"Is that why you doubt me?"
What he said made me, a monk as tall as two feet tall, confused. I thought that at this time he would ask me why I was here, or whether I asked Xuanxuan to ask that question.
I opened my mouth and was about to speak when Xuanxuan suddenly broke free from Chu Jin's restraint and rushed over to ask Liang Sheng, "Now that there is no one around, let's talk about it. What is your relationship with Jingjing?"
Chu Jin followed and wanted to stop Xuan Xuan. Liang Sheng glanced at Chu Jin and said calmly: "Forget it Chu Jin."
"Come in." Of course he said this to me. After saying that, he turned around and walked in, moving a chair casually, "Sit down."
I kept a distance of more than one meter from him, stood still, and looked at Liang Sheng without blinking.
"Actually, it doesn't hurt to tell you." Liang Sheng stood by the window, the outline of his face blurred by the backlight. He was silent for nearly a minute, and then only said one sentence: "That is Jing Jing and my father's son. "
Chu Jin didn't have any trouble. He had obviously known about it for a long time. You can imagine the expressions on Xuanxuan and I's faces, which were almost dumbfounded.
"Ning Jing and Chairman? Isn't that your brother?" Xuanxuan exclaimed. It was really surprising to come to this conclusion.
Liang Sheng lost his expression, and Chu Jinti replied: "Only a few senior executives within Yuan Sheng who are close to the chairman know about this matter. Shen Yan, Liang Sheng did not confess to you in advance because of the overall situation. I hope You understand."
All my thoughts were shocked. All my previous doubts about Liang Sheng were wiped away. All that was left was feeling ashamed. I shook my head and my hands: "No, no, no, no. No." , I mean, I don’t understand, I understand, I understand.”
I started to speak fluently and stammered.
Xuanxuan's focus was obviously different from mine. She covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Oh my God, Ning Jing and Chairman, this is really unbelievable. Mr. Liang, isn't that Ning Jing yours?"
I had long heard that Liang Mohua was also a womanizer when he was young, but he didn't expect that he would have a five-year-old illegitimate child at this age. I remember Liang Sheng said that his mother went to Australia for vacation last year. If his mother knew about Jing Jing, she would be very sad.
"If you say less, you won't die!" Chu Jin frowned and stared at Xuanxuan seriously. Seeing Chu Jin's serious expression for the first time, Xuanxuan was so frightened that she immediately bit her mouth. I dare not speak anymore.
Liang Sheng lowered his eyes and thought about something. Seeing that the atmosphere became a little weird, he chuckled softly, "Okay Chu Jin, you can discuss the matter discussed just now with Zhu Ren. I have something to say. You go first."
Chu Jin understood and quickly walked out of the office carrying Xuanxuan like a teacher carrying a pupil being punished. The sound of Xuanxuan's babbling in the corridor became smaller and smaller, until the surroundings were deathly silent. Liang Sheng walked towards me and said slowly: "If you have anything to do in the future, just ask me directly. Don't think about it alone. I'm already smart." If it’s not enough, why torture yourself anymore.”
"I" I suddenly lost my confidence and felt more and more guilty. Now I finally understood why Liang Sheng always laughed at me for my low IQ. I felt so stupid that I cried.
Before today, I could have sworn that my trust in Liang Sheng was unparalleled. After today's mistake, I realized that my trust in him was not half as much as I thought.
He pointed to the chair with his chin and said, "Sit."
I nodded and sat down obediently.
Like a police officer interrogating a prisoner, he paced back and forth in front of me at a leisurely pace. "Tell me, what were you thinking when you thought that child was mine?"
I have minimized my presence as much as possible, just because I was worried that he would ask me this, I shrunk my neck and didn’t dare to raise my eyes, just watching his pair of shiny leather shoes walking back and forth.
"Tell the truth." He reminded me coldly, as if he noticed that I was considering my lines in my mind.
Only then did I bite the bullet and timidly said, "I thought you and Jing Jing were already married."
"Then, what do you think about the relationship between us?" He continued, his voice neither salty nor cold. The less emotion I could hear, the more flustered I became.
"I didn't think much about it. I just thought how could you do that." I lowered my head and my voice was like a mosquito.
"What kind?" The leather shoes in front of me stopped, and his voice came closer to me, just above my head.
I swallowed my saliva and whispered, "Why bother with me when you're married?"
silence.
I didn't dare to look up, but he seemed to stand up straight, and after a while he uttered two words in a subtle way: "Very good."
"I was also flustered for a moment. My mind would be filled with those terrible thoughts, and I would have no extra reason to think about anything else. Don't blame me, I'm also scared. That's why..." I finally mustered up the courage to say what was in my heart. The idea, halfway through speaking, was blocked by his lips.
He grabbed my chin with one hand and swallowed my tongue hard. Without lingering too much, he withdrew directly and bit my lips without hesitation.
"I really want to eat you."
His voice was cold, finally becoming more unhappy. Although I was in pain, I was too guilty to make a sound, so I could only cover my mouth and regret it secretly.
"Shen Yan, are you an idiot? Don't you have the slightest sense of judgment when it comes to this kind of thing? Am I so dirty in your mind?" He pretended to be angry and scolded me, nailing every word. Very heavy.
God knows, I was so upset that I wanted to jump out of the window behind him. An ordinary apology could no longer express my repentance and piety. In desperation, I could only pledge myself to him.
I stood up like an injured cat crawling into its owner's arms, put my arms around his waist, hugged him tightly, and shook my head randomly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't blame me, I promise there won't be a next time, you Just forgive me."
I raised my watery eyes, which were filled with tears the moment I hugged him. I looked at him with such pitiful longing that no matter how cruel he was, he couldn't get angry at this time.
After being stunned for a moment, he sighed, "Okay, I'm not angry anymore, don't cry, be good." At the end, he added: "I owe you in my previous life." Then he stretched out his hand to hold me in his arms.
It was that familiar crisp rose fragrance again, mixed with his breath and coming close to my nose, making me a little intoxicated by the smell. I mustered up the courage, stood on tiptoes, and kissed his thin lips.
"Is this your attitude of apologizing?" A deep voice sounded leisurely in my ear.
I opened my eyes wide and took the initiative to throw myself into my arms and kisses. Isn’t that enough
He let out a stern look, and finally said, "I want a French kiss."
(End of chapter)