Chapter 99 Wake up, sister?
Liang Ji kissed her lips deeply, teasing her, "Awake? Sister."
She twisted her body, "Who's calling?"
"Old Zhang."
He Sang knew Lao Zhang, a prominent figure in the province and a semi-mentor to Liang Jishen. Lao Zhang had promoted him to the district office after graduating from university and had assigned him to investigation and prosecution, a role that was both easy to build reputation and achieve results, but also easy to offend.
Fortunately, the Liang family is rich and powerful, so Liang Jishen is not afraid of offending them.
Lao Zhang is an honorary professor of the School of Political Science and Law. He has taught Liang Jishen and praised him as a good seedling. His articles have profound insights and he is calm in doing things. At that time, there was a major economic case in Hebei Province, involving suspected transnational fraud, which was tracked down to the slums in Cambodia.
The security in the slums is extremely poor, with signals intermittent and there is a high probability that you will be cut off from the outside world, and your life or death is uncertain.
Old Zhang made up his mind and appointed the 20-year-old Liang Jishen as the communication liaison officer to go deep into the tiger's den and transmit the criminal evidence of the den back to the country.
Liang Jishen agreed, and the Liang family erupted in disarray. Liang Yanzhang and Ji Xilan approached the school, refusing to allow him to take such a risk. Old Zhang promised Liang Jishen a position at the district prosecutor's office, regardless of success or failure, as long as he returned safely. The Liang family, of course, didn't care, and during the stalemate, Liang Jishen secretly left the country.
He disguised himself as a small vendor selling Indian Viagra and quickly infiltrated the fraud group.
Viagra, with its slogan of "restore virility", is extremely tempting to men, especially those scammers who have cheated many people and are rich, and have already overdrawn their wealth by indulging in sensual pleasures. He easily gained trust by taking the shortcut of selling medicine, but it was hard for Lao Zhang. He collected aphrodisiacs from various pharmacies, put a homemade "Indian Strength Pill" label on them, and shipped them to Cambodia to help Liang Jishen act.
In just seven days, Liang Jishen not only cracked the transnational fraud case, but also became very successful and became a "drug tycoon" in Cambodia. Even the fraud leaders from Myanmar and Thailand came to him and fell into his trap to cooperate with him.
Without losing a single police officer, he used the method of "countering fraud with fraud" to defraud the scammers within a radius of hundreds of kilometers. Lao Zhang felt that he was smart and could control the situation, so he was promoted three levels in the district prosecutor's office within five years. All strange cases were handed over to him.
He Sang was hiding under the quilt, avoiding his kiss, "Your stubble is hurting me..."
The quilt was filled with Liang Jishen's body odor. It wasn't refreshing or pleasant, but it was his unique masculine scent, huge and strong.
She sniffed the quilt, and he buried his head in the crook of his neck and sniffed her, "Did you get enough sleep?"
He Sang was in a bad mood when she woke up. She slapped his hand away and wanted to continue sleeping. Liang Jishen grabbed her from behind and held her tightly in his arms.
"I've been hungry for a whole day and night. Are you not going to feed me?"
He Sang fell backwards on him, and the man's arms around her were so hot, like a branding iron with hot oil, burning her skin.
When they first started dating, they were as sweet as honey and he was very passionate. He also tried to coax her and made her cry. He Sang wanted him to be happy, and they accommodated, cooperated and tried to please each other.
Liang Jishen lay there casually, his body swaying in an unrestrained and bold manner. In fact, he did not look as handsome and heroic as he did in a suit and tie during the day. His hair was slightly messy, his cheeks had lazy red marks from sleep, and his stubble was green and thick, giving off a decadent and wild smell of a rough man. People were used to his serious image of sitting upright and meticulous, so this "down-and-out" look was actually charming in a different way.
He Sang's eyes were sparkling, like the Swan Lake downstairs, with ripples spreading out in circles in early spring. Under the extreme emotion, they looked so pure and innocent.
Liang Jishen's eyes were dyed red with lust, thousands of pores were numb and enlarged, veins on his forehead were bulging, and his eyes were more fierce than ever.
A woman's breath is always weak, and the cool breeze brushed across his firm abdominal muscles. He pulled the curtains and opened them all the way. The March sunshine poured in, and Liang Jishen felt that even the warmest and most beautiful spring breeze was eclipsed.
He Sang staggered into the bathroom and it took him a long time to stop retching.
In the mirror on the sink, there were tears in the corners of her eyes and a seductive look on her eyebrows, which clearly showed the difference between a girl and a woman.
Liang Jishen had given her so much experience. She was shy when she first heard his explicit words, but now she had gotten used to it, was in a good mood, and even took the initiative to talk to him.
Love can indeed change a person.
She cleaned herself up and returned to the bedroom.
Liang Jishen was not full, but this was a unique experience. He Sang was so tired that his stomach ached. Even though the food was not cooked enough, he managed to satisfy him.
He Sang took the quilt off the bed, folded it neatly, and stuffed it into the closet.
"Are you going back to Hebei Province?"
"Come back after dinner." Liang Jishen pressed forward to kiss her, but she turned her head away, not allowing him to kiss her.
"Are you disgusted with me? Why are you so angry?" The man tucked his fingers through her hair. "It's my fault. I'm too rough. Calm down."
He Sang remained silent.
Liang Jishen rested his chin on her shoulder, "Punish me?"
She took a breath and asked, "How to punish me?"
"I will also bear the consequences of being punished."
He Sang elbowed him away, "Is this a punishment for you..."
He smiled. The moment he bent down to put on his pants, the edge of his underwear slipped down, revealing the tattoo on his groin. It was a medium-sized eagle wing, the color was monotonous and ordinary. Besides, getting a tattoo was not something he would do. Liang Jishen was very traditional and conservative, and tattoos were relatively avant-garde. "When did you get it?"
He zipped up his pants. "It was many years ago."
He Sang leaned forward and untied his chains. Liang Jishen did not move and let her touch him. She had never looked at or touched him carefully until this moment, when she discovered the secret.
"Where did it come from?"
The tattoo is covered with a hideous scar.
It was four or five centimeters long and one centimeter wide. It was a regulated, rough-edged steel knife, similar to a machete. The scar was cut at an angle, the purpose of which was to pierce his spleen.
Liang Jishen didn't want to talk about the past and replied lightly, "The criminal's family retaliated and stabbed me."
He Sang was also aware of this past event. She learned from Xin Xin that six years ago, there was a man named Liu in a prefecture-level city in Hebei Province. He was the bodyguard of Zhang Chengye, the prince of the Zhang family. Zhang Chengye had a foul mouth and provoked the second-generation children of other provinces. The two groups fought in a Taekwondo martial arts gym. The other side took a fruit knife. Liu blocked the knife for Zhang Chengye and was diagnosed with disability. He returned to his hometown and opened a chess and card hall. Later, a gambling investigation found him. Relying on his friendship with Zhang Chengye, he threatened to beat up anyone who dared to investigate his chess and card hall.
Director Gu was also in Hebei Province at that time. He was the leader of the gambling investigation team. Knowing that Mr. Liu had a powerful background, he asked Liang Jishen to come out. When Liang Jishen arrived, he directly ordered the closure. There were many onlookers, and Mr. Liu was embarrassed and became very anxious. There was a fruit stall at the door of the chess and card hall. There was a knife stuck in the watermelon. He pulled it out casually. The knife went in and the red knife came out. Liang Jishen was completely caught off guard. By the time he reacted, he had subdued Mr. Liu in no time.
The knife wound was only one millimeter away from his spleen.
He Sang stroked it for a while, her nose dry. "There's a documentary called 'Hot-Blooded Men' that says scars are a man's medal of honor. This scar is Liang..." She was originally going to call him Deputy Secretary Liang, but now everyone calls him that. But when it came to her lips, she changed it, "Third Brother..."
A smile flashed in Liang Jishen's eyes, "Is that a good name?"
"Anyway, I won't scream, and you're forcing me to scream."
"I won't force you." He put his arm around He Sang's waist. "Then are you screaming unwillingly?"
She lowered her head, "I'm reluctant."
"Really reluctant?"
Liang Jishen also lowered his head, the stubble from his shaved beard still prickly, rubbing back and forth against her face. She couldn't bear it anymore. His grinding methods always penetrated deep into her lungs and bones, into the depths of her soul. He Sang leaned back and surrendered, "Third Brother——"
His smile widened. "Will you?"
He Sang's ears and eyelids turned pink. "I'm willing."
"Who are you to me?"
She murmured, "Your sister..."
"Godsister?"
Liang Jishen deliberately emphasized the word "fuck", clamped her face, and kissed her fiercely again. Perhaps he had something important to do, so he stopped bothering her and walked out of the bedroom.
He did have official business. At nine o'clock sharp, Liang Jishen convened a video conference of the Disciplinary Committee of China Overseas Group. The terrace was divided into two areas, one was the tea room and the other was his study. He didn't come here often, but Cheng Xun had prepared everything that needed to be prepared.
The volume of the video was turned up high. He was wearing a dark blue home suit and spoke softly, with the maturity and dominance of a domineering ruler.
That posture is hopelessly sexy.
He Sang thought that it was not a loss to be with a man like Liang Jishen, whether they had a formal relationship or not.
At least, he was not fickle. In the more than a year that she had been with him, Liang Jishen's body belonged only to her.
Which one does she care about: having a status but being unfaithful, or having no status and being the only woman?
He Sang cares about feelings.
It would be perfect to have both, but when has there ever been a time in this world where love and relationships can be perfect?
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