Chapter 30 Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road
Since they separated at Lushan Mansion, He Sang has never seen Liang Jishen again.
The theater organization went on tour to Kuala Lumpur, which received good responses in the Chinese community. He Sang's status in the drama circle rose to a higher level. After returning to China, Li Zhen invited her to dinner to celebrate. Li Zhen had just asked someone to diagnose the sex of the fetus, and it was a boy.
Her husband rewarded her with a Cayenne. Although the child conceived through donor sperm was not her own, at least she did not lose face. After raising the child, she could marry him to the only daughter of a wealthy family. It was a good deal.
"I'm now a great contributor to the Zeng family. Zeng Shaokang always responds to my every request, even if it means asking for the stars." Li Zhen caressed her swollen belly. "Five months later, our son was born safely. The Zeng family's only child will be mine."
After dinner, Li Zhen suggested going to a jewelry store to buy He Sang a ruby bracelet, "It's your zodiac year, so you're in conflict with Tai Sui."
She smiled and said, "Then I want something expensive."
Stepping into the jewelry store, He Sang seemed to have sensed something and glanced at the lounge area. The man on the sofa had his back to the door. He was wearing a velvet shirt and tweed trousers. His short hair was not as handsome as usual, but looked casual, yet neat.
Not far away, several tellers were coaxing Song He to try on the jewelry.
He Sang's internal organs were torn into countless pieces, and the sourness flooded over her like a bursting dam tide. She wanted to leave, but was held back by Li Zhen.
She knew Li Zhen's temper and knew she would make a scene. "I don't want to run into them."
"Whoever is the mistress is guilty, why are you hiding?"
In fact, it is impossible to tell who is right and who is wrong.
She knew about the past between Song He and Liang Jishen, and she also knew that Song He was entangled with him again. Song He also knew that she was Liang Jishen's current girlfriend.
This messy relationship is complicated and confusing.
While they were arguing, Cheng Xun came out. He was surprised. He Sang never went to jewelry stores, but this was the first time he went there. He was surprised to find that they had met someone else. "Miss He."
He Sang looked at his left leg and asked, "Is the injury better?"
Cheng Xun didn't expect her to think about this, and his heart warmed, "Okay."
After hesitating for a while, she whispered, "Where is he?"
The man lit a cigarette with one hand and talked on the phone. In the gap between the conversations, he heard a familiar voice and turned his head.
He Sang immediately looked away.
"The ointment and gauze are in the bedside drawer of Lushan Mansion." She bit her lower lip, recalling the scene of that night, her tongue bitter. "He saw it too."
Cheng Xun coughed dryly, "Mr. Liang's back injury has been repeatedly inflamed and hasn't healed yet. Miss Song didn't know about it, so I helped change the dressing."
There was no reaction on He Sang's face.
Liang Jishen was injured while saving her, but Song He didn't know about it, so she didn't get jealous or angry.
Even though the woman revealed her vicious side, he did not embarrass Song He too much.
After He Sang went in, Cheng Xun went to the parking lot. In fact, he always thought that He Sang was a pretty good girl.
Don’t act, don’t be greedy, and don’t show off.
As soon as Cui Manli hooked up with a rich man, she started to put on a lavish display. The dean personally came to greet her every day, made her beauty tea, hired a masseuse, and treated her like an ancestor. However, He Sang not only never asked for any display, he never even asked Liang Jishen to do anything for him.
Including the fact that her father's inheritance had been sold, Liang Jishen only found out about it when he came home and saw her crying.
Even a man with a heart of steel and iron fist like Liang Jishen felt a little softened.
Li Zhen sat on a high stool with a proud look on her face, and asked the store manager who was receiving Song He to serve her.
The noise was so loud that Song He also noticed them and watched them in front of the mirror.
The store manager was in a dilemma, probably because he was concerned about Liang Jishen's presence. Song He didn't argue and said gently and generously, "You go and receive them, I'll choose."
Liang Jishen still frowned. When the cigarette burned out and the ash burned his fingers, he realized it and raised his hand to put it out.
"Brother Shen..." Song He chose two necklaces and compared them on his chest, "Which one looks better?"
The man seemed to be distracted and pointed to the one Song He disliked the most. She was not happy, "Didn't you say that purple diamonds suit me? I have fair skin."
He Sang's grip tightened. Liang Jishen had also said the same thing to her.
"White diamonds would also be suitable."
She was not happy, "Then how should I choose?"
Liang Jishen lit another cigarette and said, "Buy them all."
Li Zhen turned around to confirm which necklace it was and said to the store manager, "I want an amethyst necklace with a 4.5 carat center diamond."
"Mrs. Zeng, this model..." the store manager hesitated, "We don't sell it anymore."
Li Zhen asked knowingly, "Why not sell it?"
The store manager glanced behind her and said, "Yes..."
"Because I want them." Song He walked over and waved his hand, "I want every one of the ones on display here. However, since you are Miss He's friend, I will give you whichever one you want."
Li Zhen glared at her, "Miss Song is quite rich, is your husband supporting you?"
He Sang tried to poke her, but Li Zhen was helpless and got angry. She kept fighting and kept getting braver. "How can I not afford to buy jewelry? I carry the blood of the Zeng family. It is more legitimate for me to spend my husband's money than for Miss Song to spend Mr. Liang's money."
She handed over her card and reminded the store manager, "Look carefully, I'm a gold card customer with an annual spending of one million. I have priority. I like what she likes, and I don't want to give it up."
Song He held the jewelry box and said, "What about a gold card? You spend one million, and I can spend ten million."
"A competition of financial resources, huh?" Li Zhen insisted. "I'm going to buy something for He Sang today."
"There's a jewelry store next door too." The man on the sofa suddenly said, "I'll go with you."
Song He was stunned.
She was a smart woman and understood that she couldn't act capriciously in public and embarrass Liang Jishen.
"Okay." She smiled at Li Zhener, walked straight to Liang Jishen, and took his arm. "If you turn down your social engagements and go shopping with me, I'll do whatever you say."
The footsteps were just a few feet away, and his scent was floating in the air. He Sang held his breath and didn't look back.
I vaguely felt a gaze behind me, silent, deep, dark, like a thorn in my back.
Li Zhen triumphed triumphantly, "Bitch, you want to rob me?"
Liang Jishen paused beside her, "Mrs. Zeng."
The tone is casual and lazy, but the warning is self-evident.
He Sang was as if facing a formidable enemy. She turned around and said, "Mr. Liang, Li Zhen bought me a gift. If she has offended Miss Song, I apologize on her behalf."
"He Sang!" Li Zhen slapped her butt, "Why should I—"
She grabbed Li Zhen's arm and exerted force secretly.
Liang Jishen hated people who provoked him in person the most. Scolding Song He was like slapping him in the face. Once he could no longer save face, he would retaliate, and the Zeng family would be absolutely unable to resist.
Li Zhen came to her senses a little, but said nothing.
Liang Jishen looked at her, perhaps out of embarrassment, perhaps out of resentment. The corners of her eyes were red, and it seemed that she would cry in the next second.
He suppressed his impatience and stopped making trouble.
When the man disappeared outside the door, He Sang felt as if all his veins were stripped away and he collapsed in exhaustion.
The store manager handed the jewelry box to Li Zhen and said, "Mrs. Zeng, someone has already paid."
“Who paid for it?”
"It's Mr. Liang."
He Sang clenched his hands so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
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