Chapter 4 How he teaches, how she does
In the ward, Liang Jishen was reviewing documents.
He had lost a lot of weight, almost sickly thin. The slanting sunset shone on his face, and he, who was usually cold and aloof, was rarely warmer than the sun.
After a long while, the man was tired and rubbed his brows, "Cheng Xun."
"Secretary Cheng didn't come up."
Liang Jishen paused, slightly moving his hand away, their eyes met, hitting He Sang's most private corner. She walked over and said, "I just met Secretary Cheng, and he said you were in the hospital."
His throat was a little hoarse, "It's nothing serious."
The closer we got, the stronger the smell of cigarette smoke from the hospital gowns became.
Liang Jishen was a heavy smoker. When he was busy with official duties, he would smoke a pack and a half a day.
He Sang always made loquat and snow pear water for him. He didn't like sweet things and rarely drank it. She would kiss him and kiss him with her tongue little by little, but he never lost his temper.
This sweet indulgence gave her the illusion that she was deeply loved by him.
"I'm going to Malaysia for a tour at the end of the year." He Sang sat down on the edge of the bed.
Liang Jishen rubbed his brows harder and harder, "You just did this."
"For which one?"
Half of his face was sunken in the mottled shadows. "I came here for the passport."
He Sang looked at the purple bruises on his blood vessels and said in a barely audible voice, "Let's see how you are too."
Liang Jishen remained silent. A few strands of hair were wrapped around her delicate neck like white jade. There were small milky white hairs in her cochlea, which were short and thin. Perhaps because the ward was too hot, the base of her ear was also stained pink.
He Sang supported himself on the edge of the bed and moved back, "Have you taken your medicine?"
His voice became even hoarse. "In the drawer."
She carefully read the instructions for each box of capsules and tablets, dividing the dosage into several portions. "The painkillers contain diazepam, which is addictive."
She knew a little about taking care of Liang Jishen. Originally, Xin Xin and Cheng Xun were his personal assistants. Since He Sang came into being, Liang Jishen changed Xin Xin's position and sent her to the public relations department to accompany clients for drinks and singing. Seeing that she had "fallen out of favor", Xin Xin could no longer sit still.
He Sang handed him the cup of water. He took it without looking up. "Do you regret it?"
She was stunned.
The man's palm was dry and warm. He placed it on the back of her hand and repeated in a low voice, "Do you regret following me?"
She didn't want to answer, but the ambiguous and mysterious atmosphere forced her to answer, "No regrets."
Liang Jishen tightened his grip and raised his head.
The shallow scar on the right side of her forehead was sutured with white thread for three or four centimeters, and the new tender flesh broke through the skin. He frowned, "Are you hurt?"
He Sang pulled his hair down to cover it up, "I hit the door frame."
"Come here."
She leaned down slightly.
Liang Jishen ordered, "Come closer."
He Sang bent down and stroked with his fingers, "Where did you knock it?"
"theater."
"Did you knock it yourself?"
She hesitated for a second and nodded.
Liang Jishen brushed aside the hair and saw that it was obviously not a collision injury, but a scratch from a sharp object.
"Who hit me?"
"The door panel is cracked." He Sang turned his head away and said, "I didn't notice it myself."
She has always been content, never relying on him to show off, and rarely letting him show up. This is the thing he least worries about her.
If they were like this when they were together, they naturally didn't want to make a big deal out of it after they separated, and were isolated by everyone in the theater.
While Liang Jishen was stroking her wound, he noticed a woman standing outside the door. He immediately let go and asked, "Why are you here?"
The woman remained motionless, her eyes fixed on He Sang's face, a smile barely visible on the surface. "Miss He is here to visit Ji Shen too?"
He Sang straightened his back inconspicuously, his sharp nails digging into his flesh, causing a piercing pain.
Song He.
This name lingers between her and Liang Jishen.
The first time she heard about Song He was from Zhang Chengye, the eldest son of the Zhang family. The Zhang family and the Liang family were sworn enemies, both in business and in love. Old Master Zhang had an affair with Liang Yanzhang's second wife, Yao Wenjie, and the whole thing was well documented. Since then, they had a feud. Whenever one family had a scandal, the other would give bonuses to all employees of the company to celebrate.
At that time, Ji Xilan disagreed, and Song He was ruthless enough to commit suicide by cutting her wrists in front of Liang Jishen. In the eyes of the outside world, the son of a powerful and wealthy man and the beautiful woman, one paying for youth and the other looking for a long-term meal ticket, did not have much sincerity. Song He really shocked him.
Although he did not have a good end, for the next four or five years, Liang Jishen seemed to be competing with the Liang family, living a pure and simple life and never getting involved in any emotional affairs again.
"I'm here to get some medicine." He Sang stood up, "and visit you."
Song He stepped forward, acting like a hostess. "Thank you for your hard work, Miss He." She then looked at the man on the bed and said, "Ji Shen, Miss He is more attentive than the nurses in the hospital. I feel at ease knowing she's taking care of you."
After all, He Sang had a legitimate relationship with Liang Jishen, and being ordered around as a caregiver was completely humiliating.
Song He is a beautiful woman, but she is also aggressive and has a vicious hypocrisy that only a woman can see through.
"I'm not as attentive as Miss Song. I have work, and you have more free time, which is perfect for me."
Just as He Sang was about to leave, Song He suddenly changed the subject, "I've seen Miss He's play. I've also been to the hotel where you and Zhou Chen checked into the couple's room. The waterbed and the toys in the couple's room were really exciting."
Liang Jishen stared at the signature in the lower right corner of the document, as if he was listening, but also as if he was indifferent.
Zhou Chen was He Sang's partner in acting class. After graduation, they were assigned to different cities. He asked his teacher to transfer him to the provincial theater where she worked. His classmates joked that they were inseparable. He Sang clarified the matter, but the rumor still spread widely.
During that out-of-town tour, the lines were changed at the last minute. He Sang and Zhou Chen were rehearsing the script in the hotel. The cleaning car scratched her skirt. After changing her skirt and leaving the room, she happened to bump into Liang Jishen.
Although he believed in the explanation, it was still a knot in his heart.
Liang Jishen possesses a woman and requires her to be pure in both body and soul. Even if the woman has a wet dream, she can only dream of him.
Song He brought up the past on purpose to disgust him.
He Sang didn't respond and walked outside.
Liang Jishen closed the document and spoke slowly, "Is it true or false about him?"
"They've known each other for years, so it's normal for them to fall in love." Song He smiled. "Auntie already knows I'm back. Miss He is no longer useful. She'll get married and have children sooner or later. Is she going to protect me from disasters for the rest of her life? You're too hard-hearted."
He Sang tried his best to remain calm, but he couldn't.
Every word was like cutting into her heart, strangling her and making it hard to breathe.
She knew how important Song He was to Liang Jishen, but she didn't expect that this year's companionship and true love had not moved him at all.
Ji Xilan was cruel and ruthless, but he did not hesitate to push her into the whirlpool.
"You have to compensate Miss He." Song He leaned against the man and complained coquettishly, "Don't let her suffer. I'm a woman, so of course I speak up for women."
"It's true." He Sang took a deep breath, "We are interested in each other."
Liang Jishen, who had remained silent the entire time, raised his eyelids, his expression unclear, "To what extent?"
She was numb from head to toe, "All that's left is to confirm the relationship."
Song He peeled the orange silently. The sour fruit aroma made the man a little unhappy. He unbuttoned his shirt and said, "Let Cheng Xun take you there."
"I'm driving." He Sang left in a hurry, not wanting to stay here for another minute.
Before, Li Zhen asked her, don’t you have the ability to fight?
But the fight between the two women has nothing to do with their abilities; winning or losing all depends on the man's thoughts.
Whoever a man loves more deeply wins.
When He Sang pressed the elevator button, Song He called her from behind.
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