Chapter 397 Going Crazy
Liang Jishen took the phone and waited for Mrs. Wang to speak.
Mrs. Wang knew that he was always cautious. He would be very arrogant and keep his composure when dealing with colleagues with unclear intentions or business competitors.
"Mr. Liang, sorry to bother you. I have some breaking news that I'm sure will be very happy for you."
Liang Jishen flipped through the documents with his other hand, appearing impatient. "I don't like to be mysterious."
"Second Young Master accompanied Miss He to the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department of the General Hospital for a blood test. Lao Wang's high school classmate works in the Urology Department and happened to be on duty. I asked him to inquire and found out that Miss He was indeed pregnant."
Liang Jishen's mind exploded, and the boiling flames quickly devoured his sanity. He felt like he was on an isolated island, forgetting his identity, time, city, and even who he was.
Black and white, the desert, everything was dimmed and voiceless.
After a long time, he woke up from his trance and stood up suddenly.
My knee banged against the edge of the conference table, sending tea splattering from the cup. The department head, who was giving his performance report, jumped in shock. "Vice President Liang... I'll fix it right away. I'll fix it overnight!"
Liang Jishen knew that this was a public enterprise and his subordinates were public officials, so he would not be allowed to come and go as he pleased. He pinched the corner of the table hard, his body trembling violently, and forced himself to calm down.
The meeting lasted for forty-five minutes.
At eight o'clock, a Hongqi L5 drove out of the China Overseas Group headquarters building, and the national flag fluttered solemnly on the gray-white roof.
Liang Jishen sped along with the car window open. The strong wind, carrying the earthy smell after the rain, blew in waves in his heart, hot and fresh. He had never felt so clearly the impact and tearing apart inch by inch.
He actually didn't have any expectations anymore.
The doctor told him that the chances of natural pregnancy were slim, and Chinese medicine treatment was only auxiliary. He had to rely on high-tech means to get pregnant, but it would be very painful.
He Sang is most afraid of suffering in the hospital.
She was pitifully timid, and her skin was delicate. It would bruise if touched and the bruises were slow to heal. The suffering she endured was worse than suffering Liang Jishen himself, and it made him feel uncomfortable.
Liang Jishen never had that thought.
I never thought this day would come.
Passing through the busy North-South Street, the traffic lights were flashing, reflecting in his eyes, deep, bright, and rich.
......
He Sang sat in the clinic, his nervous breathing stopping.
Sometimes she had tinnitus, sometimes she felt dizzy, and Liang Chihui's face blurred into a large white mist in her sight.
A cold, terrifying poisonous miasma.
"Congratulations." The doctor congratulated him and reminded him of the precautions to take during early pregnancy.
Liang Chihui looked calm and took notes seriously, "Hawthorn, longan, and persimmon are forbidden, right?"
"A small amount of side dishes goes with tea, but it's best not to eat them."
He recalled, "You've eaten hawthorn these days."
The man's breath was too close, and the hot breath poured into her ears, and she froze.
She knew very well that Liang Chihui hated this child that did not belong to him, or perhaps he had some ulterior motive and "welcomed" this child.
He Sang was flustered.
"Don't eat hawthorns, eat strawberries and peaches instead."
The doctor wrote me a prescription and asked, "Have you taken folic acid supplements during pregnancy preparation?"
Liang Chihui shared the test report, "No."
"You're so careless! This is common sense when preparing for pregnancy." The doctor complained to Liang Chihui, "Have you quit smoking and drinking?"
He controlled his emotions and didn't answer.
"I've quit drinking..." He Sang whispered, "I smoke occasionally."
Liang Jishen was preparing for pregnancy in March and April, and he was indeed careful about his eating habits and reduced his smoking and drinking significantly.
"I work a lot of overtime and don't sleep well..."
Liang Chihui loosened the top button of his shirt, his expression particularly deep and uncomfortable.
When I came out of the hospital, it was completely dark. The rain in the streets was evaporating, and the night was filled with endless humidity. The neon lights looked like colorful little water droplets. Liang Chihui walked in front with a gloomy and cold face.
"Chi Hui."
He didn't respond.
"Chi Hui!" He Sang raised his voice.
The man stopped and turned around.
"What are your plans?" she mustered up her courage.
Liang Chihui looked at her. She was against the light, and her slender shadow was across his chest, like a sickle, cutting his heart.
"And you."
He Sang did not answer whether he wanted it or not, and his final decision left no room for maneuver.
The compromise answer is to give each other space, transition, and adapt.
"I'll think about it."
Liang Chihui looked at her for a long time and said, "Okay, I won't force you to make a decision."
At the opposite intersection, a large black car was lurking.
The man in the driver's seat had dark, bottomless eyes.
The car started and slid towards the hospital entrance for a while, then turned off again, perhaps because of some concerns.
Struggling to start again.
Repeat several times.
It was completely quiet.
The car window slowly rose, and the lines on the man's profile were tense, and the veins in his arms were like little purple snakes, protruding and expanding freely.
Liang Jishen was going crazy.
But Liang Chihui was really crazy.
A gentle, refined and well-mannered madman, once he goes crazy, will be more callous and reckless than a violent madman.
The dogs that bite most viciously are often the dogs that don't bark.
Bite it off in one bite.
He Sang is now a member of the second wife's family. Liang Chihui is holding her tightly and won't let go. If he rashly tries to snatch her away or make a scene, the consequences will be uncontrollable.
She can't stand the slightest bit of surprise.
Liang Jishen's right hand was shaking involuntarily, and it took him a long time to light the cigarette.
He leaned back, puffing out smoke in big gulps. Every joint in his body was crushed at this moment, shattered deep into his bone marrow.
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