Chapter 70 Stay Away from Liang Chihui
Huang Biao replied, "Yes, the rainfall is quite heavy."
Liang Chihui swiped the screen of his mobile phone and searched for the word "He", but no number was displayed. He flipped through the list again to confirm that there were no other words noted in the notes, but still no number.
No wonder.
She looked so pale that the food she ate tasted like wax.
Maybe he got sick from being caught in the rain.
Liang Chihui bent down and got out of the car. He looked around. The street lights were dim, and clusters of light merged into the traffic. There were tall buildings, clouds, and rows of shop windows. There was no trace of He Sang.
He chuckled and told Huang Biao, "Go back to Hebei Province."
In the finale of the day, "A New Dream of Red Mansions", He Sang played Qingwen, supporting Tao Yan who played Lin Daiyu. Her appearance was charming and her coordination was smooth, which received a warm response from the audience.
He Sang felt unwell during her curtain call and nearly fainted on the stage. She asked for leave from the dean and left work at noon.
When I returned to the lounge, all my colleagues had gone to the restaurant for lunch, leaving only Tao Yan.
"Sister Sang."
This was the first time she called He Sang that.
He Sang also replied to her, "Sister Yan."
While changing clothes, Tao Yan stood at the door of the dressing room, holding a lunch box. "Was the former pillar of your Hebei Provincial Drama Theater Lin Min?"
He Sang stopped and looked at her expressionlessly.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not asking for gossip. Seriously, there's so much news in this industry, I'm tired of it." Tao Yan picked up a cabbage heart and looked at her while taking a bite. "Lin Minzhi is three for three, so she's been kept by a big shot, right?"
He Sang thought of Lin Min jumping off the building, and the girl who played the stand-in asked herself backstage whether Cui Manli would be the second Lin Min.
He hangs around big shots and looks great in front of others.
He Sang believes that Cui Manli will not be the second Lin Min.
But I may not be.
She was filled with grief, "I don't understand Lin Min's situation."
Tao Yan closed the lunch box lid and wiped her mouth. "When I was studying acting at the Beijing Film Academy, Lin Min was quite famous in the drama circle. The final assignment in my class was to imitate her performance. My teacher's name was Hua, and she told me that if I learned half of Lin Min's skills, I would have no problem playing leading roles in the future." She sighed, "It's a pity that I didn't learn half of Lin Min's skills. In this industry, talent is more important than hard work. Talent is aura and understanding. It is recognized in our school that you have good understanding. Even if you play a supporting role, you can overshadow the protagonist."
He Sang laughed, "I'm not as good as Lin Min. It's because she retired that I have the opportunity to take over."
"I'm surprised you're willing to give me the female lead this time." Tao Yan walked over. "I got what I wanted, and I'm kindly advising you. The Liang family's background isn't something women like us can mess with. If we mess with them, we have no right to demand an end. If they do, they have no right to continue. Lin Min couldn't figure it out, so God took her. But who is God? Those men are God. Can women ever outsmart God?"
After Tao Yan finished speaking, she sat on the sofa and drank her porridge.
He Sang stood there for a long while, and everything that had happened with Liang Jishen over the past year, every frame, crying, laughing, happy, and sad, replayed in his mind like a movie.
She turned and left calmly.
......
He Sang took a hot bath in the hotel to sweat, and when he came out of the bathroom, the doorbell rang.
As soon as the door was opened, the strong smell of cigarettes hit me in the face. Liang Jishen was wearing a black shirt and black trousers with wrinkles on the trouser legs. His eyes were bloodshot. He probably didn't sleep well last night, so he didn't shave his stubble, which was thick and heavy black.
This man is clean and refreshing, looks heroic, and a little decadent, which makes him look manly.
Li Zhen said that in today's society, beautiful women do not get as many benefits as handsome men. Men are passionate. If one beautiful woman doesn't suit them, they will switch to another. Women are loyal. If one handsome man doesn't suit them, they will fight him to death.
No matter what mistakes a handsome man makes, there will always be a woman who will accept him, influence him, and forgive him.
It's so unfair.
Liang Jishen frowned, "You opened the door without asking who it was?"
She said nothing, didn't move, and blocked the door.
Just as He Sang smelled his scent, Liang Jishen also smelled her scent, the fragrant scent of jasmine shower gel. "Have you taken a shower?"
She was still neither happy nor angry, like a stagnant pool of water. Liang Jishen would rather she cried, acted up, and made a noise. The longer she held it in, the bigger the trouble would become.
He grabbed He Sang and gave a rare explanation, "I'll come to you after I settle her down."
He Sang shook his hand away without leaving a trace, "What do you want from me?"
Liang Jishen wasn't a good-tempered person, but her stubborn and pitiful appearance made it impossible for him to lose his temper. "Why did I look for you?"
She turned and went into the bedroom to fold the quilt.
The man took off his coat, lit a cigarette, and looked at her in silence.
The sofa was vibrating with the notification sound of my cell phone. It had been turned off on the way here, and at this moment I had received more than thirty calls and text messages.
He lost his patience and deleted all his missed and unread messages with one click. He then put out his cigarette and stood up to stop her. "Cheng Xun has chosen an apartment with an open-air garden. You like to raise turtles, and the terrace is big. You can raise as many as you want. Let's go and take a look."
He Sang shook his head and avoided him.
Liang Jishen rubbed his temples. Zhonghai's affairs, Song He's affairs, and the Liang family's affairs, three huge mountains weighed on him, making him breathless. "You can't stay in the hotel anymore. You must move to an apartment tomorrow."
He said this, picked up his coat and walked out of the room.
He Sang suddenly felt dizzy. She instinctively wanted to call Liang Jishen, but before she could, her vision went dark and she fell to the floor.
The loud "thump" startled the man outside the door. He was still holding the door handle and pushed it open immediately.
He Sang lay beside the dining table, his limbs limp and completely unconscious.
Liang Jishen picked her up by the waist and rushed out.
When she woke up, she had been unconscious for a day and a night.
It's dark outside.
It's late at night again.
There was no light in the ward, only a warm yellow night light, which was gentle and not glaring.
"What's wrong with your foot inflammation?"
Liang Jishen's voice came from the dim window.
He Sang was stunned for a second.
Liang Chihui had taught her the massage technique of applying medicine, but she forgot to apply it on time and sprained her ankle again during the performance. The injury was made worse by being soaked in dirty rainwater on the mountain road in the western suburbs.
She propped herself up on the bed and sat up. "I sprained it myself."
"Where did you sprain it?"
She was filled with anger and vented all her anger, "Anyway, it wasn't sprained at the racecourse, so I don't need surgery."
Liang Jishen was amused. "You're quite articulate. This little mouth of yours is just for me, right?"
He pressed the switch and the room was instantly brightly lit. He Sang closed his eyes and opened them again. The man approached the bed.
"I warned you to stay away from Liang Chihui."
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