Chapter 202 You Are Enough to Tempt Me
"Thunderstorm" has completed three acts and is now performing the last act, which is the climax of the whole play.
The venue was packed, the VIP area was also full, with only 16 rows of seats left in the corners.
Although Liang Jishen kept a low profile during his visit, as soon as the door opened, the dark auditorium lit up. In the middle of row 14 was the end of the VIP seats, where a couple sat. They were the financial directors of the Zhang Group. They didn't hold high positions, but they held real power, and therefore enjoyed considerable respect in Hebei Province.
The man didn't know if Liang Jishen had noticed him, but fearing that any inattention would upset this upstart in the power arena, he went around row 15 and followed to row 16. "Mr. Liang, would you like to see your wife perform?"
Liang Jishen bowed slightly as a courtesy, "I'm here to pick her up from get off work. I'm here early."
The man bowed humbly and said, "If you have the chance, please do me a favor and get together for a drink."
He laughed, "Zhonghai and the Zhang Group have never had any dealings."
"It's a private dinner."
Liang Jishen restrained his expression. "The provincial government has clearly stipulated that provincial enterprise leaders are not allowed to attend any form of drinking parties, sign bills at public expense, or use the names of weddings and funerals to collect gifts. Mr. Wang, please forgive me."
The man agreed, "It's about some inside information about Guanghe Group. I think President Liang would be interested."
Liang Jishen narrowed his eyes.
Mr. Wang returned to his chair, and his wife leaned closer. "What did you talk about?"
"Just chatting."
"That's strange. Mr. Liang isn't short of money, so why would his woman show up in public? After all, it's a profession for entertainment, which is unpleasant to hear."
Mr. Wang smacked his lips. "It's fun. On stage, I play someone else's wife, and off stage, it's my own wife. I can reminisce about it in bed. How exciting—"
The wife was so angry that she hit him with a hammer, "You men are so dirty!"
The curtain slowly opened, and He Sang was in the center of the stage, hugging a man in a sapphire blue gown. She had a pigtail and a red hairband, and she performed the essence of Sifeng: simple, timid, and innocent.
In order to ensure that the audience in the back row can see clearly, the makeup of the classic old version is relatively heavy, with blush applied like two lumps of red clouds, making the eyebrows and eyes look dark and handsome.
It was her first time playing the role of a maid, and she acted so well that Liang Jishen couldn't help laughing.
After the curtain call, it was time for a group photo with the main cast. He Sang didn't like this look very much and quietly slipped backstage.
As soon as I pushed the door open, a man occupied a corner of the sofa. He was wearing a blue shirt, black linen trousers, and his hair was neatly cut short. He had no waxing or styling, and his hair was smooth and thick. His outfit was simple and casual, but it couldn't hide his radiant demeanor.
She didn't know that Liang Jishen was backstage, so she immediately covered her face, leaving only her dark eyes exposed.
"What are you doing here?"
Without looking up, the man picked up the photo album on the wooden shelf and flipped through her photos with great interest. "Don't you want me to pick you up?"
He Sang carefully moved towards the dressing table. "You got promoted, so you have a lot of official duties."
"I can work the night shift after you're asleep." Liang Jishen closed the photo album and looked at her. "It's a husband's duty to personally take his wife home."
He Sang looked at him through his fingers and said sweetly, "I don't want you to suffer..."
The man restrained himself, raised his eyebrows, and pretended to be surprised, "Whose pretty girl is this? Let me take a look."
She refused, "I'm going to wash my face——"
Liang Jishen took a step forward, put his right arm around her, and pressed her into his arms. "I've seen you wake up disheveled, too. Why are you embarrassed?"
He Sang buried his head in his hands, his voice muffled, "I looked better when I was unkempt than now."
"That's not necessarily true." The man revealed his true self. "I have pimples, dark circles, and eye mucus."
She was holding her hands so tightly that she couldn't breathe. She quickly opened her hands, took a breath, and tried to cover them again. Liang Jishen moved swiftly, grabbed her hands, and pried them apart, exposing her entire face clearly.
It was not clear on the stage, but it is clear now.
Bright red, cute and childish.
This is a new and very different He Sang.
"I won't let you see..." She shook her head like a rattle.
"It looks good." Liang Jishen coaxed her, "Open your eyes."
He Sang still shook his head.
The next second, she felt her face was wet, and a stream of water flowed from her forehead to her chin, and then back to her forehead, with a force that was neither light nor heavy, over and over again.
She finally opened her eyes a little.
Liang Jishen threw away the dirty makeup remover wipes, and her original face was reflected in his eyes, with curved eyebrows and bright eyes.
The man kissed her cheek. He didn't like the smell of makeup remover, but he liked her scent, which was almost imperceptible and immersed in her skin. Only he could capture it.
Liang Jishen put his hand against her ear and whispered to her in a hoarse voice, "Mrs. Liang is beautiful no matter what, and she is enough to seduce me."
He Sang felt as if an electric shock ran through his body, paralyzing him all the way to his head.
She slumped against the man's chest.
Cheng Xun walked in with his colleagues who had just finished the show, followed by the theater security guard, who was carrying more than 40 food boxes, the packaging of which was the Taoyuan trademark.
Liang Jishen smiled and said, "Mrs. Liang will treat you to a midnight snack."
They screamed and cheered, each receiving a bag. The female colleague closest to Liang Jishen opened the box and said, "Tao Yan from the Provincial Drama Theater posted on her WeChat Moments to brag about how Mr. Liang treated us to Cantonese food at Zhuyuan. Even the security guards got a portion. That meal cost over 200,000 yuan. We're so envious. Mr. Liang is treating us today, so I want to show off too."
He Sang couldn't help but clench his fists and his breathing stagnated.
Liang Jishen's smile faded, and he leaned over to ask, "Is he treating?"
"Yes," the lesbian pleaded innocent. "Mrs. Hu was causing trouble, and Mr. Liang was backstage comforting Sister Sang and throwing her a grand celebration banquet to smooth things over. The theater even misunderstood them as lovers."
Liang Jishen's face was calm, but there was a hint of anger in it.
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