Chapter 415 If Time Stands Still on This Night
"Really?" The freighter was pitching in the waves, the deck heaving. Liang Chihui, holding the mast, pressed his hand against her waist to prevent her from slipping. "Have you made contact?"
He Sang sank weakly into his arms and said, "The waiter went in afterwards. I didn't call."
"Why."
"I don't want you to misunderstand."
The sea breeze blew her hair and swept across Liang Chihui's chin. He felt itchy and his heart softened.
"You contact your family, I won't misunderstand." He lowered his eyes. There was no moon tonight, and dark clouds were rolling over the sea. It seemed as if only he and she were left between heaven and earth.
She was so clear and alive, falling into his chest, clinging to him, even as she stabbed him in the back.
"I've never been to this city." She looked helpless and innocent. "Are you used to the food?"
Liang Chihui didn't expect that she was worried about food and drink, so he laughed and said, "Maybe she can't get used to it."
She raised her face and asked, "What to do?"
"Hire an auntie, or I'll cook."
"Can you cook?"
"I remember telling you." Liang Chihui stretched out the hem of his shirt and tucked it into the edge of his trousers. "I know the basics."
He Sang indeed forgot.
She only remembered that Liang Jishen could cook, just two or three simple dishes. Once, when He Sang had a fever and diarrhea, he made porridge, steamed fish, and stir-fried asparagus and mushrooms. The dishes were just the right amount of freshness, fragrance, and flavor. However, Liang Jishen seldom cooked. Firstly, he was busy with work, and secondly, he had a nanny and a chef, so it was not his turn to work in the kitchen.
Sister Fang mentioned that Liang Jing could also cook, pan-frying steak, smoking fish, and making clam chowder. He was more adept at Western dishes, having been stationed abroad for years and adapting to local customs. Actually, the embassy had a Chinese chef, hired from Chinatown, and the food was probably a modified version, not authentic. Sister Fang's mention of this made her eyebrows light up. She said the eldest son loved her crab roe dumplings. He was 5'8", but after more than a decade overseas, he had slimmed down from a sturdy 149 lbs to a frail 136 lbs. The weight loss had made his features appear more refined.
The lighthouse in the middle of the sea flickered, and across from it, a corner of the provincial port was faintly visible. The wind blew for a while, then stopped for a while. When it blew, He Sang's long hair caught on Liang Chihui's collar. He was completely unaware and leaned over to grab the fishing net, hurting her.
"Surrounded..."
Liang Chihui clenched the button and gently pulled her hair apart with his other hand.
"What are you doing with the fishing net?" He Sang tilted his head, accommodating his actions.
"Pearl fishing."
She was curious, "Can I get it?"
Liang Chihui looked confident and said, "Give it a try."
He Sang waited for him to cast his net, the pole paddling back and forth along the bottom of the boat. The captain, having taken a shower at the stern, passed by with a bucket of water. "Second Master, did you drop something in the sea?"
He was calm and composed, "Pearl fishing."
"How can there be pearls in this kind of waters?" the captain exclaimed in astonishment. "You're more likely to find them on the beach than to catch them."
Liang Chihui ignored him and continued to push the pole downwards. After a while, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Got it."
The captain was incredulous, "Did you catch pearls?"
"None of your business." He dropped his smile and said, "Go back to the cabin."
The captain suddenly realized that he was trying to tease his wife, and left with the bucket.
He Sang moved closer and stared at the net bag.
She didn't believe there were pearls in this sea area. Pearls are hidden in pearl oysters. One hundred wild pearl oysters may not produce a single pearl. Liang Chihui was not an accurate detector, so how could he tell which pearl oyster held the pearl? But he was so confident that He Sang couldn't help but hesitate.
"Will there be?" She leaned over the mast.
He made a gesture to silence, threw the net bag away, and clenched his fist.
He Sang stretched out his hands to pry it open. He was very strong and the tendons of each finger bone were clearly visible. He tried for a long time but failed to pry it open.
"No." She gave up.
Liang Chi slowly opened his hand, and in his palm was a black pearl.
Under the ship's navigation lights, it emits a mysterious and holy dark blue halo.
He Sang pinched it and found it was a real pearl.
She looked at Liang Chihui's hands and the net bag, "Where are the pearl oysters?"
"Lost it."
"I didn't see you lose it."
"I lost it quickly." Liang Chihui said seriously.
He Sang fiddled with the pearls. "Where's the clam opener?"
"What?" He didn't understand.
"You bought this pearl," she said, putting it back into his hand.
Liang Chihui smiled helplessly, "It seems my deception skills are not perfect enough. I need to continue practicing." He tried the pearl on He Sang's earlobe. The gorgeous and elegant black pearl made her skin look as white as snow. "Make it into earrings. It will suit you."
"You love giving women jewelry so much. You've given me over 20 pieces, an average of one piece a week."
"I'm a businessman. I love money and don't waste it, so I don't like giving women expensive gifts." He placed the pearl in her palm again, "I like to give it to you."
Natural black disc clams are dozens of times more valuable than pearls from cultured clams. Among ten black pearls, only one is transparent and flawless. Liang Chihui's pearl is the most transparent of the transparent, and can be said to be one in a million.
"How much money do you have?"
He smiled but didn't answer.
"Tens of billions?"
Liang Chihui dragged the fishing net and returned the items to their original place, "It's worth it, but not in cash."
At first, He Sang heard the whistling of endless wind, and gradually the sound of a man's breathing became his.
Long and magnetic.
She felt a heat on her back as she felt him lean over and hold her in the most intimate position.
"You cheated on me again, so I cheated on you again. It's fair."
Deceiving again.
He Sang couldn't help but shudder, "I didn't—"
Liang Chihui put his index finger on her lips, refusing her to explain. In the dark night, he spoke in a faint voice, "Are you really contacting your family? You've already entered the number, and there's a trace in the communication records."
He held He Sang tenderly, leaning close to her ear and whispering each word clearly, "It starts with 137 and ends with 0918. That's the third brother's phone number, right?"
He Sang's pupils dilated.
Liang Chihui didn't seem annoyed at all, and he wasn't even interested in dwelling on it. "Do you know what I'm longing for at this moment?"
An electric current flowed through her limbs, causing her to become numb and stare blankly at the overlapping shadows on the deck.
"If time stood still on this ship, this night would also be beautiful."
He Sang had never been so frightened.
Although Liang Chihui was still gentle, she felt that he had become extremely cold and cruel. Everything about him was quietly decaying. He had no mask anymore. He was naked and real.
"Are you willing?" Liang Chihui kissed her forehead.
Her throat was hoarse, "Chi Hui..."
The man's face was pressed against her hair. The port was getting closer and closer. After a huge collision, it docked in the drizzle.
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