Chapter 75 Unclear
"Sit over there." He Sang moved his chair away from him.
He smiled casually and moved closer. The corners of her lips were wet, and the silk thread stuck to her chin. He wanted to suck it off, but He Sang stopped him, "Serve yourself a bowl."
The man laughed out loud, "Do you think Old Qiu doesn't know?"
She held on to a glimmer of hope and stared at him, "What does Mr. Qiu know?"
"You are my woman." Liang Jishen wiped off the sticky liquid stains with his fingertips. "If you were not my woman, would I take time out of my busy schedule to accompany you in another province?"
He Sang's heart felt like it was clamped by an iron clamp, stretched out very long, and suddenly it bounced back, and the pain concentrated in that one spot, squeezing her to the point of feeling dizzy.
My breathing gradually became difficult.
woman.
Not a girlfriend.
It's not that she is without self-awareness and overly greedy and fantasizing about the results. It's just that from the first day she was with him, he had never had any other woman. The rumors about him and Xin Xin were just in name only and they had never slept together at all. So how could there be a difference between the legitimate wife and the mistress?
That Miss Song was a thing of the past after all, and He Sang had no reason to deny the legitimate relationship between Liang Jishen and himself.
His words at this moment, "the woman I support", were both reasonable and sentimental, shattering her expectations and shattering her self-esteem.
"Xiao He? Xiao He!"
Mrs. Qiu called her four or five times in a row, and she came to her senses, "Mrs. Qiu."
"You are twenty-three years old?"
"yes."
Mrs. Qiu looked past her and looked at Liang Jishen. "Where's Mr. Liang? Thirty-two?"
Liang Jishen noticed that she was in a bad mood and also understood what words had made her uncomfortable. At the beginning of their relationship, He Sang was very docile and kept his mouth shut. He would pick her up from the theater after get off work on weekends. She would avoid her colleagues and quietly get into his car to eat Japanese or Western food. He didn't like to eat messy food, and he did it purely to adapt to her. Or when a new movie was released, he would take her to a private cinema, and the ambiguous environment would arouse her interest. He Sang always had condoms in his bag, so he could be as worry-free as possible.
Later, she could no longer hide it. She knew her limits and didn't brag about her sexual encounters with the pharmaceutical boss like Cui Manli did, including the brand of aphrodisiacs she took, how long they lasted, and what gifts she received. He Sang's quiet demeanor has kept this underground relationship safe and sound to this day.
If she were like Cui Manli, competing and making trouble, Liang Jishen would not keep her for a year.
As for staying for two years, three years, or even longer, he had never considered it.
Later, as they spent more time together and became more familiar with each other, He Sang understood his temper and was no longer as reserved as at first. He would act like a spoiled brat, leaving kisses on his body, but it made him feel comfortable. When a man feels comfortable, he is naturally willing to indulge. Xin Xin often whispered in the office that He Sang was getting close to the male lead. A lecherous director in the film industry had taken a fancy to her and had a secret meeting in the theater's dressing room. Liang Jishen overheard this and coldly reprimanded her, warning her not to be so frivolous.
Before He Sang showed up, Xin Xin was a big shot around him. Outsiders called her Miss Xin, not Secretary Xin or Manager Xin, which meant the same as Miss He. It was tacitly acknowledged that Xin Xin was his, and it was no wonder they misunderstood. Liang Jishen really doted on her. She was quite capable, had a good alcohol tolerance, was generous, and loyal. He needed this kind of woman. Even if Xin Xin had impure motives and sent a false signal to the outside world that she was Liang Jishen's woman, he didn't care.
The reason why he had neglected her recently was, on the one hand, because of He Sang, and on the other hand, because he knew Song He. Although she loved money, she was not a bad person by nature. Xin Xin was the mastermind behind the persecution of He Sang. He definitely could not tolerate such a mean and vicious woman.
Liang Jishen pulled himself away from the past and calmed himself down. "I'm thirty-two years old."
"My memory is so bad..." Mrs. Qiu was annoyed. "Secretary Liang Jing is 37 years old, the second son is 34, and Mr. Liang is 31. Mr. Liang's three sons are each three years younger than him. Everyone in Ji Province knows this, and I actually forgot."
Mr. Qiu glanced at her and asked, "Why do you care how old he is?"
"After 35, a man's sexual quality declines significantly. It's better to have children sooner rather than later. Xiao He is in the prime of life, and Mr. Liang is also in his prime. Don't delay. When I was pregnant with my first daughter, Lao Qiu smoked and drank, and his sperm was very poor. I found a famous doctor in Wuzhen, who made Lao Qiu drink some Chinese medicine, and she got pregnant right away!"
"That's enough!" Mr. Qiu blushed. "My sperm is fine, how can it be so bad?"
Liang Jishen turned the teacup, his eyes passing over He Sang who was eating bird's nest, and then moved to Mrs. Qiu, "You take care of Old Qiu, I don't need to take medicine."
He Sang also felt that he didn't need it.
Not to mention 31, you don’t need to take medicine even at 41.
Liang Jishen's stamina in bed was extraordinary. She had the illusion that if she neglected to take protective measures, she would definitely get pregnant.
Mr. Qiu pulled a document from his briefcase and handed it to Liang Jishen. "In February, one hundred new companies were registered in Hebei Province. One of them, Wanhe Group, is said to be the predecessor of Guanghe Group. The legal representative is the same: Feng Zhikui."
"Guanghe Group?" Mrs. Qiu had heard of it. "Is it the one that had the incident?"
"The most outrageous shell company." Mr. Qiu laughed. "Feng Zhikui has contracted 80% of the municipal construction projects in seven cities in Hebei Province, including power grids, elevator installation in old residential buildings, and demolition and renovation. From 2008 to 2018 was the golden age of real estate development, and he made a fortune contracting projects in northern China. He's been on the Hurun Report for five consecutive years, making him the undisclosed richest man in Hebei Province, with assets comparable to those of the Big Four families."
Liang Jishen remained silent and drank a sip of tea.
The words "Guanghe Group" caused He Sang's mind to go blank for a moment, and his limbs tensed up instantly. "Is it the shoddy construction that collapsed across the moat?"
"Right!" Mr. Qiu was quite surprised. "You're still paying attention to the news? Girls these days are obsessed with idols, variety shows, and concerts. They don't pay attention to current affairs at all."
He Sang's hands were shaking under the table, completely uncontrollable, and his scalp was tingling. "Why doesn't the province investigate?"
"The provincial government didn't know about it. It was a city-level accident, so it went unreported." Mr. Qiu cut a piece of watermelon. "Construction projects, oil well drilling, coal mining—sudden disasters are inevitable. Machinery failures, rainwater backflow, blasting failures—all lead to accidents. The larger the project, the less news a few deaths are. As long as compensation is paid and the media is silenced, the matter will be quietly resolved."
"But there were problems with the project. The main structure of the building was supposed to be solid reinforced concrete columns, but quality inspection revealed it was hollow. Furthermore, the steel was recycled cheaply from a scrap yard, and the procurement channel and production standards were substandard. This caused the load-bearing wall to collapse, killing three people." He Sang said excitedly. "The city allocated 100 million yuan, but the building only cost 10 million yuan. It's clear that Guanghe Group cut corners! After the incident was exposed, there was no thorough investigation of the group, no apology, and not a single executive was sentenced."
"Who's going to conduct a thorough investigation?" Mr. Qiu, a seasoned businessman, thought the girl's idea was naive and ridiculous, as if she'd never experienced the harsh realities of society. "That's a city wall, not an ordinary building. Guanghe Group doesn't have a strong backing, so how could they have built it? I remember it rained heavily the day of the accident. The floodgates in the city were already open to release the floodwaters. Guanghe Group's explanation was that the rainwater rotted the load-bearing walls, not the building materials."
Mrs. Qiu looked suspicious. "Xiao He, as soon as this accident happened, Guanghe Group suppressed the news immediately. How did you hear about this?"
He Sang held the spoon, and the aluminum handle reflected light, making her eyes sore.
One of the three people who died in the landslide was her father, He Jinping.
Even his real name was not disclosed, he was only referred to as "H Man" and the incident was hastily explained to the media, bringing the matter to an end.
He Sang tried all channels to file a complaint, but his report to the district department was rejected because it was impossible to prove that "H man" was He Jinping himself.
The remittance note for the 600,000 yuan pension was changed to "humanitarian compensation" and it was not recognized as an occupational injury.
He Jinping's death was unknown and remained unsolved.
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