Chapter 46: Unsatisfied
Liang Jishen came out of the locker room in a neat and tidy manner. The male guests passing by smiled and chatted with him. He nodded from time to time. Although he was indifferent, he gave the other party enough respect.
In the lounge, Li Zhen and the group of ladies stopped playing poker and started playing mahjong. After He Sang entered, he sat down quietly.
"Among the four young masters of Hebei Province, only Liang Chihui is still unmarried." The wife on the right chatted, "My husband received an invitation from Zhou Kun. He is marrying Director Zhao's only daughter. His family background is not as good as the Zhou family, but Zhou Kun's reputation in the love field is notorious. Those with the same position as his father are unwilling to marry their daughters to him. He is one level lower, so he is still considered a good match."
"Zhou Kun was quite playful. He didn't settle down until he was thirty-four."
He Sang knew Zhou Kun, the man who was paired with Big Wave in the fencing field. He was a sunny and lively boy who didn't look like he was in his thirties at all.
It seems that it's not just women. Men can also stay young forever if they don't worry about money, take good care of themselves, and have a good attitude.
Li Zhen was so engrossed in playing cards that she drew three Dongfeng cards in a row. She slammed the table and cursed, "Who are those two?"
The wife mentioned the name, but He Sang didn't recognize it.
Another wife was curious, "Isn't there Deputy Secretary Liang?"
"He is nominally a descendant of an aristocratic family, and his influence has long surpassed Liang Yanzhang. He is a genuine nobleman. Wouldn't it be lowering his status to try to take the title of Fourth Young Master?"
Li Zhen tilted her head, "Is there Liang Chihui?"
"Yes." The wife took a sip of tea. "Liang Chihui used to be very romantic, had many girlfriends, and was also very handsome. That's why he was the first one selected in the selection of the Four Young Masters of Hebei Province ten years ago."
He Sang leaned closer to her and sniffed, but didn't smell any alcohol. "You haven't been drinking, have you?"
"Why should I drink alcohol when I'm pregnant?"
"Then you drive."
"Did you drink?" Li Zhen looked at her. "You don't look right."
"I'm a little tired."
Li Zhen was puzzled. "Are you tired of changing clothes? Liang Jishen has treated you like such a spoiled child."
They took turns to be the banker and played another round. Li Zhen lost all her money and everyone left.
The banquet hall on the second floor was in chaos. A video was scrolling on the huge LED screen. In the video, an old man in his sixties, wearing handcuffs and ankle shackles and a black blindfold, was kneeling on the bed. A Russian girl stood opposite him, waving a whip with her.
The scene is hot and has no bottom line.
Li Zhen recognized the old man, "It's Li Guangquan! Li He's father."
The wives were dumbfounded. They all knew that rich men had many quirks and were tired of eating delicacies from land and sea. They wanted to try something new and eat some wild game, but Li Guangquan was too eye-catching.
He turned out to be a masochist.
The most popular player on the Internet nowadays, a veteran player who takes pleasure from pain.
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the organizers hurriedly found Liang Jishen and asked for a solution.
He dismissed it lightly, "No plan, just turn off the screen."
The LED screen went black instantly, but the commotion continued and the dinner ended in farce.
Li Zhen wondered if something was amiss. She spotted He Sang's cardigan on the elevator wall. It was an Italian brand, handmade, and each piece was unique, so it was rare to see someone wearing the same thing. She'd also ordered a spring dress earlier in the year, but she hadn't been in line. They only accepted a hundred clients in the first quarter, and the more established the client, the sooner they got the goods. Calculating the dates, He Sang's dress was one of the top ten.
There are several noble ladies in Beijing who are die-hard fans of this brand. They are said to have placed orders, but they received the new models just after the Spring Festival. Except for Liang Jishen, no one else has this privilege.
"Old love rekindled?"
He Sang shook his head.
"I asked my uncle, and Song He's windbreaker is Chanel." Li Zhen winked meaningfully, "She's not on the same level as you. You're so good at seducing men."
In fact, He Sang didn't care about these things. She could feel that Liang Jishen's desire for her was greater than his love for her. She didn't know what he felt for Miss Song.
When they walked out of the hotel lobby, it was snowing heavily outside and the streets were covered in white. Liang Jishen stood on the steps, three or four meters away from them.
He held a pair of sheepskin gloves tucked under his arm, the cuffs of which were branded with the China Overseas Group logo and a national emblem.
He was tall and slender, handsome and graceful, with his coat collar spread out neatly. His features seemed to make him look more mature and stylish.
He Sang felt inexplicably bitter. Everyone saw that he was in great power, but only she saw that Liang Jishen was thinner than last year.
The doctor told him not to get headaches all the time, as every time it happened, he would have to undergo surgery. But he chose to take over Zhonghai, and I'm afraid the headaches will recur more and more often.
Song He doesn't know how to take care of others. When she was with Liang Jishen, he didn't have this problem.
"Mrs. Zeng, did you hear that?" the lady who was playing cards with Li Zhen asked mysteriously, "There's some noise in the dressing room."
"You heard it too? I thought I misheard."
He Sang was unnaturally stiff, his chest pounding.
"Did you recognize whose voice it was?"
"He must be young. He's not out of breath. If he were an old man, he would definitely be out of breath."
"Not only did I not breathe—" the wife smiled, covering her lips with her hands. "I timed it, it was over forty minutes."
"Wow, he lasts longer than Mrs. Hu's fitness trainer."
They laughed unrestrainedly.
He Sang felt like a thousand claws were scratching at her heart, making her feel stuck, unable to stand or walk.
Glancing at a place not far away, he saw a long queue of business cars picking up guests one after another. Cheng Xun was waiting next to an extended version of Lincoln. The Lincoln was rented by the organizer and was responsible for picking up Liang Jishen.
The man seemed distracted, his body slightly leaning towards her. Someone said goodbye to him, and he was a little slow to respond.
"Deputy Secretary Liang, it's so hard for our small company to survive. Please take care of us."
He smiled lightly, "You're being polite. I treat everyone equally when doing business according to the rules."
He Sang brushed off the melted water on his head and reminded Li Zhen, "Get in the car, it's cold."
At the same time, Liang Jishen also stepped down the stairs. Snow piled up on the roof of the car, and the neon lights illuminated a blurry and dry orange. His back was swallowed by the orange, and he looked unreal and empty.
He Sang stared at him. Song He was exhausted, and Li Zhen said it was from being in bed. She was skeptical. She knew how strong Liang Jishen's physical strength was. Even if a woman was a bit delicate, it was normal for her to collapse from exhaustion. But he didn't look satisfied at all, he was very greedy.
It seems like he hasn't been close to women for a while.
Liang Jishen, who was walking in the front row, suddenly turned his head and their eyes met. He Sang's heart beat violently and he subconsciously lowered his head.
The lady accompanying him understood something and asked, "Miss He is in the women's locker room, right?"
Her breathing was so tense that it was irregular. “I’m not here… I went to the bathroom.”
"No wonder." The wife was gossipy. "Deputy Secretary Liang is such a serious man, but he occasionally acts a little less serious. I really want to see him."
He Sang felt like he was on a roller coaster and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Zhen did not choose the car provided by the organizer. She drove herself. She had just bought a high-end Jaguar and came here specifically to show it off.
As she turned around, the Lincoln had its hazard lights on and smoothly parked in front of her. Cheng Xun got out and walked straight towards the car, "Ms. He, Mr. Liang is taking you there."
"Don't bother him anymore—" Li Zhen stuck her head out of the car window, her attitude sharp, "His time is precious. Can two women handle it?"
Cheng Xun was polite, "Mrs. Zeng is pregnant and it's not convenient for her to drive, and Mr. Liang also asked me to take you home to avoid any accidents on the way."
Li Zhen was about to retort when He Sang stopped her and said, "Mrs. Zeng lives in Jinxiu Garden. I'm sorry to bother Secretary Cheng."
Liang Jishen's temper sometimes allows him to be provoked, but sometimes not.
People were coming in and out of the hotel, and the two sides started arguing, and the unlucky one was Li Zhen.
Ten Zeng Mingweis are no match for one Liang Jishen.
He Sang pushed the door open and got out, then got into the man's car in the snow.
She brought in a chill. Liang Jishen was not wearing a coat. There was an opened box of hot milk on the table between the seats. He closed his eyes and took off the diamond ring on his left hand.
"Drink it."
He Sang finished drinking the milk and looked at him, "Are you relieved?"
The man opened his eyes and asked, "Where are you going back?"
She gave the address and looked out the window.
Cheng Xun was not familiar with the road, so he turned on the navigation.
“There’s no medicine in the milk.”
When they arrived at the gate of the community, Liang Jishen explained.
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