Chapter 391 I'd Rather You Act to Me For the Rest of Your Life
He Sang sat up from the sofa, "Didn't you disagree with me going?"
"Well, I disagree." Liang Chihui had no patience and took a sip of tea. "You can go if you want."
"Go ahead." She put down the remote and walked towards the door. "I'll ask Mrs. Lin for the front-stage tickets."
"It's raining outside." He frowned. "The bodyguard will go."
He Sang turned around and asked, "Is the tea bitter? I added a spoonful of tea leaves."
Liang Chihui treated her with noticeably colder eyes. "I brewed it myself."
"And the ring?"
He took another sip and said, "I threw it in the backyard."
He Sang went out in the rain, and Liang Chihui stood up suddenly, "Come back!"
Raindrops splashed on the glass door, leaving transparent water marks. She picked up the diamond ring in the corner, collected the brush, ink, paper and inkstone on the stone table, and returned in a flash, "Your writing is not wet--"
He Sang was lying on the coffee table, his face extremely gloomy, even darker than the pouring rain outside the window.
"Did I do it wrong again?"
"You've never done anything right." Liang Chihui walked over. It was a stormy day, and there were many trees in the backyard. She was busy picking up things and had no time to hold an umbrella. Drops of water flowed down her face.
He rubbed her with great force, twisting her features and pouting her lips. "My front teeth..."
The man stopped.
She felt wronged. "Your hands are too hard. My teeth hurt."
“No matter how hard my hands are, are they as hard as your heart?”
He Sang froze.
The atmosphere froze, but Liang Chihui suddenly became gentle and gently stroked her upper lip, "Does it hurt?"
She didn't move.
"Sometimes, I hate you for acting in front of me. It would be better if your joy, anger, laughter and tears were more real."
As he gradually exerted force, He Sang raised his head.
"But sometimes, I hope you'll act for me. A person's life is spent performing one good play. As long as the other actor is happy to play opposite her, accepting her false feelings and backstabbing, what's the harm in playing it to the end?"
Liang Chihui caressed her quietly for a long time before letting go and walking upstairs.
He Sang let out a long sigh until the sound of the study door closing was heard.
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Yesterday's heavy rain caused water to accumulate in the city. Fortunately, the racecourse was built on a high hillside, and more than a dozen workers cleared the silt and weeds early in the morning. It is basically clear now.
Mrs. Lin's three tickets were behind the referee's area in the inner court, offering the best viewing spot. He Sang stood in the middle, Liang Chihui to the left. Mrs. Lin held her right arm as they shared a piece of mousse cake. "Mr. Lin also likes to watch the Marseille, but he's busy; he's on a business trip in Hong Kong."
This small horse race is an amateur competition in the private circle. It only compares breed, coat color, and speed, not skills. It is funded by second-generation young men and business tycoons to entertain women. The prize pool has raised 10 million yuan in prize money, and the top three will be divided 5:3:2.
Hebei Province holds one event in the first quarter, while professional horse racing is held once a year.
No. 1 is the Arabian horse of the Guomao boss, wearing a golden saddle, the standard equipment of the champion of the previous quarter.
Knight No. 2 holding the "Zhang Chengye" sign entered the venue leading a black quarter horse. Unfortunately, it was a cloudy day. If the sun was shining, the black horse would be the most beautiful.
Mrs. Lin nibbled at her cake and glanced at Zhang Chengye, who was standing nearby. He was wearing a light yellow floral shirt, cropped jeans, and casual white leather shoes. His bum looks didn't match his attire. "Zhang Chengye boasts about being popular with the opposite sex, but it's a complete joke. He's stupid, rich, and a spendthrift. Even a fool would know how to withdraw from a free ATM! Women appear to like him, but in reality, he disgusts them. What women really like is a man like the Liang family's son. Once married, he settles down, is loyal, considerate, and down-to-earth. It's so secure."
He Sang tilted his head and looked at Liang Chihui.
Today he was also wearing white trousers, white sneakers, and a light blue cotton shirt. He had a clear and gentle temperament, and did not look as mature and sophisticated as he did in the company. He looked a lot younger.
A man's wisdom and grace are a genetic lottery gift from God.
The men of the Liang family are all famous in Hebei Province for their good physique and talent.
"Oh no—the reddish-brown thoroughbred horse number 3 belongs to the Third Young Master!" Mrs. Lin slapped her forehead. "I misremembered. The Third Young Master isn't a Ferghana horse."
He Sang didn't expect that Liang Jishen would actually participate in the competition. The knight who appeared was a horse trainer from the western suburbs. She remembered him as the horse trainer who had taught her horse riding skills.
"The third brother also has a Ferghana horse, which he keeps in the western suburbs." He Sang stood on tiptoe and looked around the stable. "What breed is Chi Hui?"
The bodyguard said, "It's a thoroughbred."
"Quick?"
"The Second Young Master's thoroughbred horse is the fastest of all breeds and has been selected for professional horse racing."
He Sang was very interested. "Which place?"
"runner up."
Mrs. Lin was surprised, "What about the champion?"
"It's from a boss in southern Fujian. He bred a purebred and a Ferghana-blood horse. It has the grace of a Red Hare, one of a kind in the world. The Second Young Master wanted to buy it at a high price, but the boss refused to sell it."
He Sang nudged Liang Chihui with his elbow. He was discussing stocks with the man on his left. Noticing her movements, he leaned down slightly and asked, "What's going on?"
"What's your horse's name?"
"Marshal Tianpeng."
She was stunned, "Zhu Bajie?"
Liang Chihui suddenly laughed, "Tian Peng is Tian Peng, and Zhu Bajie is a myth, they are different."
He Sangsuo surveyed the area and asked, "Where is it?"
"Number 6, pure black."
His horse is smaller than Zhang Chengye's, with long and thick hind legs, a short neck, and big eyes like a donkey, which is very unique.
He Sang waved his hand, "What's number 2 called?"
The staff checked the list and said, "Number 2 is Emperor Father."
She pointed to track number 4, "Where's that horse."
"Call me Empress Dowager."
He Sang chuckled, "He and the Emperor are a perfect match."
"What kind of couple are they?" Mrs. Lin scoffed. "Horse No. 4's owner is the second daughter of the Xinli Group, and Zhang Chengye is pursuing her. First there was the Empress Dowager, then there was the Emperor. Zhang Chengye is the most cunning. He fabricated rumors to mislead the outside world into thinking that the second daughter has a partner, and that partner is him."
"Referee! Change the name of Liang Chihui's horse!" He Sang shouted excitedly, "Call him Taishang Huang."
The referee registered the new name and told the staff, "Change the wooden sign."
"Emperor Retired! Emperor Retired!" He Sang and Mrs. Lin waved their flags. Zhang Chengye heard them and turned his head to roar, "Whose horse is called the fucking Emperor Retired? Taking advantage of me?"
He Sang ignored him. Zhang Chengye pushed aside the women around him and said, "Oh, it's He the Great Actor! I went to support you that day and gave you a hundred thousand yuan, and you haven't thanked me yet."
The women laughed.
A powerful dragon can't defeat a local snake. Mr. Lin is a wealthy first-generation tyrant in the financial world, and his family's influence is inferior to that of the Zhang family. Mrs. Lin dared not join in the discussion. He Sang glanced at Zhang Chengye slowly, "When did Mr. Zhang go to show his support?"
Zhang Chengye licked his back teeth in a sly manner, "Last month."
"Last month..." She was shocked. "A hundred thousand reward is for me?"
He looked disdainful and said, "You are the main pillar. Others are not worth 100,000. Of course I support you."
Zhang Chengye had a loud voice and was mean, and the audience in the inner area laughed secretly.
There are many wealthy businessmen who dislike Liang Chihui, and there are also many wealthy wives who dislike He Sang's sudden rise to power and becoming the center of the rich family. They are respectful and do not want to offend him. If there are people who stir up trouble, they are happy to watch the fun.
"I'm deeply touched by Mr. Zhang's support, but I haven't performed on stage since April. As far as I know, there's no actress with the same name as me in any of the theaters in Hebei Province. So, did Mr. Zhang spend his 100,000 yuan reward on Miss Lily's bed?"
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