Chapter 28 The Male Bodhisattva of the Study
No wonder he hadn't received any messages from Zhuang Fuyao. After the meeting, Liang Huaixu discovered his phone was broken.
There were photos inside that couldn't be deleted, so he didn't want to get a new phone; he just asked Secretary Cheng to send it for repair.
Secretary Cheng took the phone, hesitated, and said, "Professor He came during your meeting and bumped into the lady you brought with you."
Liang Huaixu raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "And what about them now?"
Secretary Cheng: "That lady said she had something to do and left first. Professor He is still waiting in your office."
"Um."
Liang Huaixu slowed his pace slightly and walked casually to his office.
After Zhou Ting closed the door for President Liang and went outside, she was stopped by Secretary Cheng who kept asking her about the situation.
The atmosphere in the secretariat was quite good, so they didn't shy away from asking some questions.
Agnes Chow also has a secondary account in gossip groups, so she naturally knows what's going on in the company right now.
He solemnly said, "I cannot reveal the other party's identity, but it's not what you think."
……
"What's up?"
Liang Huaixu sat down in the chair, took off his wristwatch, loosened a button, and wiped his hands with a wet tissue next to him.
“When I arrived, I saw your ‘student’,” He Zongqin said meaningfully.
Liang Huaixu didn't even look up. Seeing his indifference, He Zongqin couldn't hold back any longer. "You really found a young girl who looks like your ex-wife to be your stand-in?"
"substitute?"
This unfounded statement silenced Liang Huaixu for a moment before he finally said, "...She is my ex-wife."
He Zongqin's impression of Lao Liang's ex-wife has always been that of a powerful and charismatic socialite.
The person I met these past two days, although they look similar and are dressed very elegantly today, doesn't give off that same sense of pressure.
He Zongqin's first reaction was, "You're kidding me!"
Liang Huaixu felt somewhat helpless.
He felt that there would be many more misunderstandings like today in the future, and it was better to resolve them once and for all than to be troubled by them. "She has lost more than ten years of memories, so her mentality is equivalent to that of a person in their twenties."
His serious and earnest tone didn't sound like he was joking. Old Liang had no reason to lie to him about this.
"I can't believe such a thing exists."
He Zongqin frowned and asked Bo about his medical history with concern. He breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that aside from amnesia, there was nothing seriously wrong.
If that's the case, then it makes sense.
He Zongqin said, "No wonder you have no feelings for Shen Lian."
He inquired curiously, "So what do you think now? This is a good opportunity to rekindle things; with a little effort, we should be able to get back on track."
Liang Huaixu lowered his eyes, put his watch back on, and said in a clear voice, "According to you, this is not called reconciliation, this is called taking advantage of someone's misfortune."
Their relationship will not change because of her amnesia.
He knew that Zhuang Fuyao liked to pursue new experiences and excitement; skiing, skydiving, and diving were all activities she did every year.
With her qualifications, she could easily find a better and younger partner than him.
After the physical appearance she admired in her youth gradually faded, Liang Huaixu did not believe that she would like his dull and boring soul now.
Her feelings for him now are probably more of dependence and habit.
“Yes, you don’t take advantage of others in their distress.” He Zongqin chuckled lightly. “Don’t tell me the mark on your neck is a mosquito bite.”
Liang Huaixu said frankly, "It was indeed a mosquito bite."
He Zongqin didn't believe him and leaned closer to take a look. "Don't lie to me. Mosquito bites make you swell up, and this color..."
He was taken aback. "Hey, it really is swollen. Your skin must be really toxic to leave such a dramatic mark from just one bite."
This scrutiny, which went beyond social distancing, made Liang Huaixu move back uncomfortably. "So what brings you here?"
He Zongqin slapped his thigh, “You’ve got me all flustered, I almost forgot! I heard that Old Yu is sick, but he’s been keeping his condition a secret. Old Yu is so old…” He sighed, “He must have his reasons for keeping his condition a secret, so whether you want to visit him or not is up to you. I came here specifically to let you know about this.”
"Okay, I understand."
Liang Huaixu had actually received the news a couple of days ago, and he went to visit his teacher immediately.
As people get older, although they may say that they will die when they reach this age, in reality, the older they get, the more they care about life and death, and the less they want to die.
This startled the teacher, who was now pessimistically preparing to give his last words.
Fortunately, the final diagnosis was simply breathing difficulties caused by allergies.
The teacher was relieved and even shed a few tears.
"Okay, anyway, I've told you about it."
After delivering the message, He Zongqin didn't leave immediately, but instead leisurely played on his phone on the side.
Half an hour before he was supposed to leave work, he asked, "Shall we go out for dinner tonight? I heard that Old Xu's family opened a private kitchen, let's go and try it out."
"I'm not going." Liang Huaixu refused decisively. "I have something to do tonight."
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" He Zongqin looked at his friend resentfully, "You made me wait here for nothing for an hour."
Liang Huaixu gave him a cold look: "I didn't see you ask."
That makes sense.
Lao Liang is usually quite busy, managing such a large group, and every business deal he negotiates involves hundreds of millions of yuan.
When he said that, He Zongqin assumed it was because he was busy with work, and sighed, "Busy, busy, you're all busy, and I'm the only one with nothing to do."
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At six o'clock, Liang Huaixu left work on time.
With the intention of spending more time with Zhuang Fuyao, he focused on work efficiency during the day and tried to decline unnecessary social engagements.
So there wasn't much work-related stuff to do in the evening.
What exactly they'll be busy with depends on Zhuang Fuyao's arrangements.
During this period, they would take a walk in the neighborhood after dinner every night.
After their walks, he would sometimes study recipes and cook her a late-night snack.
If she goes out to play or stays in her room playing games with her friends, he will go to the gym to work out.
Deep down, I was still a little bothered by her comment after she'd been drinking: "Why don't you have abs anymore?"
When Zhuang Fuyao returned home, she brought back a game console. After dinner and a shower, she excitedly took it to the media room to study it.
Connecting the console to a large screen, combined with the sound effects of a home theater, will definitely make gaming an exceptionally enjoyable experience.
As she installed it, she called Song Qing, "Which game were we playing with last time?"
"Can this be played by one person? Oh right, the name sounds like it's for two people."
"……OK."
After hanging up the phone, she immediately sent Liang Huaixu a message: 【Where are you?】
Preface by Liang Huai: [Study.]
He didn't deliberately say he would accompany her; he would simply wait silently in the study for her arrangements every day.
Thinking that today was also a day to go for a walk, he changed into the sportswear that had been prepared in advance.
As he grabbed the hem of his shirt and started to take it off, the door suddenly opened.
This is what Zhuang Fuyao saw when she came in—
Flawless fair skin, perfectly thin and delicate.
Beneath his slightly defined six-pack abs, his sculpted V-line naturally extends to the waistband of his gray pants, creating a highly sexually charged image that contrasts sharply with the serious and proper study around him.
When she straightens her back, the gray pajama pants have a natural, undulating curve, giving a sense of restrained desire, and it is often the restraint that is most striking.
Male Bodhisattva.
Zhuang Fuyao's throat suddenly felt a little dry.
Unfortunately, before she could take a few more glances, Liang Huaixu had already changed his clothes.
"Professor Liang told me before that I don't need to knock when I enter the study. It turns out he wanted to show me this."
Originally a title representing knowledge, when she spoke it in her soft and melodious Jiangnan voice, it inexplicably took on a touch of elegance.
Liang Huaixu felt a tickle on his chest, like a cat's claw had scratched him. He blamed himself for not being thorough enough, but he really hadn't expected her to arrive so quickly.
It hadn't even been a few seconds since he replied to the message. And he had said long ago that she didn't need to knock before entering the study.
He managed to say with difficulty, "That's absolutely not what I meant."
Ignoring her, Zhuang Fuyao continued to admire her, saying, "I didn't expect you to maintain such a good figure. You're thirty-eight years old and still have such a great figure."
She was absolutely being sincere in her praise. Although Zhuang Fuyao had touched her while she was drunk, she had forgotten about it after she woke up.
So they didn't know that Liang Huaixu's physique was the result of his recent body-shaping training. Liang Huaixu's ears turned red unnaturally.
Will she think that he is deliberately maintaining his figure to wait for her to test him?
He opened his lips, as if to explain.
But he was worried that she had forgotten about it, so when he mentioned it, it reminded her.
Liang Huaixu avoided eye contact, cleared his throat, and said, "Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"Not going for a walk?"
Zhuang Fuyao looked at him leisurely, "So you're going for a walk in your pajamas?"
There's nothing wrong with wearing pajamas for a walk; she does it often herself.
But Liang Huaixu was different; he always dressed appropriately for whatever he did.
Even if you're just taking out the trash in the dead of winter, you won't be going out in your pajamas.
Her bright gaze fell on him, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across Liang Huaixu's face.
If he asks her to leave now, wouldn't it seem like he's being too dramatic?
But he couldn't bring himself to change his pants in front of his ex-wife without being invited.
He looked troubled, as if something was troubling him.
I have no idea what he's so conflicted about.
Zhuang Fuyao stopped teasing him. "Let's go. Instead of going for a walk, let's play games together."
She chose "A Couple's Journey," a song she had been longing for ever since playing with Song Qing a while ago.
After waiting two days, the game console I ordered online finally arrived. I'm going to have a go tonight!
She pulled Liang Huaixu to the sofa in the theater, handed him a controller, explained the operation to him, and said, "There are quite a few buttons, but only a few are useful... Have you memorized them?"
"Hmm." Liang Huaixu repeated it verbatim.
"Yes, that's it!"
Zhuang Fuyao was full of enthusiasm, thinking that with Liang Huaixu's intelligence, he would definitely learn it quickly, and their speed in passing the level would be very fast.
Twenty minutes later—
"No, you need to press the forward and jump keys at the same time."
"That's not how it is..."
"you……"
She discovered that Professor Liang was indeed very good at figuring out how to pass the game, but his controller skills were really not very flexible.
If she really couldn't teach him, Zhuang Fuyao could only help him operate the controls, but this couldn't go on forever. For levels that required teamwork, she couldn't operate two controllers by herself.
She finally managed to jump over, only to be clumsily pulled back to her original spot by Liang Huaixu.
"Liang Huaixu, you're driving me crazy—"
When Aunt Yuan brought in the fruit platter, she happened to hear Miss Zhuang scolding her husband.
Her hand trembled, and she almost dropped the fruit plate. After calming down, she quickly put the fruit away and left.
Frustrated by her incompetent teammate, Zhuang Fuyao stopped to rest, picked up a piece of cooling wax apple, chewed it, and said, "I finally know what the second window God closes for you is."
"What?" Liang Huaixu didn't feel angry at all; instead, he felt a little guilty for not playing the game well with her.
The first window is emotional insensitivity.
The second window is the game.
"nothing."
His good temper left Zhuang Fuyao speechless. After calming down, she realized she had scolded him too much and suddenly felt a surge of affection for him. She forked a piece of strawberry and handed it to him.
It's the fork she used.
Liang Huaixu glanced at him lightly, but this time he didn't say anything like "inappropriate" or "bad".
Every time I tell her to do it, she obediently agrees and then does it again next time.
Gradually, his thoughts shifted from "inappropriate" and "bad" to the fact that this was a special privilege she was giving him.
After leisurely eating some fruit, Zhuang Fuyao suddenly felt a little tired, but not sleepy, and it wasn't time to go to bed yet.
She leaned against the sofa and played on her phone for a while, but then felt that the position wasn't comfortable enough and wanted to lie down.
She set her sights on Liang Huaixu's firm thighs.
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