Chapter 98 Which Man Is It?
He Sang held the cigarette butt in his mouth, and was choked so much that he couldn't open his eyes. He didn't even take a puff, but his lungs were blocked and uncomfortable.
Liang Jishen's cigarettes have a mellow taste and are very strong. He is a heavy smoker and does not smoke cigarettes with a mellow taste. He relies on this stuff to refresh himself. Unless a woman is an heavy smoker, she cannot smoke it.
She continued to suck it stubbornly. Liang Jishen snatched it away and crushed it with his fingertips. His expression became even gloomier. "You're keeping it a secret for that person, right?"
His breath was originally warm, but at this moment, it felt chilling as it brushed against her cheek. The coldness in his eyes almost tore her apart from the bones to the skin.
Liang Jishen pinched her chin, forcing her to look up. His hands were rough, calloused, and the rubbing pain was like a sharp blade, cutting her by inches. "I'll ask you again, was that the cigarette you smoked?"
He Sang's eyes were filled with mist due to pain, "No."
It’s a man or a woman.”
"yes..."
Liang Jishen clenched his five fingers together and increased the strength little by little. He Sang felt his jaw dull and numb, and it was difficult for him to breathe, as if he was about to be completely crushed under his palm.
"Did any man come in?"
He Sang couldn't bear his strength, "Yes——"
"Which man?"
"It's a male colleague from the Drama Theater... I forgot my ID card in the dressing room, so he brought it to me."
She held a glimmer of hope.
If Liang Chihui had stopped Susu before the photos were exposed, this incident could have been resolved quietly. He had the power to suppress Susu. At the very least, he could have contacted the powerful figure behind Susu. If he confronted her face to face, the powerful figure would surely give him face, and Susu would naturally give in. The reason she acted so recklessly was because He Sang couldn't contact her man, and neither could her colleagues at the theater. Susu was very wary of powerful figures, fearing that she would be poached by a more beautiful actress. Even if everyone knew that she was having an affair with a male actor, there was no way to expose her.
He Sang knew exactly how chauvinistic Liang Jishen was and how overbearing his mysophobia was.
Although she and Liang Chihui were innocent, he would definitely get angry if he saw such an intimate photo and associate it with an improper relationship.
She could only keep it secret for now.
Su Su was afraid of Liang Chihui's pressure and stopped on her own initiative.
"Are they really colleagues?"
He Sang burst into tears, tears falling down her face. Her swollen red lips were the color of those he had loved and ravaged. Liang Jishen also regained his sanity.
He Sang hated to see women cry. It was an occupational ailment for her. Once, he took her on a business trip to Northeast China. There was bound to be some drama at the drinking party. A female PR representative from a partner company offered him a few drinks. Seeing that he was enjoying himself, she unexpectedly sat on his lap to feed him the wine. He immediately turned his face pale and pushed her away in time. Unfortunately, He Sang happened to see her sitting on his lap. Furthermore, they had agreed to return to the hotel at 10 o'clock, but the other company's boss was so gracious that after dinner he even treated him to a sauna at the spa. He didn't return until the early hours of the morning. He Sang thought he had slept with the female PR representative. He hid in bed, feeling wronged. By the morning, his eyelids were swollen like peaches.
Zhou Kun also said that you can't reason with women. If you lose, it's shameful; if you win, it makes you look petty. As long as you don't cheat on yourself, there's nothing you can't overcome.
Liang Jishen relaxed his grip a little, "Why don't you just confess directly?"
He Sang lowered his head and said, "I'm afraid you'll think too much."
The man pulled her and she lost her balance, falling into his arms. He unbuttoned the front of her dress, revealing a white lace bra underneath her knitted skirt, which she also wore in Taohuawu.
Nothing can really happen if you don't even change your clothes.
In the dead of night, between a man and a woman, if something happened, it was bound to happen.
Liang Jishen's expression softened a bit. "The man I met downstairs, was that him?"
"You encountered it?"
He Sang was stunned. He probably didn't see the appearance clearly.
Liang Chihui was very tall, one of the tallest men, very eye-catching and easy to recognize. There were no male actors that tall in the theater.
"No, he's been gone for a while."
Liang Jishen stared at her, his emotions unclear. "Will you bring him back next time?"
She shook her head, "No."
"If I don't take him, I'll just leave all men alone."
"I don't bring any..." He Sang's nose tip was also red, and tears flowed through the small hairs under his cheekbones, washing them crystal clear and pitiful.
Liang Jishen said nothing more.
That night, He Sang slept extremely uneasily, looking at him from time to time. He came for desire, but did not do it in the end. He leaned against the head of the bed and smoked in the first half of the night, and lay down in the second half.
It spoiled his fun.
While Liang Jishen was smoking in the middle of the night, he went to the living room and called Cheng Xun, asking him to go to the drama theater to investigate whether there were any male colleagues who had close contacts with He Sang.
Cheng Xun didn't quite understand, "What do you mean by closely?"
"That's what you understand."
Cheng Xun was secretly amazed, Miss He has made great progress.
If you don't make a sound, you will be a big surprise when you do.
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The next day, Liang Jishen was also woken up by a phone call.
"Are you still going to be the vice president? Are you still going to hold the position of secretary concurrently?" the man was furious. "Ji Shen, I admit that you are very capable. You have officially taken over Zhonghai for less than two months. You have carried out drastic reforms and helped the province recover hundreds of millions of public funds. You have made contributions that have exceeded our expectations of you, but you cannot be complacent—"
"Keep your voice down." Liang Jishen frowned. "If you're angry, take it out on your secretary. What are you yelling about?"
The man was stunned. "Where are you?"
"On the bed."
"Liang Jishen!" The man put his hands on his hips and took a long breath. He couldn't be scolded or make a fuss. He had a bad temper, but he was really capable. When Zhonghai was handed over to him, everyone, from top to bottom, submitted to him. If not in their hearts, they would at least submit in words.
China Overseas Group has been on a downward trend in recent years. As a leading provincial enterprise, it cannot pay taxes and even needs public subsidies. The management has enriched themselves, the board of directors is factional, and the eight members are divided into six camps. You can imagine how chaotic it is.
After Liang Jishen was parachuted in, China Overseas Group showed signs of transformation. He broke up the six camps and concentrated the actual power in the hands of the secretary and deputy secretary. The secretary was old and on the verge of retirement. Liang Jishen completely controlled the overall situation of China Overseas Group and became the youngest powerful leader in Hebei Province.
"Deputy Secretary Liang, you only asked me for half a day off. Could you please do me a favor and go back to Zhonghai?"
Liang Jishen laughed, "Teacher Zhang, I don't dare to accept that title."
"You dare? Why wouldn't you dare?" the man said helplessly. "How long has it been?"
"How long?"
"How long has this girl been with you?"
Liang Jishen gently stroked He Sang's naked back, "More than a year."
"Hasn't that been enough?" the man said angrily. "At the press conference for the opening of Line 7, that reporter asking about your personal life was bribed by your rivals to plot against you?"
"Vice President Meng."
The man sneered, "Meng Changze has walked into his own trap! Originally, we were going to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, a mediocre chicken, to warn the heads of provincial enterprises to be more careful and not be too greedy. Meng Changze is a big chicken after all, a relative of your secretary, so it's only right that we let him go. Since he's asking for it, let's kill him."
Liang Jishen nodded, hung up the phone with one hand, and hugged He Sang with the other. She was sleeping soundly, with her eyes slightly open. The morning light shone through the curtains and onto her face, coating it with a layer of charming and alluring golden light.
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