Chapter 36 Women are made of water
Liang Jishen lifted her shirt and slapped her on the butt with a resounding slap. "Are you being petty with me?"
On the day He Sang left, she packed up all her cosmetics and left nothing behind. She was not wearing any makeup or lip gloss. Her young and plump skin was white with a rosy glow, her pores were clean, her eyebrows were thick, and her face was of moderate width, as if it was drawn according to the measurements. Nowadays, beautiful girls are everywhere in the streets and alleys. He Sang is not stunning, but she is the most natural and comfortable.
"Who is my new love?"
"Miss Song."
Liang Jishen became interested and teased her, "Then who is the old love?"
He Sang was stunned and bit her teeth lightly.
"Isn't she my ex-lover too?" He continued venomously, "She's my new love and my old love too, what are you fighting over?"
He Sang was too embarrassed to bear it any longer and tried to push him, but failed.
Liang Jishen kissed her forehead and eyebrows carefully, and finally bit her lips savagely.
The man's low moan was heard in her ears, and he slowly kissed her neck.
Cheng Xun finished smoking three cigarettes in the car and finally waited for He Sang.
Her clothes were disheveled and her face was flushed. She shivered as the cold wind blew and she got into the car.
"Back to the theater?"
He Sang was shy and said "hmm" in a low voice.
Liang Jishen was clearly taking revenge on her, torturing her out of evil pleasure. He hadn't had a satisfying fight last night, and he had just left her in a state of suspense, so he stopped.
A BMW hidden behind the evergreen pine drove out of the bushes and watched the Hongqi L5 drive away. Song He, who was in the driver's seat, had anger in his eyes.
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He Sang's role today was not important. She just carried the sedan chair for the newly trained heroine, which was like guiding a newcomer. The whole show was 147 minutes long, and she left the stage after performing one-third of it.
The dean rushed in and asked her, "Xiao Sang, there's a distinguished guest looking for you in the lounge. Hurry and take off your makeup and change your clothes. There's no time to waste!"
He Sang was exhausted and clutched his stomach. "What distinguished guest?"
"A top tycoon in the circle of power and wealth."
The director was beaming with joy, thinking that the theater had spent so much money to cultivate a pillar of the theater. This kind of big shot was usually picked up and dropped off by cars and surrounded by bodyguards, and it was difficult to get a glimpse of his face. Now, for He Sang, he frequently booked out the theater and was very generous. It also gave the theater free advertising. People who wanted to curry favor with him, seek cooperation, and even curry favor with his son came to meet him by chance, and the attendance rate doubled.
Walking out of the backstage, the dean looked at this cash cow eagerly, "Xiao Sang, starting next year, your profit share ratio will be adjusted. Now it's 46% between you and the theater, and it will be 55%. If your peers want to poach you, you must be firm... You have come to our academy since you graduated, and I have helped you avoid many unspoken rules..."
He Sang walked along, and the dean kept muttering to herself. She pushed open the door of the lounge and was stunned.
The person who came to see her was Liang Yanzhang.
He came alone, accompanied only by bodyguards, unlike the previous two times, when he was accompanied by Liang Jishen and Liang Chihui respectively.
"Director Liang." She said respectfully.
The bodyguard stepped forward and handed He Sang a rectangular jewelry box tied with a golden ribbon. The packaging was very high-quality. She didn't take it. "What is this?"
Liang Yanzhang picked up the teacup with a pleasant expression, "Don't misunderstand me, it's just a birthday gift, nothing else."
He Sang was surprised, "How did Director Liang know my birthday?"
"I've read your introduction." He flicked the tea lid over the water and took a sip. "Are you from the north?"
"I'm from Hebei."
Liang Yanzhang sipped the tea and said, "Not really."
Northern women are passionate, generous and tall, but she is cool and delicate with fair skin, which is more in line with the charm of southern women.
The dean said, "He Sang has been learning classical dance since elementary school and won a prize in the National Taoli Cup Competition. This dance style is the most challenging for one's posture."
Liang Yanzhang looked at her for a long moment and said, "Sit down."
He Sang was very reserved, and the dean took the gift for her. "Xiao Sang, Director Liang is taking care of you. Are you stupid?"
She forced a smile and said, "It's too expensive. I won't accept it without merit."
Liang Yanzhang's demeanor was gentle, radiating a youthful vitality, and he looked more energetic than ever before. "Of course you have made a contribution. I haven't found a woman like Weng Qiong in many years." He patted the back of He Sang's hand, "You have fulfilled my dream of missing her and fulfilled my hope."
He Sang jumped up from her seat in fear and trepidation as if she had been electrocuted. Liang Yanzhang did not blame her, but smiled even more kindly. It is extremely rare to find a woman who keeps herself clean and does not associate with rich and powerful people.
"Do you have a stage name?"
He Sang shook his head. Stage names were no longer popular in the drama circle. At most, the original name was unlucky and he was not destined to become famous, so he asked the master to change the name.
During the golden age of the 1980s and 1990s, stage names were very popular. Even calendar models had stage names. Weng Qiong was called Peacock. She was as proud and beautiful as a peacock on stage. Yao Wenji was called Bai Ling, which sounds like Bailing. She had a good singing voice.
Liang Yanzhang thought for a moment and said, "I'll give you a stage name, Shui Ling."
He Sang remembered that there was an actress named Shui Ling, but her real name was more popular than her stage name and was not well-known.
The dean was very happy. This meant that Liang Yanzhang would support her and become her backer. "Hurry up and thank Director Liang."
He Sang didn't respond, but Liang Yanzhang remained good-tempered. "Xiao He, Xilan misses you very much. She wants you to come back to the old house and have a meal together."
She was stunned. "Mrs. Liang misses me?"
"I have three sons and am not blessed with a daughter. Xilan and you get along well."
"Xiao Sang..." The dean was sweating profusely, worried that Liang Yanzhang would vent his anger on the theater. "I never arranged for you to entertain investors. I beg you, this is the old man of the Liang family!"
Liang Yanzhang positioned her as a junior and came to pick her up personally. If she didn't go, it would be very rude and impolite.
He Sang had no choice but to agree reluctantly.
While the driver was helping Liang Yanzhang get into the car, he glanced at the parking lot at the street corner and said, "Mr. Liang, this is the Third Young Master's car."
His expression instantly became serious, "Old Three is here again?"
"The Third Young Master's temper..." The driver glanced at He Sang and stammered, "It's hard to control."
"He's hard to control outside, so he has to restrain himself in front of me." Liang Yanzhang refused to give in and sat in the back seat.
He Sang opened the passenger door but was stopped by the driver, "Ms. He, the passenger seat is not safe, please sit in the back seat."
She declined repeatedly, "How can I be equal to Mr. Liang?"
"Your status doesn't matter when riding in a car." Liang Yanzhang said, pointing to the empty seat next to her.
It was no big deal to stand in front of the theater door, so He Sang sat side by side with him, leaving a distance of one person between them.
When they returned to the old house, Ji Xilan was crying on the sofa, with porcelain fragments scattered all over the floor.
When the nanny reminded her that Director Liang had returned home, she lay there motionless, complaining bitterly, "They say being a second wife is hard, and I've experienced it!"
He Sang stood at the entrance and didn't dare to go in.
Liang Yanzhang sighed and hugged Ji Xilan, "Someone is gossiping again?"
"You haven't forgotten Yao Wenji all these years. She betrayed you, and you can't bear to get over it. Otherwise, how could you bear to divorce her?" Ji Xilan pulled away, full of resentment. "She will live in the old house from now on, and you will be together day and night. Do you feel sorry for her?"
Liang Yanzhang gestured for He Sang to sit down and coaxed Ji Xilan, "Wen Ji and I have been divorced for thirty years. Are you jealous of her?"
"I'm not jealous of her, I'm jealous of the little girl—" Ji Xilan turned her head and found He Sang at the entrance, and the tears in her eyes suddenly froze.
Liang Yanzhang took off his coat and explained, "Old Ye's niece is engaged. Her fiancé works at the Provincial Drama Theater. I went to see a performance. He's tall and strong, and has good looks." Liang Yanzhang handed his coat to the nanny and said frankly, "He Sang also acted in that play. You get along well with her, don't you? She'll keep you company."
This sentence woke Ji Xilan up.
Liang Yanzhang was satisfied and his position was secure.
She smiled again, "I also liked Xiao He the last time we met. Yan Zhang, you should call me and let me know so I can prepare her favorite meal."
Liang Yanzhang was very pleased with Ji Xilan's virtuous and sensible behavior. "Let's go to the restaurant. I've ordered a table of Shandong cuisine."
"You're so considerate to Xiao He." Ji Xilan held He Sang's hand, "Do you like Shandong cuisine?"
He Sang felt uncomfortable all over. "I'm not hungry. I won't bother Mr. Liang and his wife."
"You're too thin. You need to take care of yourself. Women are made of water, so they're very delicate."
Ji Xilan's generosity and concern seemed to be deliberately performed for Liang Yanzhang to see, and the strong smell of being a mistress of the family was also out of place.
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