Chapter 45 Am I Dead?
He Sang stopped there.
The man was neither anxious nor impatient. He held the cigarette between his legs and suppressed his emotions.
What a tattered dress! It's so tight that it's deformed my bones.
Which of the pieces he bought for her wasn't a limited edition piece that fit her perfectly? She left Jinyue Mansion without a single piece, and going to such a shabby place, she had to wear a regular piece that was a size smaller.
Liang Ji took a deep puff of his cigarette and continued to suppress his temper.
Cheng Xun walked in without knocking. "Zeng Mingwei went to Thailand to import rubber raw materials. The negotiations are almost done."
“How much can I earn?”
"The first half of the year is expected to generate tens of millions of yuan. The second half of the year is the furniture season, and latex mattresses and rubber products are hot. Net profit could double. Zeng Mingwei has been on the decline in recent years, and this is his chance to make a comeback."
Liang Jishen dusted off his cigarette ashes. "The overseas project hasn't been reported to the provincial government, and the huge amount of money came from unknown sources. That's why we're arresting him."
He Sang's expression changed, "Liang Jishen!"
The man didn't even look at her. "Tell Zeng Mingwei the reason. He's been making money everywhere and can't control his woman. This is a lesson."
Cheng Xun didn't dare to breathe, "I'll do it right away."
He Sang stopped him in a hurry, and almost fell down with such force, "Why are you interfering in Li Zhen's husband's business?"
Cheng Xun supported her and said, "You'll have to ask Mrs. Zeng about this."
He Sang looked at Liang Jishen. "I apologized that day, but you insisted on holding on to it? You didn't pursue Song He's misdeeds, and Li Zhen stood up for me, yet you actually brutally attacked her husband. If President Zeng knew she'd offended you, she'd divorce her to protect herself! Li Zhen is five months pregnant, aren't you driving her crazy?"
The man frowned and turned the men's ring on his middle finger.
Cheng Xun explained, "This interference in Zeng Mingwei's business has nothing to do with Miss Song."
"Are you partial to her too?"
Cheng Xun was speechless. It was wrong to reason with a woman. A woman would not listen to reason when she was too angry.
He retreated silently.
The only sound in the room was Liang Jishen's breathing, which was clear and oppressive.
"Do you think I'm holding a grudge against a woman?"
He pinched the cigarette butt with his fingertips and put it out. Liang Jishen had this problem. Without an ashtray, he would use his fingers to pinch it. His index finger and thumb were covered with thick calluses.
"Take off your clothes."
He Sang stared at him, like a little wild animal trapped in a cage for too long, and laughed at him. "If you don't want me to interfere, then take it off."
She pursed her lips and said, "Just take it off."
Liang Jishen laughed again, "You're capable of competing with me, but you'll suffer when competing with Li He."
In fact, even if she stabbed Li He, he would have protected her with him. Li He relied on the tyranny of Hu Dafa and his wife, who had always been lawless and domineering, and many girls had suffered, but it was none of his business, so he didn't bother to intervene.
But since Li He was involved with her, he couldn't just stand by and watch.
He Sang walked up to the man and exposed himself without hiding anything.
Liang Jishen laughed for the third time, "What do you mean?"
She turned her face away and said, "I'm done."
"Turn around."
He Sang turned to him.
He threw out a cloth bag, which contained a sleeveless corset dress, satin leather, cotton lining, and a mink fur blouse.
The style is also suitable for dinner parties. He Sang has allergies, and this dress is skin-friendly and soft.
"Put it on."
Liang Jishen lowered his eyes and no longer looked at her directly.
He knew that she was shy and liked to do it with the lights off or in extremely dim light. Most women are shy, while most men are unrestrained.
She put it on quickly, and the man looked up without saying a word.
He Sang walked over. Outside the window, there was a plum tree in full bloom with large clusters of plum blossoms. Young men and young women, neon lights and shadows, were extremely ambiguous in the night.
It also looks very much like her and Liang Jishen entangled in the window.
He Sang sat on his lap and shakily unbuttoned his clothes.
"Unwillingly?"
She untied one pill and then the next, "I'm willing."
After unbuttoning the last button, Liang Jishen held her hand and asked, "Am I dead?"
"Long live you."
The man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pinched her chin again, "You are so good at making me angry, how can I live long?"
He exerted force on his wrist, and He Sang tossed and turned in his palm. He held her waist with his arm, pinning her against the glass, forcing her to see her own face clearly. "Laughing is uglier than crying."
The window was ajar, dripping wetly with raindrops. Liang Jishen pressed down from behind, and she felt like she had escaped from a tiger's mouth and entered a wolf's den, a furnace behind her and an ice cellar in front of her, trying to survive in between. The platinum buckle on his sleeve caught the end of He Sang's hair, ripping and pulling, and she cried out in pain, her whole face pressed against his jaw.
"Didn't expect me to come tonight?"
Liang Jishen also faced the glass, their faces overlapped in half, his half hiding behind her head, his pair of deep eyes sucking her in and tempting her.
"Li He hit you, why didn't you hit him back?"
He Sang held on to the windowsill with her hands. Whenever she felt weak and wanted to slide down, Liang Jishen would use his strong waist and abdomen to support her, and the cold belt buckle made her shudder.
She seemed to be suffocating, all the oxygen was squeezed out by him, she was confused and unconscious, "You said Song He is your woman..."
The man licked her earlobe, "Aren't you the same?"
This sentence stung He Sang, "We are broken."
His voice was nasal, "If it's broken, reconnect it."
She had never been able to outsmart Liang Jishen, no matter his skills, emotions, or strength. She was always messy and controlled by him, while he was at ease.
"The men you find are worse than the last."
He Sang felt wronged, "I didn't find Li He, it was Mrs. Hu."
"Did you find Zhou Chen?"
She said nothing.
Liang Jishen became even angrier. He bit the button on the back of He Sang's neck, which was a twisted button and not tied tightly. His teeth outlined the buttonhole the size of a corn kernel. The button peeled off and the skirt fell off. The thin skin exuded the luster of white jade.
He Sang couldn't tell whether he was biting the button or her. She felt a wet, winding line of water on her back, which went down inch by inch, around her waist, and then kissed back inch by inch. The man didn't move away from her for a second.
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