Chapter 115 Sense of Crisis
Jiang Xiaochu's skin color is also fair, comparable to He Sang's, and she is very suitable for the youthful yellow and bean green colors.
He Sang had similar styles in her wardrobe. She'd loved wearing them when she was eighteen or nineteen, with a ponytail, no makeup, and an off-white canvas bag. Liang Jishen had seen photos of her in college; they were too immature and girlish. He preferred her now, somewhere between a girl and a woman.
"Didn't I tell you to get off work?" Liang Jishen was unhappy.
Jiang Xiaochu tied an apron around her waist and said, "You drank some wine, and I was worried that your appetite might be upset, so I specially left some money to make you a bowl of hangover soup."
The man couldn't help but frown, "Call Cheng Xun back."
Her eyes reddened, "Do you dislike me for not taking good care of you?"
He Sang felt that Jiang Xiaochu was quite capable.
A simple, fragile, and silently giving type of character.
She is not as shrewd and strong as Xin Xin, nor as hypocritical and green tea as Song He.
It moistens things silently and penetrates into men's daily life.
In the banquet hall, Jiang Xiaochu acted so caring and considerate towards him that those who didn't know her thought she was his girlfriend.
Very good at creating atmosphere and attracting attention.
In fact, if her actions had not provoked He Sang, He Sang might not have been so bold.
Mrs. Qiu's words made sense. There were too many women eyeing him. If the sexy route didn't work, then the virtuous wife route would do. If that didn't work, then the pure student route would do. There was always one that suited Liang Jishen's taste.
Every woman who wants to get close to him is willing to work hard.
He has done enough homework and is thick-skinned.
It's useless to be arrogant. If you continue like that, the man will become too strong and might even be poached.
"Assistant Jiang, Mr. Liang's stomach is very healthy, but he has a chronic headache after drinking. Drinking hangover soup is not as good as taking painkillers."
Jiang Xiaochu was stunned.
He Sang went to the master bedroom to get a pill, then returned to the living room, handed it to Liang Jishen, and sat on his lap naturally.
He finished drinking the medicine, and put his arm over He Sang to put down the cup. She opened her mouth and nibbled his chin, very lightly, like a cat's claws. "I can't bear to bite you hard, but you dared to throw me in the car."
The man placed his hands on the edge of the sofa backrest. "Should I thank you for being more lenient?"
"Then at least calm down." She rested her head on Liang Jishen's shoulder, and her index finger moved down along his collar inch by inch, moving to the belt buckle, poking and pressing it, and it opened with a "click". He Sang felt the restlessness and burning heat in that part of his body with her fingertips.
Liang Jishen lowered his eyes to examine her. From the way she hid in the car, desperately trying to harass him, he knew Mrs. Qiu's strategist was behind the scenes encouraging her. He Jinping's apartment was over 30 kilometers from Zhonghai Group. With He Sang's driving skills, the round trip could be done in an hour, but Liang Jishen didn't believe it. It took her an hour each way, obviously with Mrs. Qiu's driver's help.
Besides, He Sang is a gentle person, and she won't let go unless she is pushed hard.
Liang Jishen lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear, "Are you feeling a sense of crisis?"
Being found out, He Sang was embarrassed and let go of his hand.
The man was described as leaning there lazily, with a cold and unrestrained handsomeness.
"Assistant Jiang has been drinking, you drive her."
He Sang felt wronged, "I'm tired."
"Go to sleep if you're tired."
She stood up and turned to go upstairs.
"Stop." Liang Jishen was not sure whether he was happy or angry. "Go back to your house and sleep."
"This is my home. I have the title deed."
There seemed to be a smile in his eyes, but it also seemed like she was having an illusion. "Don't you want it?"
"I regret it."
Cheng Xun hurried back twenty minutes later. When he entered the room, he saw Jiang Xiaochu and was startled. "You didn't leave?"
She shook her head, as if she had been crying.
"What happened?"
Jiang Xiaochu sniffed, "Ms. He might hate me."
Cheng Xun glanced at the living room. He Sang was not there. Liang Jishen was still sitting on the sofa, his eyes closed. "Miss He has a good temper. If you don't provoke her, she won't mind."
"Mr. Liang indulges her, how dare I mess with her?" Jiang Xiaochu handed Cheng Xun a bowl of hangover soup. "Maybe I'm just an eyesore. I won't bother Mr. Liang anymore. You can take it in for me."
Cheng Xun walked up to Liang Jishen, holding a hangover soup in one hand and a briefcase in the other. "Xiao Chu made some hangover soup. Please try it."
The man didn't touch it and moved away from the coffee table. "You inform Gu Jianghai that I have evidence that Song He caused her car accident."
The lights were dim, and Liang Jishen's expression was unclear. "Do you have the restaurant video?"
"It's in my hands." Cheng Xun reminded him, acting as his secretary. "Once the video is handed over, there's no turning back. Miss Song will definitely go to jail. The incident happened in Hebei Province. After she recovers and is discharged from the hospital, Gu Jianghai will be transferred to the custody of the Hebei Province."
Liang Jishen nodded.
Zhonghai's second-quarter project materials were due for a meeting tomorrow. Liang Jishen didn't have the energy to review them, so Cheng Xun worked overtime overnight. Jiang Xiaochu's rental apartment was in the North City district, while this was in the South City district, a long journey. She had been drinking, so Liang Jishen, concerned about her safety, let her stay overnight. Cheng Xun stayed in the study, and Jiang Xiaochu stayed in the guest room across the street.
He Sang hid in the bathroom and called Mrs. Qiu. Mrs. Qiu was waiting for her and answered the phone impatiently, "Are you reconciled?"
She leaned listlessly against the sink, "I followed your instructions, but he didn't buy it."
"Is he stupid? Old Qiu is over 40 years old, and he still tries some tricks on the car occasionally. You used to do that often, so he's not surprised by it. Is it because your dance costume isn't sexy enough?"
"I've never been like this before." He Sang cried, "Mrs. Qiu, can you come to Jinyue Mansion to pick me up?"
"If I take you away, how can you and Mr. Liang reconcile in this lifetime? If he is determined to ignore you, it will be difficult to find another opportunity next time if you give up halfway this time."
He Sang wiped away her tears, and her sobs softened Mrs. Qiu's ears. "Go climb into Mr. Liang's bed. They quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. If he doesn't kick you, then just lie down!"
She pursed her lips, "What if he kicked me? Secretary Cheng and Jiang Xiaochu are both here..."
"How could a grown man like him kick you out? Other men might, but Mr. Liang wouldn't. Xiao He, face and a man are like fish and bear's paw, you can't have both—" Mrs. Qiu recalled something and was stunned for a moment, "Jiang Xiaochu?"
He Sang described the scene to her. Mrs. Qiu sneered, "You were right to follow Mr. Liang home. This little girl is very capable. You must be on your guard. Mr. Liang is a straight man. He doesn't understand women. We women understand women best."
She took a deep breath, hung up the phone, and reached out to open the door a crack, "Third Brother."
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