【Double Life】The Redeemer

When An Jia returned to the room with the cough syrup, Liang Chuan was still coughing softly against his lips. His white face was flushed from coughing, and he tried to hold back his tears.

An Jia sighed, put the medicine beside Liang Chuan, sat next to Liang Chuan, and stroked his back to comfort him, "Don't hold back, Uncle Liang, the sound insulation in the room is very good."

Liang Chuan was short of breath, he simply covered his mouth with his hands, his eyelashes were stained with tears, and his shoulders trembled.

An Jia looked distressed, he grabbed the man's wrist, pulled it down forcefully, and then pressed him into his arms, "Uncle Liang, it's okay, my mother really can't bother him."

The cough finally eased. An Jia unscrewed the syrup cap, and Liang Chuan took it. After drinking it, the cough finally stopped. Drinking warm water, Liang Chuan apologized to An Jia, "I'm sorry Xiao Jia, it's so late...cough cough cough... It's exhausting." Eyelids droop, casting shadows.

An Jia's fingers tightened, and he put his hand on Liang Chuan's shoulder, "Uncle Liang, we are one family."

"Well, I know." After drinking the water, Liang Chuan smiled at An Jia, "Let's rest, I've been tired all day."

"Okay." An Jia responded, and the two of them lay on the bed, shoulder to shoulder, in a very intimate position, but Liang Chuan would never ask for a kiss when they met, and curl up in his arms when they got on the bed, like in his previous life.

An Jia's bosom was very empty, what he once wanted to escape, but now he was so eager to possess.

Sighing in the middle of the night, An Jia turned sideways, leaned her chin on Liang Chuan's thin shoulder, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Can't Xiao Jia fall asleep?" Liang Chuan asked while lying on his side with his back to An Jia.

"No." An Jia kissed his earlobe, "I just want to hug you."

"Ah..." Liang Chuan was surprised, and his hands under the quilt covered An Jia's hands, "Go to sleep."

"Uncle Liang..." An Jia spoke again, with a lot of emotion in the ending.

"Well, what's wrong?" He asked softly.

"You said we'd be happy."

Liang Chuan was taken aback. This was what he said repeatedly to An Jia in his previous life, and it was also his obsession in his previous life. He held on to this obsession, thinking that he could give An Jia happiness, and he was unwilling to let go.

But now...

He swallowed in the night, a trace of bewilderment slipped through his eyes, and finally hummed lightly.

"Well...it's okay, if Uncle Liang doesn't believe me, I'll make us happy." An Jia promised behind him.

The room fell silent, and after a long, long time, Liang Chuan said softly, "I... believe it."

...

Life still had to move on, and after An Jia and Liang Chuan raised the matter about the child, Liang Chuan also agreed.Just as a requirement, there must be an An Jia.

They chose a pregnant mother together, gave them generous conditions, hired someone to take care of them, and waited for the child's arrival together.

Liang Chuan of the Liang family has been completely handed over to An Jia. An Jia once asked him to go back, but Liang Chuan refused. Even if he only holds a small position in it, many people will have other thoughts.

But apart from running the company, Liang Chuan doesn't seem to have any other hobbies. He himself doesn't want to sit around doing nothing all day, so he took over the medical device company that he and Tao Ran have cooperated with for a long time, and continues to be the president in another place, although he is just a little president.

An Jia's entertainment is far more than Liang Chuan's.

...

Turn on the faucet, let out cold water, hold it up to wash your face with cold water, and pat your face vigorously, only then can you sober yourself up a lot.

He tugged at his tie, burning in his throat and stomach.

An Jia stared at herself in the mirror for a few seconds before taking out her phone. There were no missed calls, only three messages.

Uncle Liang [Xiao Jia, when will you be back? 】

[There is a very important reception tonight, and I won't be able to go back until very late, Uncle Liang, you should go to bed early, so you don't have to wait for me. 】

[Okay, Xiao Jia, don't force yourself too much, pay attention to your body. 】

Then there was no more, and there was no phone call.

In An Jia's heart, childish and dissatisfied emotions arose, but all of this was the bitter fruit of his own making. Now Liang Chuan is not as pressing on his whereabouts as he was in his previous life, and he feels lost...

People are really cheap.

His jaw stretched into a cold and hard arc, and his stomach hurt a little more, he deserved it.

Pressing her finger on her stomach, An Jia cursed secretly.

When he walked out of the bathroom, his assistant handed over the hangover soup and stomach medicine, "Mr. An, this is the hangover soup and stomach medicine sent by Mr. Liang, so that you can feel better after drinking it."

My heart suddenly warmed up, and then I felt a subtle discomfort, "Did someone send it?"

"Yes, Mr. Liang's driver."

"Uncle Liang has contact with you?"

"Ah, yes, Mr. Liang just asked me to tell him when the banquet was about to end so that he could send something over."

Would you rather talk to your assistant than disturb yourself?

Liang Chuan never needed to be so careful.

After several changes in the expression on his face, he was wronged, sad, and depressed, but he couldn't vent.

"Mr. An, your face..."

The muscles in his cheeks trembled, and he looked at the assistant with dark eyes, "Does Uncle Liang send you messages every day?"

The assistant was also not sure if An Jia would be happy, "Mr. Liang, I just asked about your commute time, are you busy..."

"I'm not angry." An Jia said.

The assistant even smiled stiffly, not sure if he was really angry.

An Jia carried the sober soup, walked for a while with long legs, then turned to look at the assistant, "Go ahead and tell him, and don't mention that I asked, lest he think too much."

"Oh…"

After finding a place to drink hangover soup and stomach medicine, An Jia walked out of the hotel. His gaze fell on a low-key black Porsche not far from the mountain when a swaying man in a red suit stopped him. his way.

It is the general manager of the most recent partner.

"Mr. An, it's so late and you've drank so much. My house is nearby. Shall I make you some hangover soup?"

An Jia squinted at him, then pressed her temples, her eyes suddenly became a little confused, and she directly grabbed the assistant's hand, looking very drunk.

The assistant was a tall girl, but she was just a girl, and she almost couldn't meet her.

The high heels trembled a few times.

The general manager's peach blossom eyes brightened, and he was overjoyed, "Assistant Liu, let me help the general manager."

"Ah, no." The assistant hurriedly refused.

The general manager's expression also became ugly. When he wanted to start directly, one hand gently squeezed his wrist to block it back, "I'll do it." The voice was warm and pleasant, with a bit of coldness.

There is no one in the high society circle who does not know Liang Chuan, even if the other party is no longer active in it.

Liang Chuan helped An Jia up, and someone who pretended to be drunk still took some effort when he came up, fearing that Liang Chuan would overwhelm him.