Chapter 35 Catching an adulterer
Song He was confused, "Why does Mr. Liang care about where I stayed last night?"
"I'm concerned about the third child." Liang Chihui glanced meaningfully at the man in the living room, "You better hide your sweet fragrance and soft jade carefully. It doesn't matter if I bump into you. If Aunt Ji's efforts are in vain, this little girl will suffer."
Ji Xilan dreamed of having a daughter-in-law from a powerful family and a strong marriage to make up for the disadvantage of not being the original wife.
At least, those stubborn old directors who are determined to "establish the eldest son as the legitimate heir" will shut up a little.
Because his mother had gone insane, Liang Jishen had naturally become quite aloof and celibate over the years. He would not touch anything he did not like, and would be cautious with anything he liked, fighting an underground war.
"Little Gillian?" Song He was puzzled.
The man on the sofa raised his eyelids and dismissed him indifferently, "Second brother, I won't see you off."
Liang Chihui smiled, put on his gloves calmly, and walked out the door.
Song He pondered for a while at the entrance, "Mr. Liang seems to be hinting at something."
"Really? I don't think so." The man stood up and warmed a cup of fresh milk. "I prepared Pu'er tea cakes and ginseng for your mother. Remember to bring them."
Song He noticed that he had changed the subject and subconsciously looked around. Two sets of tableware in the restaurant caught her attention. "Brother Shen, whose tableware is that?"
The man sat down again, "Second brother's."
A slight fluctuation passed through her face.
The two brothers are not on good terms with each other, and due to the Liang family's ethics, they barely maintain the illusion of brotherly love and respect. It is impossible for Liang Chihui to have breakfast here.
Song He approached the dining area. The air was filled with the scent of Yulong tea perfume, which she had only smelled on a woman's clothes.
Her face turned pale. "Is it really Mr. Liang?"
Liang Jishen showed a hint of impatience, picked up the magazine on the table and threw it hard.
The sharp paper scraped across the jade tabletop, and the "snapping" sound irritated Song He. She stared at the man and said, "You brought He Sang back."
She went straight to the entrance. In the shoe cabinet were a pair of size 35 white mid-calf boots, which were 90% new, but her shoe size was 37.
He Sang is actually above average height, 5'10", and thin, but her waist-length hair makes her look shorter. She has a size 35 foot and can't find shoes that fit her, so she buys cheaper custom-made shoes online. Later, Liang Jishen contacted major brands and found that they all had custom-made shoes in size 35. Song He knows the price. The boots sell for over 70,000 yuan on the official website, and there's a 15% markup for custom-made shoes.
She picked up one and asked, "Are these shoes for me? They're the wrong size."
Liang Jishen also stared at her.
"Brother Shen." Song He's eyes flushed red, "You promised to break up with her—"
Suddenly, there was a sound of a door lock being turned in the room at the end, and Song He strode towards the master bedroom.
He Sang held his breath and gripped the door handle tightly.
She wanted the door to open, but she also didn't want it to open.
When it comes to playing dirty, she is not as ruthless as Song He. Once the attack is opened, Song He will most likely get rid of her as soon as possible, and the scene of the car accident will be repeated.
But by opening it, Song He was forcing Liang Jishen.
"Xiao He."
Just as he was about to break into the room, Liang Jishen called out to Song He.
His voice was neither too high nor too low, and he was very calm. "You should think it over carefully. Do you want to open it or not?"
Song He stood there, "So you admitted it."
"Admit what."
"She's in your room."
"Since you want to confront me, I also have a question for you." Liang Jishen's brows darkened, as if covered in ink. "Do you know the man from Yinglanduo Restaurant?"
Song He's already pale face turned even paler.
"You know what my bottom line is. You shouldn't go against me when you're around me."
His dark pupils scrutinized her, without making it clear, but having already torn away most of the veil. Song He felt a pang of fear in her heart, "Brother Shen, I'm not that kind of person."
"You knew what you were like even though I didn't mention it?" Liang Jishen's eyes were cold and emotionless.
She suddenly clenched her hands at her side, "At least I have no second thoughts about you, my body and mind are pure."
The man put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. "Don't be too smart. You will get what you want."
Song He seemed to have taken a reassurance pill, and his fists slowly relaxed.
What she wanted was him.
It is the title of the wife of the third son of the Liang family.
After calming down, she also came to her senses.
No matter how much Liang Jishen indulged a woman, he was in a superior position and would still feel disgusted if she went too far. A rational man has a long-lasting affection side, but also a fickle side.
The wise move is to maintain your position and then bring down your opponents.
"My mother doesn't know anyone here, so I'll be staying with her for two days. I won't have time to take care of you. Miss He is very kind and righteous, and I can't thank her enough. I'm not a petty woman." Song He smiled. "Is she in there?"
Liang Jishen fixed his gaze on her for a long moment, then said, "She's not here."
"Okay, I'll go back to South Bay first." She walked to the storage room and took out the gifts, among which was an envelope with a secondary card inside, but there was no credit limit.
Song He was completely relieved. Liang Jishen not only treated her well, but also treated her mother with sincerity. He Sang could not get such sincerity.
She was just Liang Jishen's plaything in his spare time. It was so cheap to be jealous of her.
He Sang came out of the master bedroom only after there was no sound outside the door.
Liang Jishen glanced at her and asked, "Why are you hiding?"
"Why don't you hide and wait for Miss Song to catch you cheating again?"
"What do you mean by catching an adulterer? What kind of person do you think I am?" He chuckled, "Come here."
He Sang didn't start.
The man's smile faded a little. "Are you angry with me again?"
"I'm going back to the theater."
"Is there any show today?" He opened the financial magazine that was torn into two pieces with a dull look.
"There is one."
Ever since Cui Manli was demoted, the provincial theater's signboard changed from "Shuangshu Huadan" to "He's Huadan", and He Sang's hands were almost full of scripts.
"Ask the dean for leave and withdraw from tomorrow's play."
"Tomorrow is my finale, I can't quit."
The man didn't waste any words, "Cheng Xun."
"Mr. Liang." Cheng Xun appeared behind He Sang without any warning. She was startled. He was always elusive.
"Go pick her up after the performance this afternoon and ask for leave for her."
He Sang was like a little wild cat with its fur standing on end. "You are a hegemonist—"
"I always have."
She kicked off her slippers and sat on the carpet.
The shirt barely covered her hips, and when the edges were stretched out, her thighs were exposed, and the shape of her hips was vaguely visible.
"No underwear?"
"It's dirty and not washed."
"Get up." He commanded, "You've caught a cold during your period."
That time in the second half of the night, she had her period.
Liang Jishen was impeccable in this regard and was very concerned about her health. Even though the arrow on the string was swollen and uncomfortable, he just coaxed her and released it in another way.
"Go put on one. It's in the storage box in the closet." He added with a smile, "You dare to get in my car? I'll show you how I'll deal with you."
The underwear in the storage box was bought by Xin Xin at his instruction.
Quite spicy.
It wasn't as exaggerated as the style Li Zhen introduced, but it was also more embarrassing than normal.
This man, neatly dressed and sitting upright, looked through the glass window in the Zhonghai Conference Hall. He Sang felt that he had nothing to do with sex, desire, or lust.
He Sang thought that the reason why Xin Xin favored Song He but was hostile to him was actually caused by Liang Jishen.
In the eyes of the public, the more handsome he is, the more hateful he is to the women who drive him crazy.
She mumbled something incoherent.
The man put down the magazine and asked, "Scold me?"
"I commend you for being a gentleman and thoughtful."
Liang Jishen sneered, "Is the ugly bastard who created the world a compliment? A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory."
She choked, her ears were really sharp.
The man's tone softened a bit, "Be good and come here."
He Sang moved in front of him, and Liang Jishen pulled her into his arms, "You're being naughty, aren't you?"
Her palms were wet, and she pretended to be calm, "I don't understand."
"The door lock moves on its own for no reason." Liang Jishen pointed it out bluntly. "Is it fun?"
He Sang's mouth curled up a little bit, and he broke into a laugh. "I want to see how you can solve the problem when the new love and the old love come face to face."
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