Chapter 39 Isn't it my wedding day yet?
He Sang rested his chin lazily on his shoulder and said, "I'm naturally slim."
The man smiled, "You're not ashamed."
On the way home, she took another nap.
It was almost nine o'clock when the car stopped at Jinyue Mansion. Liang Jishen took off his coat and wrapped her in it. He took bigger steps and woke He Sang up.
She found herself hanging in the air, "Put me down."
The man bent down and kissed her, "Just two more steps and we'll be home."
"I want to come down—"
Liang Jishen couldn't persuade her, so he stopped. He Sang slid across his chest and landed steadily.
The tip of her nose was filled with mist, and her face was red. "Liang Jishen, this is your home."
The atmosphere was not right, so Cheng Xun didn't turn off the engine and slipped back into the car.
"The house is yours."
"Is it mine?" He Sang looked at him. "Then why can Miss Song come in and out as she pleases? You told her the password, right?"
Liang Jishen opened the cigarette box without saying a word.
"I want this apartment, and she's not allowed to come here again, okay?"
"You live here, it's up to you."
He Sang asked, "Do you live here?"
The man glanced at her with a cigarette in his mouth, "Stop."
"You live with me, and you can't live with Miss Song anymore. After you settle her down for a while, it's best if you don't see her anymore."
Liang Jishen's smile gradually disappeared.
At first, there were small waves, and then a huge vortex that swallowed her up. "Is she gone?"
"Yes, I don't see her, only me."
He turned his back and lit a cigarette away from the wind.
As the flames lit up and everything became silent, he became darker than the night.
He Sang knew that he would not give a direct answer, but he still gritted his teeth, unwilling to destroy that glimmer of hope, "Can you?"
Liang Jishen laughed, a funny, ridiculous laugh, "What do you think?"
She lowered her eyes, "I can't."
"You already know, why are you asking?" He looked away.
The street light cast a long black shadow. He Sang carefully moved the tip of his shoe, but ultimately couldn't bear to step on it.
Just like a month ago, she struggled for so long and so hard before she finally dragged her suitcase out of that door.
"What can you give me?"
"money."
"Besides money?"
Liang Jishen brushed off the ash and said, "No."
He Sang thought that if she had just left school and met Liang Jishen, he would be good in every way and would fascinate women. In this big circle of people, he would protect her and pamper her. She would admire him, depend on him, and maybe even be willing to be the bird in his palm and live in his golden cage.
Fight for him with a woman, or even a group of women.
Who can resist Liang Jishen's temptation and bear the pain of losing him?
Unfortunately, there is no if.
She is not an innocent girl, and she is burdened with a lawsuit that may never come to light.
"I don't want to hide from people. I want to be open and aboveboard, not sneak around."
Liang Jishen broke off his cigarette butt and said sullenly, "There's no need for you to hide."
He Sang didn't even have the energy to refute or laugh or cry. Men don't understand women's war and jealousy. When they are around him, they hide their scheming and pretend to be docile, so he thinks he can control human nature and jealousy.
"Song He bumped into me once. Did you expect that?"
Liang Jishen didn't want to bring up that matter. To this day, he had never truly admitted that it was Song He who harmed her.
He knew He Sang well. Once he admitted it, it would never end and he would have to pay him back in kind.
"There's no evidence it's her." Liang Jishen's chest was red from the cold as his shirt was wrinkled by the car. "It's just a guess."
"What about the man at the Yinglanduo Restaurant?"
His cover-up was too obvious, which aroused He Sang's resentment. "You have already found out that the man who met Song He at Yinglanduo Restaurant was the murderer who hit me."
Liang Jishen tore open his shirt with force. He was so angry that he didn't feel cold. He just felt a flame burning in his heart, which made him very agitated.
He Sang pulled the coat off his shoulders and threw it at him, "I won't wear yours."
The man was annoyed. He grabbed his coat with one hand and pulled her over with the other. "Will provoking me do you any good? Do you understand your current situation?"
yes.
She was almost pushed down by Cui Manli.
The battle for the mainstay of a drama theater is not about strength, but about the status of the man behind it.
Manli's backing is second only to the Liang family in power.
The most important thing is that the person behind the scenes really likes Manli and snatched her from the pharmaceutical boss. He wanted the stars but not the moon, and he was not just playing around.
People always don't know how to appreciate the blessings they have. Cui Manli envied Liang Jishen for being her backer, and she also envied Cui Manli.
What He Sang longed for was not fame and fortune, but love and fate.
"I'd rather be a bit player."
Liang Jishen was completely amused by her, "How does it feel to be demoted to a supporting role, being ordered around by them?"
"It's not pleasant, but it's dignified."
"You're wrong." He grabbed He Sang's wrist, forcing her to wake up and face him. "What is dignity? They submit to you and dare not offend you. You have the right to choose whatever you want."
The wind blew dead leaves across his forehead, and He Sang instinctively closed his eyes.
The man approached. He was wearing thin clothes, but his body temperature was still as hot as fire.
"You have a wife. Does she allow her husband to have other women?" The cold wind made his voice tremble. He Sang looked stubborn. "Even if she acquiesces, I won't accept it."
Liang Jishen stared at her expressionlessly.
After a long while, he tied her scarf tightly and asked, "Isn't it my wedding day yet?"
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