Chapter 7 Ends Here
He Sang didn't move. "Where's your passport?"
Liang Jishen exhaled a puff of smoke and stubbed out the cigarette butt. "Come back to my place and get it."
Her mind went blank for a moment, "It's inconvenient."
In fact, his friends all thought that he and Song He were living together. The woman followed him very closely and stuck to him almost 24 hours a day. It was only a matter of time before they slept together.
Liang Jishen was indeed in Nanhai Bay the night he was hospitalized. He went there after a social drinking party. He had a severe headache at the time. Song He had no experience, so he called 120.
When it comes to taking care of people, He Sang is the most comfortable one.
After a moment of stalemate, Liang Jishen got out of the car, pulled He Sang with one hand, and opened the passenger door with the other. "It's just to get something, she doesn't mind."
He Sang suddenly felt like there was something stuck in his throat.
If Song He didn't mind, why would he declare his sovereignty and humiliate her openly and secretly?
"How long have you been together?"
He turned around and drove out of the intersection. "Not long."
Even though he knew the answer, He Sang was still unwilling to give in. "If I didn't mention breaking up, you would still plan to end it before her birthday to make her happy, right?"
Liang Jishen's jaw was tense, as if he had a thousand words to say, yet he remained silent to the extreme.
He Sang laughed at himself and didn't start.
As they passed the Jinshui Bridge, the screen of the mobile phone on the center console lit up and he pressed the button to answer the call.
"Liang Jing's overseas term has expired, and he will be returning to China at the end of the year." Ji Xilan was extremely impatient. "The current news is that he will continue to serve as Secretary-General. Your father hopes that he will join the Liang Group."
He Sang stared at the projection on the glass; the man's profile was submerged in the hazy neon lights.
Everything here smells like him, fresh laundry detergent and body odor mixed with nicotine.
Liang Jishen doesn't like to wear perfume. His scent always fits his personality: unique, profound and mellow.
"I know what's going on." He said patiently.
"Liang Jing and Liang Chihui are both more capable than the other. Are you going to fight for them or not?" Ji Xilan raised her voice. "You are now marginalized by the Liang Group. Your father dotes on you but doesn't give you real power. You are only fit to be their stepping stone."
The man was concentrating on driving and didn't respond.
Ji Xilan changed the subject and said, "Is this vixen trying to gain status by relying on her son? I won't tolerate her."
When Song He was mentioned, Liang Jishen's emotions suddenly lost control. "Five years ago, you almost forced her to death. Are you going to force her again?"
He Sang felt uncomfortable after hearing this, so she lowered half of the window and shivered in the cold night wind by the river. The window went up again without any warning, and Liang Jishen reached around behind her and wrapped her in a thin blanket.
"Remember, without real power, the Liang family's foundation will be unstable. Liang Yanzhang is not loyal, and if he divorces us one day, the fate of mother and son will not be smooth." Ji Xilan said coldly, "What about the actor?"
He Sang froze.
He was upset and took out a lighter to light a cigarette, "We broke up."
The engine cover reflected the cold silver light, showing the man's unfathomable sharpness.
Ji Xilan softened a little, "That's great, you understand your father——"
"You should go to bed early." Liang Jishen interrupted her, turned off the phone and threw it back to its place.
Smoke filled his face, and the man said incoherently, "I was wronged at the theater."
He Sang's nose felt dry and his eyelids drooped slightly. "No."
"I saw it," he said indifferently. "That dog was really nasty."
The carriage was dead silent for a long while. Liang Jishen glanced sideways and saw tears in her eyes, which made his chest feel stuffy.
"Blame me." He exerted force with his teeth, and the bones at his temples bulged.
In this industry, you can either work alone all the time or be protected and abandoned by others, and the situations are very different.
They all rode on his head, mocking and venting their anger.
"I'll take care of it for you."
"You can't take care of me forever." He Sang felt as if he had swallowed a knife and it hurt.
He showed up at this juncture simply to feel at ease and completely free of all ties before going to find Song He.
"No woman is so generous." She adjusted her ragged breathing, "I won't bother you in the future and make things difficult for you with Miss Song."
Liang Jishen clenched his fist lightly, pressing it between his lips and nose, and the car sped up even faster.
Back at home, He Sang was sitting in the living room. The door diagonally opposite was not closed. Liang Jishen pulled up to take off his sweater. His broad back muscles bulged and then sank as he stretched. His waistline was well-proportioned and had a heavy beeswax color.
The alcohol started to take effect, and she looked away drowsily. Just as she stood up, she fell down uncontrollably again.
Liang Jishen changed into a light-colored home suit and walked out of the bedroom. He Sang curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.
He stared for a long time and went straight to the study.
About half an hour later, Cheng Xun arrived at the villa with a stack of expedited documents.
Liang Jishen flipped through the contents and said, "Please pay close attention to the Liang family's movements. Also, there's someone called Cui Manli in the theater who's dishonest and drugged her wine."
Cheng Xun understood. "I've investigated that fresh meat. He's someone Cui Manli knows. His surname is Li. He's the boyfriend of real estate tycoon Dong Jianlin's wife. He's used to using despicable tactics to deceive women on set. An extra had his private video exposed online, and it was Mrs. Dong who made amends. He's planning to use the same trick again on Miss He."
Liang Jishen was too calm, "I know."
Cheng Xun looked at him. He was discharged from the hospital in a hurry just because of this.
Save people from the clutches of fresh meat.
"It was Cui Manli who caused her injury." Liang Jishen dusted off his cigarette ash. "You decide what to do."
Cheng Xun said, "I will teach her a lesson."
*
He Sang woke up in the dim bathroom.
The man's wet short hair was pulled back into a shiny slicked back style. She lay in the man's arms, soft and powerless, leaning against his heartbeat.
"You vomited all night and tossed and turned until dawn before I could fall asleep. I didn't disturb you." Liang Jishen crossed his arms under her armpits and fixed them on the sink, wiping the dirt from the ends of her hair and collarbone. The room temperature was damp and cold, but every inch of his was hot, and the contact of their skin aroused a shiver.
Even though nothing happened, He Sang looked uneasy. "Where are your clothes?"
He lowered his head to clean it, "It's dirty."
In the mirror facing her, the man's back arched, leaning forward and pressing against her chest, which was as hard as iron.
He Sang's mind unconsciously emerged with the intimate scenes of their past. Liang Jishen had extremely strong sexual desires. Whenever he went on business trips with her, he would roar and struggle with her in front of the floor-to-ceiling window every afternoon, sweating profusely.
Sweat poured down her back, like wax, thick and hot.
She grabbed the towel and said, "I'll wipe it myself."
"I'll wait for you outside." The man walked away calmly and closed the door.
The sofa cushions and bed sheets piled up in the corner were stained with a large pool of vomit and a pungent smell of alcohol. Her and Liang Jishen's clothes were also rolled up in them.
It was really embarrassing.
He Sang has a low alcohol tolerance, and the wine that the fresh meat toasted her with was very strong, which made her feel so uncomfortable that she lost consciousness.
She picked it up, opened the lid of the washing machine, and found a woman's nightgown with the tag still on in the drum.
Spaghetti straps, semi-transparent lace deep V, high slits, the kind of hotness that makes men's blood boil.
Song He, who is known for her elegant appearance, also has such a bold and coquettish side.
He didn't move to South Bay because she had lived here.
Liang Jishen leaned against the wall and finished smoking a cigarette, then returned and knocked on the door, "Have you finished washing?"
He Sang came back to his senses and said, "I'm done washing."
Coming out of the bathroom, she straightened the corner of her clothes and said, "I'll borrow your shirt and return it to you tomorrow."
The man was also wearing a white turtleneck sweater, and his tall, full forehead shone with the luster of porcelain glaze in the burnt yellow morning light.
Those eyes were like a dark deep pool.
"I'm busy tomorrow." His voice was hoarse from the smoke. "Next week."
Tomorrow is December 16th.
Song He’s birthday.
He Sang felt a dull pain when he thought of this.
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