Chapter 229 Have you ever given a woman a ride before?

He Sang lowered his hands, "Second brother."

The man's eyes swept over her neck. There were some small scrapes here and there. After applying ointment overnight, the bloodstains faded. Her shoulder was seriously injured and had a cut. On the way back to the old house last night, he called Lao Yang to ask about the situation. Lao Yang knew that he was the one who saved He Sang. Just like Liang Jing, out of concern for his sister-in-law, he told him directly. The shoulder injury was bandaged and medicine was prescribed, but there was no time to treat the neck injury. She missed the third young master too much and hurriedly took the last high-speed train to another province.

True friendship in times of adversity.

Liang Chihui never believed in this kind of affection in his life, nor did he believe in it.

He believes it because there are women in the world who value love over money, and he doesn't believe it because he hasn't met one.

The circle he moved in was full of dazzling flowers. When tall buildings were built, friends and women flocked to them. When the buildings collapsed, they ran away faster than the other and tried to distance themselves from the crowd.

If the third brother cannot prove his innocence in time, the consequences of this incident can be serious or minor. If it is serious, he will be sentenced to a few years in prison, and if it is minor, he will be ruined.

Such a proud and arrogant man was wronged again and was absolutely devastated.

He Sang wants to wait for him, comfort him, gamble the rest of his youth and patience, and accompany him out of the trough and start over.

No man would not cherish this courage to risk everything and stay together.

A tin of cigarettes lay on the picnic blanket outside the tent. Liang Chihui bent down and pulled out two packs, stuffing one into his pocket while holding the other in his hand. "A new brand?"

Mr. Qiu came over from the lakeside and said, "Mr. Liang's cigarettes haven't been officially launched yet."

He lit it up. It didn't have much of a nicotine smell, but rather a mint-like flavor, which had a calming effect on the mind. The base of his tongue felt cool, and it was pleasant and harmless.

Liang Jishen dismantled and sorted out the tent without saying a word.

"Gu Jianghai said that you're restricted from traveling. You have to pay the money first, and the restrictions will be lifted only after the suspect is arrested." Liang Chihui smiled faintly, and it was hard to tell whether it was sincere or not. "I'm very worried."

"My second brother is worried that the supplier might get caught, fail to withstand the interrogation, and give up someone he shouldn't have." Liang Jishen also smiled and looked at him, "So he's extremely anxious and is personally investigating the situation."

Liang Chihui's smile faded, "Are you so hostile towards my second brother?"

He Sang saw that the situation was getting out of control. He knew how cunning Liang Chihui was, as evidenced by several confrontations. Liang Jishen really couldn't stand any more trouble now.

"I was looking for stolen goods in Mrs. Zhao's wine cellar. Thanks to my second brother for helping me." He Sang pinched the back of his hand. "Let's go back to the manor and talk, Mrs. Qiu, is that convenient?"

"That's convenient." Mrs. Qiu agreed. "We couldn't be happier to have the Second Young Master as our guest."

He Sang pinched her fingernails hard, and sharp pain spread across her skin. Liang Jishen listened to advice, especially her advice. No matter how violent his temper was, she could suppress it by a lot.

He had a gloomy face and walked towards the manor without saying a word.

He Sang followed Mr. and Mrs. Qiu, walking behind. Liang Jishen was at the front, his steps brisk and energetic. The sunlight cast a warm, platinum glow on his frame, making him look broad and majestic. Even when danger loomed, when he panicked and lost himself in confusion, he remained composed, his emotions unwavering, and he had the demeanor of a fearless general.

This was the main reason his superiors valued him. Managing a large enterprise required both competence and presence, the ability to control the situation and keep people in check. The top leader had his own think tank, ensuring the overall operation wouldn't collapse. However, a smooth and experienced leadership team wouldn't easily submit to the rule. The sudden appearance of a young, inexperienced, meddling youngster, raising his own new faction and dominating the old, was unacceptable to anyone.

The leadership team of China Overseas Group is full of veterans. Except for Liang Jishen, who has a strong family background and strong personal ability, ordinary people would have been defeated by the ups and downs of their predecessors if they were to perform their duties.

"The cherry blossoms are blooming beautifully." Liang Chihui walked leisurely, admiring the pink cherry blossoms on the roadside.

Mrs. Qiu continued, "The cherry blossoms here are the most beautiful and lush in the province, and they've even won a National Geographic silver medal."

"Not really." He stopped and stared at the clusters of pink crowns high up. "I've seen more beautiful white cherry blossoms at Puhua Temple."

He Sang froze.

"It's a pity that the cherry blossoms will soon wither this year." Liang Chihui tilted his head slightly. "Has Mrs. Qiu seen it?"

"Bai Ying, I didn't notice... Where's Lao Qiu?"

Mr. Qiu was carrying two buckets and two fishing rods, panting, "No."

He Sang subconsciously leaned over to pick the fine grass from the lawn, but she couldn't avoid it after all. "Little He often accompanies Mr. Liang on his travels, so he's seen a lot of the world," Mrs. Qiu teased her. "You have a cheongsam that you wear on stage. It's a blue cheongsam with white cherry blossoms embroidered on it. Mr. Liang said it looks good, so he had it custom-made."

She pinched the fur grass and smiled, "I've seen it once."

Liang Chihui's eyes fell on her face, "Your hair."

He Sang was stunned.

He took a step forward, then stopped and raised his chin. "There's a leaf stuck in your hair."

He Sang touched the top of his head, grabbed the leaf and threw it away.

Mrs. Qiu looked at Liang Chihui. She looked carefully enough. Even though she was so close to Xiao He, she didn't notice that there was a leaf hidden in her head.

Liang Jishen was standing next to the bicycle and calling He Sang.

She ran over, Liang Jishen got on the bike and stepped on the pedals. "I'll carry you back so we don't have to walk."

"You can ride a bike."

“I have.”

He Sang jumped onto the back seat and put his arm around his waist, "Where's the motorcycle?"

"Yes, but I'm not a good rider." He went around a cobblestone patch and pedaled onto flat ground. "Before he was twenty, Liang Chihui rode a motorcycle. He took his girlfriend to the city gate tower for a race. He was arrested and taken to the police station. Liang Jing paid the fine and bailed him out."

Liang Jishen turned a corner and saw a car speeding past him. He dodged it and the car tilted sharply. He Sang hugged him tightly.

"Zhou Kun said that you two were popular with girls on campus, and some boys got upset and started bullying you outside of school. You beat them up and they ended up in the hospital. It just so happened that Secretary Liang came back to visit his family and came to redeem you." He Sang swung his legs. "Secret Liang really acts like a big brother."

She pressed her cheek against Liang Jishen's back. His shirt had been washed in the manor and had a strange, strong scent. He was suited to strong and rich scents.

Liang Jishen rode slowly. The trees on his left and the sunlight shone down slowly. Amidst the fleeting light and shadows, He Sang could hear his heartbeat, vibrating in his chest.

"Have you ever given a woman a ride?"

He laughed, "No."

“Why haven’t you loaded it?”

"No time to ride."

He Sang felt soft-hearted, remembering that Li Zhen always complained that she had nothing to say to her husband, went to bed, got out of bed to eat, and the day and night were over.

Liang Jishen is not that kind of man.

Although they have different professions and backgrounds, they should have no common language. However, he is knowledgeable, and his education and vision are superior to hers. He will accommodate her and guide her, and even the meaningless content becomes interesting to her.

After returning to the manor, Mr. and Mrs. Qiu went upstairs first, and the nanny made a pot of tea and left the living room.

He Sang was cleaning up the fish he had caught on the balcony. They sat opposite each other, and everything was calm.

"Are you short of money?"

Liang Ji narrowed his eyes, casual yet alert, "Yes."

"Since you call me Second Brother, I can't just stand by and watch you die." Liang Chihui picked up the cup lid and dusted off the tea leaves. "I have plenty on hand. Just name the price."