Chapter 88 Secret Photography
Liang Jishen held her wrist and said, "Cheng Xun will be in the hospital on the day of your surgery."
"What about you?"
Without another word, he used some force to move her hand away.
"Brother Shen!" Song He rushed over. Her hamstrings hurt so much that she lost her balance and collapsed. A pungent and sweet taste filled her throat, causing her to cough violently.
She watched the man push the door open and leave. He was so charming and powerful. Many women fell in love with him at first sight. He clearly belonged to her, hers alone.
Liang Jishen walked into Dr. Cao's office, locked the door, and lit a cigarette. "Can I smoke?"
"Are you craving a cigarette? Go ahead and smoke."
Liang Jishen sat down, put his hands on the table, and occasionally dusted off the cigarette ashes.
Doctor Cao asked, "Who is she to you?"
He took a drag on his cigarette and said, "Just tell me what's going on."
"Her injury wasn't serious, and the surgery was quite complicated. Initially, it was treated as an emergency fracture. A follow-up examination on the third day revealed that her tendons, ankle tendons, calf bones, and kneecaps were essentially comminuted. It wasn't just her foot that was injured; her leg was the most problematic. The surgery carries a risk factor, and a family member's signature is required."
Liang Jishen lowered his eyes, smoke filled his face, and he was silent for a moment, "The worst possible outcome."
Dr. Cao said with great regret, "I will have to rely on a wheelchair for the rest of my life."
Outside the hospital, it was drizzling.
Cheng Xun held up an umbrella, walked towards Liang Jishen, and covered his head with it.
The umbrella brim was small, and the rain slightly wet his suit. He stood by the car door. The sky was gray, and there was muffled thunder behind the dark clouds.
Cheng Xun hadn't seen him like this for a long time.
Just as he was about to ask, Liang Jishen bent down and got into the car, "To the theater."
......
Today is He Sang's debut performance of "In the Mood for Love".
The venue was packed.
But they were not promoting her, but the leading actor, the actor who played the role of Tony Leung.
He is more handsome than any male actor in Hebei Province. He is not tall, only slightly taller than He Sang, but his every move and gesture is a replica of Tony Leung Chiu-wai.
He imitated it deliberately and to perfection.
As a result, He Sang was able to get into the role very quickly.
The most classic scene starts at 4:05.
The curtain opened, and the leading man was smoking a cigar, while He Sang was leaning in a phone booth, which was very appropriate as it was also a rainy day.
The audience who came for the male actor all turned their eyes to her.
The cheongsam was made of black satin with a stand-up collar and a white rose print. The hem of the skirt covered her calves, revealing only her slender and fair arms. No part of her skin was exposed. The dim and old mirror lamp set off the scene. He Sang hung up the phone, her white high heels stepping in the rain puddle. She closed her eyes and leaned back slightly. The male protagonist hugged her from behind and rested his hand on her neck.
Her lustful sigh was rich with color and she grasped the man's fingers tightly, pressing them against her collarbone.
The buttons were peeled off and the hero buried himself in her curly hair again.
He Sang opened her lips, desperate and emotional, and fell into his arms.
At the very corner of row 19, a figure stood under the exhaust fan.
As far as I can remember, this isn't the first time He Sang has worn a cheongsam.
She played Feng Chengcheng in "The Bund" and wore a more beautiful and fancy modified version of the style.
But it was the first time that a conservative and graceful young woman aroused his unbearable passion.
A unique mature charm.
When the scene was being changed, He Sang and the male lead bowed to the audience and left on a lift. The stage slowly rose to a height of three meters, and the screen switched to the background of a rainy alley. She accidentally glanced at the playback screen opposite. The flowing light shone on the wall of the audience and also on the handsome and regular face of the man. It was bright for a short time, as if everything had stopped.
Stop in the glamorous light and shadow, stop in his lustful and deep eyes.
The names of the director, screenwriter, and male and female protagonists appeared on the playback screen one after another. The two words "He Sang" were so coincidentally imprinted on his gray shirt, below the collar, covering the area of his heart.
He Sang's heart began to beat rapidly.
I haven't seen him for six days.
She couldn't describe the feeling of this moment.
The resurgent Guanghe Group and the mysterious Feng Zhikui disrupted her life.
And Liang Jishen was the root cause of her devastation.
He Sang struggled for six days, caught between belief and disbelief.
He seems to have lost weight.
His shoulder bones were thin, and the curve of his jawline was clear and sharp. There was a small cut on his chin, probably because he shaved too quickly that morning. His healthy and rich skin tone, coupled with the small cut that was worn out and decadent, made him look wild and sexy.
Even in a huge crowd, Liang Jishen is always unique and dazzling.
Cheng Xun walked up the steps of the auditorium and followed him, urging him in a low voice. The man gave her one last look and turned away.
The lift returned to the lounge, and the staff dragged her down. "What happened? You can't stand steadily."
He Sang replied absentmindedly, "I didn't sleep well last night, and I feel a little dizzy."
"Can we do the second half?"
She smiled, "Don't worry."
The staff was not at ease, and called out to the female B-actress in a loud and passionate voice, "Be ready at any time, substitute Sister Sang——"
The female B-character was so excited that she danced with joy, "Sister Sang, you must faint!"
He Sang lifted the bead curtain and stared at Cheng Xun who had come in at some point. She walked into the house without saying a word, and Cheng Xun followed her.
"Mr. Liang sent you a flower basket to congratulate you in advance on your successful performance."
His gift has arrived, but his representative is not.
He Sang was not interested. "Has he finished his official duties?"
"Zhonghai's official business is piling up. Mr. Liang won't be able to finish it in ten days or half a month."
"He's already at the theater, why doesn't he show up?"
Cheng Xun hesitated for a second, "Miss Song is in trouble."
He Sang's chest felt numb and swollen, and he couldn't help but feel blocked.
Liang Jishen told himself that he would not come back for half a month, but when Song He got into trouble, he rushed back.
"What happened?"
"Jump off the building."
He Sang's pupils shrank in shock, "Did he really jump?"
"Fake jump." Cheng Xun also said bluntly, "This trick is not new."
When women deal with men, it doesn't matter if their tricks are new or not, as long as men fall for them and they work. If they don't fall for them, no matter how new they are, what's the point.
Liang Jishen might not be able to see that she was playing tricks on him, and he felt sorry for her and was happy to coax her.
He Sang packed up her makeup box and asked, "Is he coming to see me on his way?"
"It's not on the same route. The hospital and the theater are located in the south and north, respectively, opposite each other. Mr. Liang made a special trip to see you."
She slowed down, "He's gone?"
"Leave."
There were many girls in the lounge, and they were in a hurry to change into costumes, which was inconvenient for a man to be present. After Cheng Xun conveyed the message, he left immediately.
He left the house just as his female partner walked in. "Sister Sang, did you offend someone?"
He Sang was puzzled, "I didn't offend anyone."
"What about men with wives?"
The female supporting actress handed her a stack of photos, and her heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
It belongs to her and Liang Chihui.
In the cafeteria on the sixth floor, He Sang's heel got stuck in the gap of the elevator door. He held her waist with one hand and supported the elevator car with the other.
She leaned over to pull up her heels, causing her sweater to move up a little, and her white waistline was reflected in Liang Chihui's eyes.
In the theater's parking lot, He Sang thanked him. He smiled and rubbed his fingertips. The car door was not closed, and outside there was a hustle and bustle of traffic and a continuous neon light.
Like a man and a woman with budding feelings for each other.
What a great photographer.
Ambiguity and sexual tension.
"Where did you get the photo?" He Sang panicked. "Boss Liang and I don't have that kind of relationship."
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