Chapter 293 I Know You Feel Affection for Me
The other party glanced at it, didn't respond, and continued to knock on the glass.
This kind of robber who shows up halfway will never stop until he has squeezed all the money out of your pocket.
He Sang threw out another stack of money and said, "Brother, I really have no money left."
Under the cover of night, there was a faint laugh, so light that the wind made the reeds rustle and swallowed up the laughter.
She didn't dare to peek at what the other person looked like and sat there stiffly.
The knocks on the glass grew stronger.
Clearly running out of patience.
He Sang was at his wit's end. He took off his pearl earrings and threw them out the window. "In the trunk, there's a pair of sheepskin-soled high heels, size 35, for six thousand yuan, and a men's shirt, size 185, for over three thousand yuan. They're brand new. If you don't mind, take them. You and your wife can wear them."
The laughter gradually grew louder. The man did not pick up the money and earrings on the ground, but continued to knock on the glass.
He Sang panicked instantly.
Could it be a carjacking or hostage-taking?
She hurriedly took off the necklace from her neck and held it out through the gap in the car window to test whether the other party would use a weapon. If he was carrying a dagger or something, it proved that he had the intention to harm her. She would quickly raise the car window and crush his hand.
At worst, if he hit her, even if there were no witnesses, a grown man stopping a woman in the wilderness would probably be considered to have acted in self-defense as long as he didn't kill her.
The reason why He Sang was unwilling to make a big fuss and was willing to spend money to avoid disaster was that he was afraid of exposing the whereabouts of Hongxing Village and arousing Liang Chihui's suspicion.
The man outside the car suddenly held her hand, and the hot palm prints rubbed the back of her hand. It was too rough and too thick, and it made her feel like she was electrocuted all over. She felt nervous, collapsed, and numb.
He Sang pulled back and was about to start the car when the man saw her necklace clearly and squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, "He Sang."
Hoarse and restrained.
She stopped.
She instinctively reached for her phone, aiming the screen at the man in the window. The bright light illuminated a face that was so familiar it couldn't be more familiar. Liang Jishen's iconic eyes, as deep and profound as the sea, held her firmly in their grasp in the long, silent night.
He Sang slumped in his seat, gasping for breath.
Liang Jishen looked impatient, with one hand on his waist and the other gesturing to open the car door. He Sang unlocked it immediately.
"You threw away the Valentine's Day gift I gave you without hesitation?" He sat in the passenger seat and opened the glove compartment. The white pearl necklace Liang Chihui had given her was intact inside the box. Liang Jishen scolded him, "Keep his and throw away mine? He Sang, you've grown up."
She said nothing.
It's not that she felt guilty. That night at Wanghailou, she packed her luggage and moved out of Jinyue Mansion and stayed at Li Zhen's house. The necklace had been left in the car instead of in the suitcase. After all, Zeng Mingwei and the nanny were outsiders, so she couldn't blame them if her things were lost.
As for Yao Wenjie's white jade necklace, she placed it in a separate cloakroom on the third floor of the old house, and also secretly told Yao Wenjie that such a valuable piece of jewelry should naturally be returned to its original owner.
Yao Wenjie was a respectable person. She said that since Liang Chihui had given it to He Sang, it belonged to him and there was no reason to take it back.
As for the necklace Liang Chihui bought at the auction, she also returned it once. He was not very nice and was quite angry. He Sang finally got close to him and was worried that all his efforts would be wasted, so he kept it in the locker and did not move it.
If she lost the necklace, Liang Chihui would definitely find out where she lost it. After searching for a long time, he found the place where she lost it, Hongxing Village.
The window on Liang Jishen's side was wide open. He unscrewed the medicine bottle and took a throat lozenge, feeling extremely frustrated. "I bought the necklace in Macau. I went to five jewelry stores to choose the pendant and personally engraved your name on it."
She was stunned and subconsciously snatched it, "Did you carve it?"
This sentence was like adding fuel to the fire. Liang Jishen's chest heaved violently, and he suppressed his temper. "Didn't you notice? He Sang, do you deserve to be punished?"
She curled up in the driving seat, motionless.
"Put it on!" The man threw the necklace to her and took off his coat in annoyance. He had no place to vent his anger, but he couldn't bear to touch her. His actions became a little violent. The zipper of his coat slammed against the car window with a crisp "pop" sound, and then bounced back violently, scratching her hair.
Her scalp was aching, and she covered it with her hands in grievance, "I thought it was a robbery..."
"So you think the robbery is over?"
Liang Ji was filled with hatred, hating himself for pampering her and making her mind too simple. Money can indeed solve 99% of disasters, but the remaining 1% is a bet on the complexity of human nature. So far, nine out of ten bets on human nature have been lost.
"I'm a gangster, how can I be content without robbing women? I'm interested in women, no matter the consequences."
He Sang tilted his head and stared at him.
His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, "Just giving an example, not me, but representing men."
A crow landed on the roof of the car and croaked, waking He Sang up. "Why are you here?"
Liang Ji pursed his lips and said, "On a business trip."
"Does Zhonghai Group have a project in Hongxing Village?" He Sang blurted out. "The Traffic Management Bureau recognized me and reported to you that I was in Wanxi County, correct?"
He was silent.
Liang Jishen is not good at deceiving women, and his lying skills are not even as good as He Sang.
"I told you not to interfere." He Sang's internal organs felt like they were tied in a knot, strangling her breath. "Your previous investigation into the Guanghe Group angered Liang Yanzhang, and he set you up and nearly sent you to jail. The sentence for swindling 200 million yuan starts at ten years. Even if the case is overturned and you are cleared of all charges, your reputation will be ruined."
Liang Jishen's jaw was tense, and the tendons in his wrists were swollen and twisted.
"If Liang Chihui hadn't handed over those two suppliers, you would already be in the dock in court. Even if you have great abilities, could you prevent them from working together to frame you?"
He Sang didn't want to bring up the past again. She knew that Liang Jishen was averse to this. She had sacrificed herself and tried to please and obey Liang Chihui in exchange for the two suspects surrendering themselves.
Every time it is mentioned, it undoubtedly opens up Liang Jishen's scars.
"I'm worried about you." He said hoarsely.
Every word he uttered felt like a sharp blade cutting his throat, turning Liang Jishen's face pale.
He Sang looked at the dim and hazy shadow on the glass, his heart beating fast.
After a long while, the man reached out and stroked the ends of her hair. The zipper was intertwined and entangled. He untied the strands one by one and combed them gently. "I know you care about me."
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