning, wantonly and brutally turning everything in his arms into ashes.
He Sang couldn't help but scream. Liang Jishen covered her mouth tightly, but his fingers left a gap, and the broken tone echoed in the room and flowed out intermittently along the crack in the door.
There were footsteps outside the door, coming from the direction of the study. The night was too dark and too quiet. The man stepped on his leather shoes in the darkness. Every time he took a step, the sound was clear. He took another step, and deliberately slowed down and softened it. The more he suppressed his steps, the more clearly he heard it. Every time his shoes stepped on the floor, He Sang's heart suffocated.
When he was closest to the door, the man stopped.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... and then it walked away.
He Sang was so scared that he was sweating all over. The sweat flowed down his waist and mixed with Liang Jishen's sweat, becoming hot and thick.
"Is it Director Liang..."
Liang Jishen didn't want to answer. He just became wild and He Sang couldn't handle him.
No matter how rigid and serious a man is, he is essentially crazy in terms of sexual desire. He pursues excitement. Tight environments, unfamiliar experiences, and sudden situations shake his rationality like a tide. However, Liang Jishen is different from other men. He never only cares about his own happiness. He Sang feels his bravery and emotion under stimulation, which almost cuts her soul to the deepest part.
The lights in the guest room at the corner of the second floor were quietly turned on.
Liang Chihui took off his coat and threw it on the ground, then leaned against the window and lit a cigarette.
The moonlight and lamplight reflected on the glass, illuminating his face.
The dimmer the light, the gloomier his expression.
Covered with a layer of gloom.
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