Chapter 253 I Don’t Worry About You

He Sang suddenly came to his senses and sat up uncomfortably. "Aunt Yao, do you like the play I performed in?"

"My mother isn't interested in drama." The fireworks between the man's fingers flickered, "But she likes you very much."

She pursed her lips and smiled, "Aunt Yao is a good person. She may not seem approachable, but she actually has a gentle temper."

"I'm not." Liang Chihui took a long drag on his cigarette and exhaled through the gap in the car window. "Think it over carefully."

He Sang was stunned, "You are not what?"

"Is there a performance tomorrow?" He changed the subject.

“There’s a performance.”

"Still playing Siyan?"

She fiddled with the throat lozenges in the storage compartment. The colorful wrappers—some mint, some honeysuckle—had them. Her tone was filled with complaints. "I played Sifeng...didn't you see?"

Liang Chihui was watching her from the audience, not the show.

"Never played Siyan?"

He Sang shook his head. "There's a supporting role called Hong Yan. You've confused the two characters."

The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment, and Liang Chihui corrected, "Don't be angry, I remember, it's Sifeng."

She unbuckled her seatbelt and said, "You drank a lot of tea at the theater this afternoon, so I won't invite you into the house for a drink."

Liang Chihui replied calmly, "Not thirsty."

He exuded a sense of alienation and abstinence at this moment. Even though they were alone in the car, he suppressed the hormonal tension that could not be hidden, making her feel at ease and calm.

Don't be afraid of him.

"Second brother, be careful on the road."

He Sang pushed the car door, and the man suddenly grabbed her wrist from behind.

She shuddered.

"Second brother?"

Liang Chihui lowered her eyes. The skin on his arms was white, and hers was also as fair as ice.

The thick blue blood vessels are strong and hard, while the woman's are delicate, blue and purple, like two vines, one big and one small, entangled.

His voice was hoarse. "I'll try my best to track down the supplier."

He Sang's pupils lit up and he looked at him, "Do you have any ideas?"

"I'll ask someone."

"It was Director Liang who ordered them..." She hesitated, "If you help Third Brother investigate, will Director Liang be angry with you?"

Liang Chihui's eyes were deep and fiery. "You hope that the third brother is safe, and you also hope that I am safe?"

He Sang lowered his head.

He almost laughed out loud.

As expected of a famous actress, she was so immersed in the role that she became addicted to it.

It was obvious that she was testing whether he and Liang Yanzhang were in the same group, how much real power and weight he had, and using this to judge the degree of trust Liang Yanzhang had in him. However, she expressed it so gently and considerately that it softened his heart.

Since ancient times, beautiful women have been the cause of trouble, and Liang Chihui has experienced this.

"But you hope that the third child will be safe."

He Sang's eyelashes trembled, "Yeah."

Liang Chihui chuckled, "You believe that the underground bank is not mine, and that I did not frame the third brother, right?"

She still said yes.

"Have you always believed it?"

He Sang curled his fingers and said, "Maybe."

"That's enough." Liang Chihui let go of her, "I'll watch you go in."

She got out of the car, turned around and waved.

The man smiled and waved back.

As the slender figure walked through the gate, Liang Chihui restrained his smile and remained expressionless.

He laid the driving seat flat, resting his palms behind his head. Above his head was the sky covered with gray clouds.

The girl's tactics were neither brilliant nor clumsy. She played the card of sincerity and even told him about her difficulties in getting pregnant, eager to break through his defenses.

Approaching while "protecting yourself".

She played the game of "making something for nothing" and obtained the title and treatment of "Mrs. Liang Er". It was natural for her to go deep into his territory, including Yunhai Building and underground money houses. When the time was right, she would force her way to Guanghe Group step by step.

He suddenly laughed. The third brother had a sharp eye.

He Sang is naturally likable, non-aggressive, and easy to fool. Men can easily sympathize with her "stupidity" and be willing to suffer some losses.

A woman who will do anything to achieve her goals is often too unafraid. It would be boring if she had no bottom line. The more she is unwilling to "sacrifice" and the more she secretly plots against and attacks him, the more interesting she is.

Liang Chihui's investigation revealed that He Jinping was a loyal and honest man who doted on He Sang, with a father-daughter bond that surpassed most. His wife, who had been having an affair with her first love and was known for her gluttony and indolence, filed for divorce, demanding the house and daughter remain his own, while the car and savings belonged to his wife. He believed his wife, the one at fault in the marriage, had done all he could. He Sang's stepfather, Huang Yong, worried about the lack of child support, demanded that He Sang return to her mother.

He Jinping couldn't bear to do that. Huang Yong had bad intentions, and his daughter would be thrown into the tiger's mouth in her prime.

During the divorce lawsuit, he died at the construction site of the city wall tower.

He Sang's nightmare also began.

Liang Chihui stood up, turned around and drove out of the community.

......

While changing her shoes in the entrance hall, He Sang noticed a pair of women's leather shoes on the shelf. They were brown, square-toed, and had sheepskin soles. She was about to pick them up when a man's hoarse, smoke-soaked voice rang out from the darkness, "Is the show over?"

He Sang screamed instinctively.

The wall lamp came on, and she gripped the door handle, her hair standing on end.

In the living room, Liang Jishen looked exhausted.

He glanced at her, spread his legs, leaned forward, rested his elbows on his knees, rubbed his hands, and then rubbed his face.

Extremely tired.

"When did you come back?" He Sang was still in shock and collapsed in the corner.

"Home at nine."

She swiped the screen of her phone. It was 9:10.

Liang Chihui's Bentley was parked outside the courtyard gate for almost ten minutes.

He Sang put down his phone and keys and asked, "Are there any clues in other provinces?"

"No."

Liang Jishen rubbed his face until it turned red, and bloodshot appeared in his eyes.

"I'll arrange for Sister Rong to come and take care of you."

He Sang walked towards the sofa and said, "Sister Rong is taking care of me, but what about Auntie?"

Fang Jie took care of Liang Yanzhang and Liang Jing's daily life. The second and third wives rarely asked her for help. If she did, it was because Rong Jie was too busy. After all, Fang Jie was Weng Qiong's dowry, and her status in the old house was comparable to that of a mistress. Liang Yanzhang was also polite to her.

The Weng family now lives in Washington and has no contact with the mainland. However, they are in contact with Sister Fang. Every year on the Qingming Festival, the Weng family will send people to Hebei Province to pay homage, but they avoid the Liang family. The Liang family goes in the morning and the Weng family goes in the afternoon, so they don't meet each other.

The Weng family is quite famous in the Chinese community and created huge assets during the heyday of Wall Street finance. The Weng family has three daughters but no sons. Weng Qiong is the eldest daughter and has four grandsons, and Liang Jing is the eldest grandson.

Based on his biological mother's strong background, the directors of the Liang Group attach so much importance to Liang Jing. Once he succeeds to the throne, the value of the company will more than double.

Liang Jishen put his arm around He Sang's waist and clung to her tightly. "Mom is in the hospital taking care of her, and Sister Fang is staying by her bedside. Sister Rong won't be needed."

He Sang stroked his hair. He had a strong secretion and his hair was oily. In addition, he went to Zhonghai Group to work and got his hair done, so his hair was even oilier after get off work. He Sang would wash it for him and massage his scalp.

She rubbed him with her fingertips, neither lightly nor heavily, "Are you comfortable?"

"Comfortable."

Liang Jishen had lost his sharp edges and aggressiveness. He was smooth and soft. He snuggled in her arms without any guard, as if he had entrusted his entire life and property to her.

"Did the performance go well?"

"It went smoothly." He Sang held up his head and stroked the stubble on his chin. "You insisted on going through all this trouble... It's over a hundred kilometers. Aren't you tired?"

"Tired." Liang Jishen hugged her again, his back hunched, his head resting on her chest, which felt delicate and warm, like sweet cotton candy. "I'm worried about you."