Chapter 274 She needs me, no matter the cost
It was like a stretched bowstring, one end tied to her and the other to Liang Jishen's hand. Countless nerves were tightly entangled with her body, causing her limbs to tremble uncontrollably.
The man's voice was very hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, rough and dull.
Thinking of him coughing while working, He Sang's heart ached.
Whenever Liang Jishen fell ill, his condition was always serious and he recovered slowly. She had just checked the medical records at the end of the bed and found that he had a high fever of 39.3 degrees at three o'clock in the afternoon.
After two days and two nights of intravenous drip, there is still no improvement.
"Are you feeling better?" She turned her back to the bed, her voice rising and falling like a wave symbol.
"Do you care?" Liang Jishen stared at her.
He Sang was too stiff to move. "You should take care of yourself...work is secondary. Teacher Zhang and Teacher Jiang are not worried about you collapsing."
"Are you worried?"
Liang Jishen seemed to be competing with her, and he would not give up until she answered.
That burning and deep gaze made He Sang tremble, and she fled the scene holding the thermos.
The man lowered his eyes, reached under the pillow, pulled out the photo, and his thumb lingered over it.
"Mr. Liang." Cheng Xun admitted his mistake, "I shouldn't have made the decision on my own and blamed Miss He."
Liang Jishen's gaze shifted from the empty doorway to him. "Even though she and I have come this far, I can't bear to say harsh words or blame her."
Cheng Xun glanced at him and said, "I understand."
He was too calm, like a still, undisturbed sea. "Born in the Liang family, too many eyes are on me. It's my inability to redress He Jinping's grievances. You have no reason to blame her."
Cheng Xun's nose felt sore. "Mr. Liang, you are not incompetent. It is easy to dodge an open attack, but it is difficult to guard against an arrow from the dark. It is Director Liang who is too insidious and has framed you with despicable means."
Liang Jishen was exhausted. "No matter what happens in the future, she needs me, and I will help her no matter the cost."
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand to signal Cheng Xun to leave.
He Sang washed his face in the public bathroom on the third floor, relaxed for a long while, straightened up and returned to the ward.
Li Zhen woke up and was struggling to pour some water. The operation she had undergone was major and the incision was deep, and she was grimacing in pain.
"Don't move, I'm falling." He Sang hurried into the room, "What time is Mr. Zeng's flight?"
"Tomorrow morning." She yawned. "Have you been crying?"
He Sang changed the subject, "Did Mr. Zeng name the child over the phone?"
"Zeng Wenqiang, nicknamed Little Prince." Li Zhen curled her lips. "He's a fan of 'The Bund'. I protested that the name was too old-fashioned. It would be hilarious if the teacher in the early childhood class called out his name!"
"Wen Qiang...quite manly." He Sang prepared a bowl of lotus root starch with red dates, cooled it spoonfully, and fed her, "Savor your appetite first. The nanny's going home to make pig's trotter soup."
"Where's the spicy roast lamb leg? I need some energy."
He Sang ignored her.
Li Zhen only drank half a bowl, "Where's my mom? Isn't she here?"
"I've informed my aunt, probably in the next two days."
She scoffed, "Stop comforting me."
Zeng Mingwei is 45 years old this year. Her son-in-law and mother-in-law are about the same age. When she wanted to marry into a wealthy family, her parents did not support it. They did not care about the sky-high bride price, but only hoped that she would marry a down-to-earth and hardworking young man. The Li family is a scholarly family and attaches great importance to the cultural level of the match. Li Zhen's elder brother is a 985 PhD, and her twin brother is a 211 Master. Unfortunately, Li Zhen did not win the genetic lottery, but won the lottery of being a rich wife.
This "old son-in-law" was a rough man, rich but without substance. Li Zhen's mother was so ashamed that she didn't even attend the wedding. Zeng Mingwei personally went to the house to show respect, but the Li family didn't buy it, and he was disgusted. Li Zhen was unwilling to give up her wealthy life, work from nine to five, pay the mortgage, and the kind of marriage that she could see the end of. She simply chose her husband and stopped contacting her family.
However, this passion was half exhausted in three years because of her husband's machismo and the discord between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
When Li Zhen saw He Sang performing a play on stage, and Liang Jishen picking her up from get off work, respecting her career and freedom, and protecting her in front of Ji Xilan, it would be a lie to say she wasn't envious.
The most painful times were the Spring Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, and Zeng Mingwei's mother's birthday. Grandma Li Zhen claimed to be a descendant of the "Yehena clan," and the daily rules were cumbersome, tormenting Li Zhen unbearably. One day, she couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "You old woman, are you so bored that your breasts hurt? The Qing Dynasty is over!"
Her mother-in-law was so angry that she encouraged Zeng Mingwei to divorce her. It was not until her mother-in-law died last year that she could live a comfortable life.
He Sang was curious about the rules, so Li Zhen knelt and gestured, "Please have dinner and tea, Mom." Then she changed her posture and said, "Please take a bath and change clothes, Mom."
Once, He Sang was performing for Liang Jishen in a serious manner. Liang Jishen's brows became increasingly furrowed. "Is he mentally ill?"
Li Zhen said that the three sons of the Liang family were impeccable with women. At least they were generous and considerate enough, which was rare to come by. This included Liang Chihui, who was known for her playboy status. Their love affairs were all one-on-one, and they would never have a red flag flying at home while flirting with colorful ones outside.
Especially since Liang Chihui saved the lives of her and her son, Li Zhen is now his die-hard fan and cheers for him.
"I don't agree with you plotting against him."
He Sang said nothing.
"If he wasn't trying to please you, would he care about my life or death?" Li Zhen said solemnly, "Liang Jishen is not suitable for you. For ordinary people with some connections, it's very common to find a relationship to get a green light, not to mention the rich. But for him, it's become a privilege. You must be so cautious for the rest of your life. How tiring it is for you."
He Sang said calmly, "I'm happy to."
Li Zhen choked, "Nine out of ten women would choose Liang Chihui, and one fool wouldn't."
He Sang took his cell phone and went out to the neonatal intensive care unit to take a picture of the little prince and gave it to Li Zhen.
The little prince was born prematurely, very thin and small, with red, green and black instrument heads inserted all over his body. His head was tilted, his facial features were squeezed together, and his skin was pink and dark.
He Sang was fascinated by her. A man's hand came from behind her and asked, "Do you want some milk?"
She shuddered and turned her head.
Liang Chihui took a can of milk in his left hand, touched her shoulder with his right hand, and comforted her, "You are so timid."
He Sang said seriously, "I'm analyzing it."
He said in a doting and cooperative tone, "What are you analyzing?"
"The child's father is mixed-race, and when the child grows up..."
"Zeng Mingwei is mixed-race?" Liang Chihui frowned.
He Sang realized he had let the cat out of the bag and immediately tried to smooth things over, "A mixed breed of northern and southerners."
The man couldn't stop laughing. The light was bright, shining on his face, making his lips and teeth look red and white, as if he was a flawless jade with a drop of cinnabar.
"Do you like children?"
He Sang took the milk and looked disappointed. "I have a cold constitution and it's difficult for me to get pregnant."
"Children are a gift from God, but they are not a must." Liang Chihui tapped lightly with his index finger on the nursery glass. The little prince squirmed in the incubator. "At least for me, my wife is far more important than my child. I give my wife 90% of my love, and the child only 10%."
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