Chapter 272 Peeping at Him
"Boss Ni asked me to pick you up."
He sat up, felt dizzy, and fell back into his chair.
He Sang hurriedly supported him and asked, "How many bottles did you drink?"
"I drank three or four bottles."
"Foreign liquor?"
"Hmm." He rubbed his temples. "It's powerful."
He Sang felt his body temperature, the scorching heat from the alcohol, and asked, "Where is Bixi Mansion? I'm not familiar with the route."
"Let's not go back yet." Liang Chihui stood up again and staggered forward.
She tried to hold him up, but he was too tall. Although he was thin, he was like a mountain, collapsing heavily. He Sang stumbled and almost fell with him. But Liang Chihui reacted quickly and steadied himself in time. He put his arm around her back, hugged her for only a second, and then shook her away.
“There’s a lounge inside.”
He Sang helped him into the house.
Liang Chihui's lounge was decorated in dark tones, with gray and white accents and the most old-fashioned floor lamps. The men in the Liang family were more or less mysophobic, loving to clean their shoes and dust their clothes, never letting even a speck of dust get on them. This lounge was especially tidy, and the air was fresh and pleasant.
He Sang lifted his legs and laid them flat on the bed, tucking the edge of the blanket for him. "Do you need to wipe your face and hands?"
Liang Chihui stared at her and said, "I won't bother you anymore. If your subordinates call you in the future and you don't want to come, just decline."
She hesitated for a moment. "If I don't want to come here, no one can force me."
The man laughed, "Is that true?"
He Sang took out a box of medicine from his jeans pocket and said, "It's for hangover relief and headaches. Drink it and have a good sleep."
Liang Chihui followed her as she poured the water and asked again, "You came here willingly. Is that the truth?"
She held the cup to his lips and said in a barely perceptible voice, "Yes."
"I know you are lying, but lies do sound better than the truth." Liang Chihui took the water cup, put the pill in his mouth and drank it all.
The moment He Sang took the cup back, Liang Chihui's fingertips pressed on her fingertips, and she stopped at the warm touch.
"Second brother?"
Liang Chihui looked at her and said, "I'm glad you came to pick me up."
He Sang also looked at him for a long while. He turned over and turned his back to her. "Turn off the lights."
Coming out of the inner room, she glanced at the desk without making a sound. There were six drawers with locks on them. Personal belongings, company seals, and cash must be stored in the drawers. It was normal to keep them carefully.
But the bookcase was also locked.
Why lock up some worthless books?
She remembered that Liang Jishen had handled a case many years ago and had put all the gold bars and bills between books and stuffed them into the bookcase without even his family noticing.
This trick is not new.
So Liang Chihui was trying to cover up the truth and was deliberately being mysterious?
The real mystery is hidden in plain sight of everyone.
He Sang was afraid that there were surveillance cameras around, so he didn't dare to stay any longer and walked out of the office calmly.
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The next morning, she went back to Jinyue Mansion. Sister Rong had moved back to the old house and no longer lived there. There was no need for Sister Rong to guard an empty villa. There were traces of He Sang and Liang Jishen's life here for one year and five months. Except for the time they spent in the apartment in another province, they had lived together in Jinyue Mansion for at least one year.
There was no trace of her left, and Liang Jishen couldn't go home.
The third young master and his future wife have parted ways, and soon the whole city will be in an uproar.
Fortunately, he was powerful. After the old chairman died, he became the head of China Overseas Group. In addition, Liang Chihui was involved. Liang Chihui was also a different person now. He was promoted from a senior employee of Liang Group to the number one leader. No matter how much outsiders envied the love history and gossip of the three of them, they avoided it openly.
It won’t be as turbulent as last time.
He Sang stewed a pot of chicken soup and filtered the oil on the surface. Still worried that it was not light enough and would spoil his appetite, he stewed another pot of fish soup, packed it in two thermoses, sent it to the hospital, and placed it outside the door of bed 2 on the 9th floor.
Cheng Xun happened to be in the ward. He had been a soldier and was very alert. He immediately noticed someone there. He opened the door and saw nurses and family members coming and going in the corridor. He lowered his head and saw two thermoses placed side by side, with warm mist coming out of the exhaust holes.
He turned around and said, "It's not someone else, it's Sister Rong who brought you soup."
The light in Liang Jishen's eyes dimmed, "I'm not hungry, let's put it aside for now."
Cheng Xun opened the packaging bag and unscrewed the insulation cover. A strong aroma came out. "Sister Rong is good at cooking, but she is not good at making fish soup. There are always fish bones in the soup base." He fished the bottom of the pot. "It was cooked well today. There is not a single bone."
Liang Jishen's expression froze for a moment, then the dimmed light rekindled, "Bring it here."
Cheng Xun brought it to him and he took a spoonful. The taste of pepper on his tongue made him hesitate to move.
He Sang liked to sprinkle pepper in his fish soup, but the chefs and servants in the old house did not like to season the soup and always served it in clear soup.
"Pour a bowl." He instructed Cheng Xun in a hoarse voice.
Cheng Xun was overjoyed. "Are you willing to eat?"
Liang Jishen said nothing more, staring at the soup being ladled into the bowl. His handsome, pale face showed a rare bit of life.
He Sang went to the 9th floor again in the afternoon to see if he had drunk the soup and whether he liked chicken soup or fish soup, so that he could stew another pot tomorrow.
Cheng Xun was not in the ward. She pushed open the door and heard silence.
The curtains were drawn tightly, a thin layer of orange-white light filtering through. When the wind blew, the gauze curtains rolled up and hooked on the clothesline, and the room suddenly became warm and bright.
The man in the middle of the bed had a good sleeping posture, unlike her, who lay upright. If he hadn't been blocking her side, she would have been lying sideways in the morning.
She slept on her stomach with her arms tilted and her long hair covering her face. Liang Jishen took a picture of her sleeping posture, which looked like a ghost.
Last year on Chinese Valentine's Day, he ordered a huge sugar-free cake with seven or eight miniature photos stuck on the top. They were hideous candid photos of her that he had saved in his photo album. He Sang had urged him to delete them long ago, but he verbally agreed but took no action.
"You are beautiful. There are not many ugly photos of you with big noses. I'll keep this as a souvenir."
She feels comfortable when I praise her for being beautiful.
Liang Jishen understood her temperament. She didn't hold grudges over minor quarrels, but she would not care at all if he interrupted her.
He Sang quietly approached the bed. The man's short hair had grown one or two centimeters longer. It was not as neat as it was a few days ago. That night in Wanghai Tower, he had simply combed it so it didn't look messy. He hadn't had time to take care of it during the hospitalization, so it looked thick and long. After plucking out the scattered white hair, it was still as thick and black as ink.
The buttons of his hospital gown were misplaced, and between the buttons, a large area of his sturdy chest was exposed, floating up and down in the sunlight, rapidly and disorderly.
Liang Jishen had become thinner, his sternum was protruding, his pneumonia seemed to be showing no improvement, and his breathing was heavy and hoarse.
He has always been in good health, but he is a career-oriented man, and the intensity of the work is high. He was exhausted and suffered from illness frequently. His illness was really like pulling out a thread.
He Sang carefully nursed him back to health for a long time and finally managed to alleviate his old illness.
He doesn't cherish himself.
I bent down and checked the temperature with the palm of my hand. It was still a fever. The fever subsided after the infusion, but it came back intermittently afterwards.
She went to the bathroom and soaked a wet, cool towel, covered Liang Jishen's forehead with it, and gently massaged his calves and arms to relieve the swelling and pain from the high fever. He was breathing heavily and his Adam's apple bulged unconsciously. He Sang was startled and thought he was awake. Just as she was about to run, his head tilted slightly and the towel slipped from the pillow and fell to the ground.
He Sang breathed a sigh of relief, washed it clean and covered it again, then dipped a cotton swab in warm water and patiently applied it to his chapped lips.
Twenty minutes later, Li Zhen's nanny waved at the small window, reminding her that someone was coming.
She picked up the towel, put it back in the bathroom, and hurried away.
Cheng Xun carried a briefcase and entered the ward with a nurse.
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