Chapter 40 This is the last time
He Sang shook him off again, "That day will come. You can't stay single forever."
"Looking for trouble, huh?"
The little girl is delicate and spoiled, and he is willing to spoil her. Any small quarrel is acceptable, but it is not acceptable if she makes a big quarrel.
Liang Jishen's shadow was getting closer and closer, and her back was getting stiffer and stiffer.
The man grabbed her arm and asked, "Don't you regret it?"
She lowered her head and said, "No regrets."
He Sang didn't look at him, but she could feel that he was angry. He pinched her with great force, making her skin red.
"Do you really have to fight her to win?"
"I don't care about winning or losing. We shouldn't have wars. Love is exclusive and one-on-one." He Sang exhaled deeply, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness. "If you like her, choose her. If you like me, choose me. Relationships cannot coexist. Only one stays and the other leaves."
When the man heard this, he completely let go.
She turned around.
Cheng Xun honked his horn tentatively, "Mr. Liang, do you want to give chase?"
The man was silent for a moment, then put on his coat and asked, "Why are you chasing her?"
"It's so cold..."
His expression was dark, even darker than the night. "You deserve it."
Liang Jishen opened the door, sat down, locked it, and said in one breath, "Go back."
The car stopped at the intersection, and under the traffic light, He Sang was hailing a taxi. Occasionally, a taxi with passengers passed by. She withdrew her hand and blew air on her lips to warm them.
Under the red light, her pupils were like autumn water, full and bright without any aggression. When the green light came on, she looked particularly beautiful and aloof.
A woman of countless faces and countless colors.
A soft knife is infuriating.
The man was playing with his cell phone with an unsettled look on his face, his eyes moving towards the lighthouse.
Cheng Xun deliberately slowed down nearby, circling back and forth, but he didn't wait for him to stop. Instead, he noticed the secret and asked, "Are you too rich in gas?"
Cheng Xun had no choice but to turn around and drive away.
In fact, He Sang also saw his car passing by, the flamboyant Hongqi L5. Even with all the cars on the street, there were no more than five of them.
But even though she saw it, the car didn't belong to her, and the person didn't belong to her either.
She remembered that one time, she accompanied Liang Jishen on a business trip to Binhai. They were in a spa that operated on a private client basis and required introductions and registration from old clients, otherwise they would not be able to enter the first door.
When Liang Jishen went in, he happened to meet an acquaintance and forgot her at the door. The security guard tried to stop her, not believing that she was a VIP. It was pouring rain outside, and there was a lot of extravagance inside. He was so close, yet so far away from her.
That feeling was like a blow to her head.
Two worlds, two futures.
Liang Jishen's life is something that He Sang can never have equally.
This reality hurt her heart.
......
Liang Jishen made a surprise trip back to the old house.
Ji Xilan sat alone in the restaurant watching TV. He took off his coat and handed it to the nanny. "You look quite relaxed."
"Is my anxiety of any use? Are you up to the task?" Ji Xilan turned off the remote control. "Liang Chihui is always courting your father, and your father says he's a filial son. Maybe one day Yao Wenji will ascend to the throne again, and I'll be disgraced and dismissed. It's my fault for not having a good son."
"You don't have to worry about Yao Wenji." The man sat down opposite. "You are so virtuous, no woman can compare to you."
"Women act virtuous for men. Yao Wenji is certainly not as good as me in terms of tactics. I act realistically."
"Can I act like this forever?"
Ji Xilan scoffed disdainfully, "I've endured most of my life, and am I exposed?"
"You act, I won't interfere." Liang Jishen's anger was obvious. "Don't keep challenging my bottom line."
"Your bottom line is the Liang family's wealth!" Ji Xilan was even more furious than him, "The rest is dispensable."
"You helped your father find a woman who looked like Weng Qiong. Who did you choose? Did you ask for my opinion? As the wife of the dignified Liang family, would you be ashamed if this got out?"
"How dare you!" Ji Xilan smashed the ceramic bowl hard, and one of the pieces hit the corner of the table and splashed onto Liang Jishen's chin, leaving a trace of blood in an instant.
She was caught off guard and froze for a second before continuing loudly, "Are you here to accuse me?"
"Let me remind you." He wiped the blood off with one hand and stood there. "This is the last time. If it happens again, don't blame me for being unfilial."
Ji Xilan stared at him, "You threaten me."
"I hate that you're plotting against me. You don't care about face, but I do."
After parting ways with Liang Jishen on bad terms, Ji Xilan took a glass of milk to the study.
There was calming incense burning in the room. Liang Yanzhang was resting against the back of a chair, his brows furrowed, troubled by his worries.
"Yan Zhang, the third brother just left." Ji Xilan put down the milk and told the truth, "I beat him."
Liang Yanzhang straightened up immediately, "Did you have a fight?"
"You usually love him more than your second child, but he is too ignorant."
"Is it because of He Sang?" Liang Yanzhang straightened his chair. "Is the Third Brother unhappy with me going to the theater?"
Perhaps it was difficult to speak, so he retreated. "I miss Weng Qiong, and He Sang is like her. I'm old now, and the third brother shouldn't misunderstand me. The relationship between you mother and son is unbreakable."
Ji Xilan smiled and said, "Your feelings towards Xiao He are the same as mine. At worst, you can just acknowledge her as your goddaughter."
Liang Yanzhang pondered in silence.
Goddaughter.
He refused.
Ji Xilan hoped that his mind would be on He Sang. At least, He Sang was just a substitute for his memory of Weng Qiong and would not cause any trouble. Yao Wenjie actually had an excellent son and the status of his ex-wife, so the risk factor was too high.
"Yan Zhang, don't worry. Their relationship is over. I've been sending people to monitor Nanhai Bay. The third brother is keeping a vixen named Song and her mother. Xiao He is kind-hearted, but he's no match for Song. He will be defeated sooner or later."
Liang Yanzhang disagreed with her approach. "The third child is already so old, how can you monitor him?"
The small wheel of the lighter made a clicking sound. He liked to use plastic lighters, which were light and airy, although they did not suit his status. "That's all—for a little girl, it's not worth it for father and son to be at odds."
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