Chapter 18 It Has Nothing to Do with Her

The man half-clenched his fist and pressed it against his forehead. "It's Mother's death anniversary soon, otherwise I wouldn't be interested in coming back."

"Madam is Mr. Liang's original wife. The Liang family should have belonged to you. The second and third sons will at best inherit some of the family property you despise." The driver glanced at the man in the rearview mirror. "With your return, those two families will be restless. Sister Fang said that Yao Wenji is in the late stage of cancer, and Mr. Liang, out of consideration for their relationship, has taken her back to the old house to recuperate."

The man looked calm and didn't take it seriously. "Really?"

"Yao Wenji's appetite is much greater than Ji Xilan's. She was pregnant when she married into the Liang family. After all, his wife had just passed away six months ago, and Director Liang didn't plan to remarry so soon, but her pregnancy couldn't be delayed."

The car drove into a magnificent golden iron gate. At the same time, He Sang paid the fare and went to the private Lushan Hotel through the VIP channel.

The manager was waiting for her at the door. "Mr. Liang isn't here." He opened the window and pointed to the viewing lake across the street. "In Courtyard 2."

Liang Jishen hadn't told her he'd moved. With the previous incident from last night as a warning, He Sang was wary. "I can't contact him."

The manager laughed, "Entering the Lakeside Pavilion will block all communication tools. You won't be able to reach Mr. Liang."

There is a restaurant in each courtyard of Zhuyuan, and the daily fee is 300,000 yuan. The most important thing for the drinking and dining parties of dignitaries is confidentiality. Taking photos and recording are taboos. If there is any loophole in the facilities, it will be impossible to win over the bigwigs from all walks of life.

He Sang came out of the room. Downstairs was the ferry boat that led to the pavilion in the center of the lake. There were six boats in total, picking up and seeing off guests.

There was only one boat left, and it was about to sail. A male passenger was standing on the deck, his back alone. He looked very gentle, perhaps because of his clothes. He was wearing a uniform-style suit and coat, which was crisp and straight, making him look elegant, but also dignified and heroic.

Very special and rare.

He Sang grabbed the rope and said, "Sir! There's no boat left. Can you take me with you?"

The man seemed not to hear, with one hand in the side pocket of his trousers and the other hand opening the collar of his coat.

He Sang was afraid that he would find the detour troublesome and refuse her. "I'll go to Courtyard No. 2. You can take me there first, then I can take you there." She was shivering with cold. "I'm going to the cabin to avoid the wind. It's too cold."

The man's body moved noticeably, and his voice was low, mellow and gentle, "Come up."

She jumped onto the deck, and the boat swayed from side to side, losing balance and falling into the cabin. At the critical moment, the man grabbed He Sang's coat belt. He was tall, with long arms and legs, and his waist strength was amazing. He pulled and supported her, steadying her.

He Sang grabbed the mast and expressed his gratitude.

The man never looked at her from beginning to end, nor did he respond to her thanks.

The man operating the ferry was a man in his fifties. He Sang approached him and asked, "Which courtyard is he in?"

"All in number 2."

She looked at the man in disbelief, "Are you going to Courtyard No. 2 too?"

The man stood at the stern, still with his back to her. The wind on the lake grew stronger, blowing open a corner of his clothes. He Sang vaguely guessed his identity and sat down quietly.

When they arrived at the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the man passed by her in silence and went ashore first.

As expected, the CEO of Zhuyuan personally greeted him, "Secretary-General Liang, your presence here brings honor to Zhuyuan."

He took off his coat, handed it to the waiter, and walked into the courtyard under the guidance of the boss.

He Sang recalled Li Zhen's words, "The men of the Liang family are all outstanding and shining."

Liang Jing's temperament does indeed have the style of being well-versed in the diplomatic world and the steadiness to fight against powerful opponents.

When the group in front walked more than ten meters, Liang Jing suddenly stopped and whispered something to the boss. The boss turned his head and looked around, and responded with a few words. Then, the man entered the private room alone.

The boss went back to greet He Sang, "Miss He, are you a guest from Courtyard No. 2?"

"yes."

"With Secretary Liang?"

"No." She explained immediately, "It's Mr. Liang San."

The boss kindly reminded, "Tonight is the welcoming banquet that the Liang family is holding for Secretary Liang."

He Sang was stunned. Although she had been to the Liang family and sat at the same table with Liang Yanzhang, Liang Jing was such a big shot that everyone in the province wanted to curry favor with him. A woman without a legitimate status was absolutely not qualified to attend such a formal family dinner where he was the main character.

He Sang didn't know what went wrong, but returning home was the right decision. "I misremembered it."

Just as he finished speaking, the door opened from the inside, and Liang Chihui happened to see He Sang in the corridor, "Miss He."

She paused.

The lights in the private room were on. Liang Yanzhang and Liang Jing sat in the two main seats respectively, Ji Xilan was on the left, Liang Chihui was on the right, and to the left of Ji Xilan was Liang Jishen.

He frowned silently, and Ji Xilan's smile stopped abruptly.

"Mr. Liang, Mrs. Liang."

He Sang was very polite and greeted everyone in turn.

When it was Liang Jing's turn, she hesitated about how to address him, Secretary Liang or Young Master Liang. Liang Chihui took the initiative to introduce him to her, "I am Liang Jing, the elder brother of Ji Shen and me. You can call me whatever you want, Miss He."

She took a small step and faced Liang Jing, "Liang——"

"We know each other." Liang Jing interrupted her, "An hour ago, one of her friends rear-ended my car."

After saying that, he turned his head and said, "He Sang from the Drama Theater."

She was stunned at first, then suddenly realized, "It's you?"

Liang Jing doesn't like to laugh very much. Even when dealing with polite situations with women, he is solemn and rarely shows smile lines.

"It turns out that Miss He met Big Brother earlier than us." Liang Chihui joked, "She seems to have a connection with the Liang family."

Liang Yanzhang smiled and said, "Have you had dinner yet?"

He Sang subconsciously raised his eyes. Liang Jishen had his eyelids drooped and was stroking a ceramic bowl.

After following him for a year, they had a tacit understanding, and He Sang understood that he was hinting for him to leave.

She lied, "My friend and I booked a buffet at the Lushan Hotel."

"The buffet at Lushan starts at 7 o'clock." Liang Chihui looked at his watch. "It's 6:30 now. Why not cancel and stay here?"

"Rat grouper and blue lobster are Zhuyuan's signature dishes. They are not often on the menu. Please sit down and try them." Liang Yanzhang gestured, and the waiter immediately moved a chair and placed it behind He Sang.

Ji Xilan was quite perceptive. She had the ability to subdue Liang Yanzhang for thirty years and was a woman of great talent. She stood up and said, "Change places with me. It's too hot in the room and I can't breathe. I'll guard the door and get some fresh air."

Liang Yanzhang glanced at her and smiled. "Now that I'm older, I have more things to do than when I was younger."

She complained, "You mean I'm not young anymore?"

"Of course he's younger than me."

"Younger girl, I am old." Ji Xilan walked up to He Sang, his eyes fixed on her face, but said to the waiter, "Move the chair."

He Sang stopped the waiter, "Mrs. Liang, how can I be qualified to attend the Liang family's family banquet? You are embarrassing me."

Ji Xilan had developed a knack for acting according to circumstances in the wealthy wife world. She appeared surprised, but in reality, she was poking at Liang Jing's soft spot, provoking his resentment. "Yan Zhang, I observed her closely. Her lips and face shape really have the charm of Sister Weng Qiong. No wonder you missed Sister Weng Qiong so much when you saw her portrayal of Feng Chengcheng."

Liang Yanzhang called Liang Jing, "She and your mother played the same role and wore the same crescent-white cheongsam."