Chapter 199 Do You Care About This?
He Sang tried to stay strong and said, "The ones I knitted are not as pretty as the ones I bought."
The man leaned down and kissed her eyelids, "I don't mind."
She pushed him away with her knees, and slept on her stomach, mumbling incoherently, "I knitted it, but you won't wear it..."
Liang Jishen half-smiled and half-angered, grabbing her by the waist and saying, "Why are you sleeping? You're just lazy and don't want to knit."
"I knit." He Sang yawned.
"When will you weave it?"
"You're fifty."
"Fifty years old?" Liang Jishen shook her awake fiercely. "I'll weave it after I die. When I'm done, I'll burn it along with my ashes."
"I don't want you to die." He Sang covered his mouth with a frightened look.
His heart softened, and his tone softened, "He will die sooner or later."
"Then die when you're a hundred years old." She climbed up and grabbed his pajamas collar. "Die after me. I won't cry, but you will."
Liang Jishen laughed and said, "I won't cry either. I'll marry a younger and prettier one."
"How can a young girl be interested in an old man like you? You are such a frivolous person." He Sang squinted his eyes and smiled. "You wear a scarf in winter. It's only spring now. I can knit it in August or September. It's still in time."
She turned over and nestled in his arms.
Men's clothes have a light fragrance that is like shower gel or the warm scent of bedding, and there is a sense of firm power.
Liang Jishen hugged her and used his fingertips to push away the long hair stuck to her cheek. Her purity was mixed with a hint of the charm of a new wife.
And this charm of a married woman was cultivated and nurtured by him.
His mark, his scent.
Liang Ji caressed her lovingly, unable to imagine what she would look like when she was old decades later.
Gray hair, staggering gait.
He spent the first half of his life on the battlefield, and most likely spent the second half of his life in business, enjoying fame, wealth, and power. Nothing was a problem for him, except separation from life and death, which he could not control.
"If I die, will you remarry?"
He Sang was half asleep and half awake, feeling very sleepy. He snuggled into his arms and said, "No change—"
Liang Jishen laid her down steadily and said, "Just kidding, I won't marry a young one."
After turning off the desk lamp, she slept more peacefully. The man picked up the cigarette box and lighter, got out of bed and went out.
There was a faint light coming through the terrace. Liang Jishen stopped outside the glass without making a sound.
The man inside lowered his eyes, recognized whose shadow it was, and unlocked the door with his backhand.
Liang Jishen smiled and asked, "Not asleep?"
Liang Jing stared at him with a calm expression, "You haven't slept either."
"I asked my brother to go home. How could I dare to sleep if he didn't?" He handed him a cigarette. Liang Jing hesitated for a second and then pinched it.
He asked, "Does it matter what the brand is?"
Liang Jing glanced at him and asked, "Is your brand not good?"
"It's okay, not fixed. You didn't get any good cigarettes today." Liang Jishen pressed the lighter. "Yesterday's cigarettes were good. I was stuck in traffic, so I smoked them secretly."
Just two days after he was promoted, those who gave him gifts started to think twice.
When he arrived at the office in the morning, there were cigarettes and alcohol on the table, with an average price of one hundred yuan, which was quite inconspicuous. Liang Jishen thought it was a gift from his subordinates. It was a new official's first few gifts, so he wanted to show his appreciation and win over the relationship, which was not excessive.
Besides, this was tantamount to taking sides. The board of directors had its own factions, and Liang Jishen wasn't the sole power. He needed his subordinates to express their opinions. When he opened the cigarette box, it was hollowed out, containing calligraphy and paintings, a business package for a seven-day yacht tour with beautiful women, and the bottle of wine didn't contain wine but neatly stacked gold bars, weighing ten kilograms.
He didn't waste a minute and handed it over to the provincial government. An hour later, the inspection team entered his office, retrieved the surveillance footage, and conducted an on-site search.
Lao Zhang showed the "stolen goods" and Liang Jishen maintained his innocence.
He has been the deputy general manager for three months and knows that the business world is like a battlefield, but he did not expect the top management of China Overseas Group to be so poisonous and the waters so deep.
I want to kill him.
If he is fooled by the packaging and accepts it as an ordinary gift of cigarettes and alcohol, the evidence will be irrefutable.
This time, Liang Jishen was reminded that he should be low-key in his food and clothing, and change his style so that the outside world could not guess what his hobbies were. No matter what the gift was, whether it was expensive or cheap, he could refuse it with the excuse that it was "not to his taste". The other party would have no choice but to avoid offending anyone.
Liang Jing took a tentative puff, his trachea felt swollen and his nasal cavity felt hot, so he put out the cigarette.
"You don't smoke, do you?" Liang Jishen looked at him. "Are you worried about something?"
"No." He rubbed his brow.
"Trapped in love?"
Liang Jing's hands froze. "Are you hysterical?"
After saying that, he was about to leave, but Liang Jishen stopped him, "I have something important to do."
He took a breath and said, "Talk."
"For the land in Dongcheng, the province has reserved the final bidding rights for four companies. I've investigated their capital chains and scale qualifications, and they all meet the requirements."
Liang Jing felt hot and took off his coat and put it on the rattan chair. "Which company do you want to approve it for?"
"I haven't decided yet." Liang Jishen took out the cigarette from his lips. The wooden boards on the terrace had been exposed to wind and rain, and had become rotten and dilapidated. When he stepped on them, they felt soft and crumbly.
"The Liang Group is also participating in the selection." Liang Jing pointed it out. "Father is begging you, right?"
He flicked off a piece of cigarette ash with his index finger. "Liang's overall strength ranks first, but Huang Biao, the group's vice president, is suspected of a crime, which has affected Liang's reputation, causing it to rank last."
Liang Jing rested his elbows on the mast, bent slightly, and looked at the city lights not far away. "What do you mean?"
"Those three companies jointly boycotted Liang's. Did you receive the report?"
"Um."
"Without your stamp, I can't approve the land. It's missing a piece of paperwork." Liang Jishen leaned against the fence, tilting his head towards him. "Large companies are colluding with each other and manipulating the market. It's not a good thing. The higher-ups have been conducting strict investigations, and those three companies have violated a taboo."
Liang Jing nodded and said, "I'll build it tomorrow."
"Thank you."
Liang Jishen pushed the door open and went out. The man behind him suddenly said, "He Sang doesn't live with you?"
A fleeting look of surprise flashed across his eyes. "You care about this?"
Liang Jing said, "I ran into her in the corridor. She was sleeping in the guest room, right?"
There was complete silence.
After a long while, Liang Jishen laughed, "She was throwing a tantrum at me and moved to the guest room by herself."
"Um."
Liang Jing is a man of few words, but well-mannered. At least he replied with an "hmm" to avoid a dull moment.
"Which room did you sleep in, big brother?"
He said truthfully, "Only the guest room is left, and I'm sleeping."
Ji Province was swirling with sandstorms, and rain was imminent. The damp, earthy smell swirled through the French windows, blinding Liang Jishen. A flash of lightning flashed down, instantly illuminating the sky like daylight. He stood at the center of the white light, radiating the most primitive barbarism of the jungle, the brutality of predation and plunder.
Especially at this moment, he was like a noble and dangerous leopard, excited and powerful.
"I remember you didn't like any traces of women in bed. After living abroad for thirteen years, the atmosphere is more open, and you've become more tolerant."
"If you're not used to sleeping on a bed, you can't sleep on the floor." Liang Jing turned his back to him, "I'm too picky, and my sister-in-law is embarrassed. She misunderstood that I dislike her."
He smiled, "Big brother is still thoughtful."
The wind grew stronger, and the air was filled with chaotic yellow sand. Liang Jing turned around and said, "Let's sleep."
The guest room was next to the terrace, the second one on the left. The door was ajar. Liang Jing lay down with a thin blanket covering his chest, his demeanor calm and open.
Liang Jishen stood there for a while, went to the bathroom to wash his face, rinsed his mouth again to get rid of the smell of smoke, and returned to the north bedroom.
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