Chapter 183 The truth within reach

That sentence seemed to come from a woman's mouth. Liang Chihui listened carefully and the outline of He Sang gradually emerged.

"Chi Hui, did you drink alcohol at the social event? I made a bowl of hangover soup."

"Chi Hui, I bought you a shirt today, please try it on."

"Chi Hui, my bath towel is hanging on the balcony, please take it away."

He Sang was wearing a pink home dress, a light white apron, and a loose ponytail. Her nails were unpainted and trimmed into plump little ovals. She smiled as she approached him step by step.

Liang Chihui had not felt the warmth of a woman busy waiting for him at home for many years.

For some reason, at this moment, a scene that had never happened suddenly emerged in his mind, but it was so clear and so real that it was within reach.

"Mr. Liang?" He Sang waved his hand in front of him.

Liang Chihui looked at her, "What's wrong?"

"I'm going downstairs."

The stairs are not narrow, it just happens to be a little crowded because the wooden steps are tilted at the corner.

"Sorry." He held his suit with his left arm, stood upright sideways, and tried to make as much space as possible. He Sang leaned his back against the wall, rubbed the corner, and went straight to the kitchen.

"Sister Fang! Do you have a small cooking pot? I want to make soup."

"There's a soup pot." Sister Fang opened the cabinet door. "What kind of soup would you like? I'll make it."

He Sang shook his head. "He only drinks what I cook. He has a headache. I learned medicinal cuisine from a chef from Northeast China. At first, I wasn't good at the dosage of the herbs, and the soup was very bitter. Later, I wasted a lot of ingredients and barely succeeded."

Sister Fang laughed, "No wonder the Third Young Master dotes on you. Which girl of your age would be willing to cook?"

She hesitated for a second and said, "I'll cook a big pot. Maybe Mr. Liang and his wife will like it too."

"Mr. Liang likes medicinal food, but Madam can't get used to the taste of herbs. Please cook a few more dates. Madam likes black dates."

Fang Jie knew that Liang Jing didn't dislike He Sang, which was incredibly rare. Perhaps He Sang and Weng Qiong were both actors, having played the same role before. Plus, He Sang wasn't impetuous or flirtatious. And the men in the Liang family all had sharp eyes. If they liked each other, they'd naturally tolerate him. If they didn't, no amount of flattery would help.

Because Liang Jing treated He Sang well, Sister Fang was willing to give her some advice and ease the tension with Ji Xilan.

He Sang followed Sister Fang to the basement. The Liang family was wealthy, and they had the best food, clothing, housing, transportation, and all kinds of tonics. He Sang picked two items from the shelf and returned to the first floor.

Passing by the living room, Liang Chihui was cleaning his leather shoes in the bathroom with the door open. Sister Fang noticed him at this time and asked, "Second Master, are you having dinner at the old house?"

"I'm not hungry. Go back to the house and rest."

As they passed each other, he nodded politely, and He Sang also nodded.

One went south, the other went north. Liang Chihui stopped again and turned his head to look.

There was a bottle of white tea scented shower gel in the bathroom of the guest room. He had used it once one night last week, but he was not used to the smell. Now, when He Sang walked around and a breeze was created, he smelled it again.

Sweet and fragrant.

Like a soft needle tip, piercing his blood vessels.

It was fierce for a moment, then returned to calm.

Liang Chihui returned to the bedroom silently, turned on the faucet in the bathroom, and sank to the bottom of the pool.

The water rushed down on his head for a long while. He stood up panting, took the towel off the metal rack, and wiped the water droplets with an expressionless face.

The secretary just pushed the door open and said, "Mr. Liang, tomorrow's meeting draft."

Liang Chihui regained his usual calm demeanor and asked, "Have you notified the board of directors?"

"I've notified you. You've officially resumed your duties. I've instructed the directors, senior management, and the secretariat one by one that no one is allowed to be absent."

The man sat down and took the folder, "Keep an eye on Feng Zhikui."

"Don't worry, Feng Zhikui is using you as a lifeline. He would rather bear the consequences himself than drag you down and cut off his own escape route."

Liang Chihui chuckled, "A loser who is stupid enough to wait for me to save him is no longer useful."

"Feng Zhikui's time in prison was tough. Guanghe Group reported 29 major accidents and over 80 minor accidents to the city. Half of the construction workers killed and injured in Hebei Province were on Guanghe Group projects. The families were fully prepared to give up their compensation, but Feng Zhikui, driven by greed, even pocketed the compensation. The migrant workers petitioned for their rights, but unfortunately, it was unsuccessful. Feng Zhikui's future prison guards and fellow inmates must also resent this unscrupulous businessman who exploits the lower classes. He couldn't bear the fall from heaven to hell."

Liang Chihui calmly flipped through a page of the meeting draft and asked, "Is there any news about Huang Biao?"

The secretary said, "The verdict will be announced in June. I guess he won't appeal."

"Arrange a meeting between him and his ex-wife, and remember to tell him that there's no point in appealing. He'll plead guilty to whatever the court decides. I won't break my promise to support his family."

......

Liang Jishen had just finished approving the contract when he received a call from Zhao Kai.

There was no nonsense, and he got straight to the point. "Feng Zhikui gave someone away."

"I know."

Zhao Kai was surprised, "You know?"

Liang Jishen stood on the terrace and said, "Yeah."

"Do you know who it is?" Zhao Kai couldn't believe it.

Given his personality, he knew that he had to intervene, and it was not in his nature to remain inactive until now.

"Are you hesitant to do it because of some concerns?"

The man leaned over the mast. The laurel tree in the courtyard was lush and green, sprouting at the beginning of the month and flourishing in the middle of the month. "Do you have any evidence?"

Zhao Kai tapped the corner of the table, "Let me ask."

During the twenty hours in the interrogation room, Feng Zhikui smoked only a pack of cigarettes and was not given any food or water. Zhao Kai also accompanied him without eating or drinking.

At this time, Feng Zhikui was slumped listlessly in the interrogation chair.

"Where's the evidence?"

He yawned. "The old fox is smart and wiped it clean. I have no evidence, but what I confessed is the truth. I have no reason to slander him. We don't interact openly."

Zhao Kai narrowed his eyes, "Did Liang Chihui participate?"

Feng Zhikui held up his empty cigarette pack, squashing it as if to vent his frustration. "I didn't know."

"What kind of place is this! Are you still not telling the truth? Huang Biao is your backer, and Liang Chihui is Huang Biao's boss. You're in the same circle, and you don't know about this?"

"What do I know?" Feng Zhikui's eyes were bloodshot, as if he had stepped on a sore spot. "I'm a dog, a dog at the feet of a big shot! Do you think I have dignity just because I'm rich? No, I can never squeeze into the Liang family's circle. Hu Dafa and I are in the same circle. The Liang family, or even those one level or two levels lower than the Liang family, still won't accept me. I make money, I work hard to make money, I don't care where the money comes from, one day I will be richer than them, I'm not a dog anymore, I'm a master, I'm everyone's master!"

He laughed out loud, his veins bulging, like a madman.

Zhao Kai let out a long sigh, obviously he couldn't ask anything more.

There are not many loopholes in Feng Zhikui's more than 40 pages of transcripts. Perhaps due to his professional intuition, Zhao Kai believes that the water in Guanghe Group is not ordinary deep, at least much more turbid than what has been exposed so far.

While interrogating Feng Zhikui, Zhao Kai couldn't help but recall his meeting with Liang Chihui in the morning.

He was a man with unfathomable cunning, wisdom and calmness to the extreme.

......

When Liang Yanzhang walked in the evening, he found Ji Xilan alone in the large living room. The second and third sons' cars were parked in the garage. Despite being quite a family, the place was still deserted. He immediately understood, "Did you provoke the third son again?"

When Ji Xilan and the third brother quarreled, the second brother always avoided them, as it was inappropriate for him to be present in the third brother's internal affairs.

Unless Liang Yanzhang was around, the second brother would quietly find a corner and watch the fun with an unsatisfied look on his face.

"Zhao Kai detained He Sang at the funeral, and the third brother took her home again. I think she drugged the third brother, and he's lost his mind." Ji Xilan accidentally glanced at the white jade chessboard on the balcony. It belonged to Liang Chihui. "The second brother is also not normal. The only one left is Liang Jing to hold the ground."

Liang Yanzhang couldn't help laughing. "What do you mean by 'holding our ground'? That's a misuse of words!"

"You, stop pretending." Ji Xilan said bluntly, "He Sang is born to defeat the Liang family. You should remind Liang Jing that his position must not collapse again."