Chapter 275 He Will Also Have Children

The glass projected Liang Chihui's silhouette. He was extremely serious. He Sang stared at the projection and said, "My future sister-in-law is very lucky to marry a man who understands and cares about me."

Liang Chihui said nothing, but also looked at her through the glass. Their eyes met, and his expression was meaningful. "You call me Second Sister-in-law?"

"What else?" She half teased, half seriously, "Sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, third sister-in-law."

He laughed, "How do we talk about seniority?"

He Sang said truthfully, "It's based on age."

"Do you think I'm old?" Liang Chihui actually didn't mind age. A man in his early thirties is the most seductive and masculine age. But he is eleven years older than He Sang. She looks delicate and has novel ideas. From psychology to experience, the gap between them is more or less huge.

She threw the question back, "Are you old then?"

"I think it's just right."

He Sang's fingertips traced across the glass. "He asked me this before, and I told him that old people have their own charms, and young people have their own advantages."

Liang Chihui laughed and said, "Perhaps in your opinion, I am not as charming as the third brother."

He Sang's heart was pounding. She understood that Liang Chihui was slowly and tentatively breaking through the window paper.

"It's a long time." He put his hands in his pockets and stood straight. "It depends on fate."

She was absent-minded, her index finger stuck in the gap between the two shadows. The man leaned his shoulder slightly towards her, shortening the distance. She hooked her arm upwards, stretching it to the limit, passing over his head in the image.

Liang Chihui bent his knees, allowing her to easily rise above him without any effort.

He Sang tilted his head.

He was quite drunk yesterday. Although he was not drunk, he had indeed drunk too much. At this moment, there was a faint smell of alcohol emanating from his throbbing muscles. Perhaps he did not sleep well, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were also more pronounced.

Both Liang Yanzhang and Yao Wenjie look younger than their actual age, especially Yao Wenjie. Beauty care is her lifelong career, and she looks at least ten years younger. Liang Chihui inherited his mother's good genes, and the wrinkles on her face actually add a bit of mature aura to her.

Many women admire this type of man because he gives them a sense of security.

However, He Sang has only been fascinated by Liang Jishen's weathered temperament so far, and his calmness, bravery and heroism tempered by years of experience in the battlefields and seas of fire.

"Second Young Master?"

Liang Chihui turned around and saw a woman in her fifties approaching from the nurses' station. He Sang remembered her as Mrs. Cui, the wife of Vice President Cui of the provincial Zhongsheng Group. Zhongsheng and Zhonghai were equally famous, but Zhongsheng had recently been collaborating closely with various private companies and was a pilot enterprise for the province's transformation, so its executive rank was lower than Zhonghai's.

Mrs. Cui also went to the drama theater to support an actor, but the actor she supported was not He Sang, but He Sang's former partner Zhou Chen.

She was holding a small baby, much larger than an average newborn. Liang Chihui glanced at the pink swaddling clothes and asked, "A girl?"

"My granddaughter is four months old." Mrs. Cui smiled from ear to ear. "Today I came to the hospital to see a relative's mother who gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl."

She glanced at He Sang and said, "The Third Young Master's wife is in the obstetrics department, learning how to take care of children, right? The Third Young Master is at the right age to be a father. Too young and he's clumsy, too old and he has no energy. The Third Young Master's temperament is most suitable for having a daughter, to temper his temper. My son is also spoiled, and now that he has a daughter, his temper has become gentler."

He Sang forced a smile and said, "My friend gave birth..."

"Is there any news that President Cui has been promoted?" Liang Chihui interrupted without leaving a trace, and He Sang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Old Cui has been promoted to Executive Vice President. He's been at the bottom of the five vice presidents for eight years, and everyone has been outshining him. It's time for him to be promoted."

"Vice President Cui is capable of doing the job."

"Thank you for your kind words." Mrs. Cui changed her arm and held her granddaughter. "The second son has taken over as chairman. Don't forget Old Cui when there are projects in the future."

"Sure." Liang Chihui glanced at He Sang. She was envious of the little baby and stood on tiptoe to take a look.

He smiled and said, "Can I hug you?"

Mrs. Cui immediately handed the baby to Liang Chihui's arms, and He Sang moved forward. The baby was so cute and adorable, pink and chubby, like a little cherry blossom.

She couldn't let go and stroked the baby's cheek, "So soft, blowing bubbles."

Liang Chihui looked at her furry hair and knew that she liked it very much, so he signaled to Mrs. Cui with his eyes.

Mrs. Cui smiled and said, "Would you like a hug too?"

He Sang had never held a baby before. She shook her head and said, "I don't dare..."

"This day will come sooner or later." Liang Chihui handed it to her, "Come and hold it."

She took the swaddling clothes with a stiff posture. Liang Chihui stood beside her, his arm patiently protecting her, worried that she would stumble in trying to accommodate the child. With his other arm, he held the swaddling clothes and gently teased, "Do you have a nickname?"

Mrs. Cui said, "Her nickname is Nen Nen."

"Nenen?" He Sang's eyes were full of tears. "So beautiful."

"The third young master's child will definitely be prettier than my daughter. My son is ugly and cannot compare to the handsome and elegant third young master. Fortunately, my daughter-in-law is pretty and has improved the genes of the Cui family." Mrs. Cui laughed.

When Liang Jishen's child was mentioned, He Sang's expression suddenly became lonely.

He will have children too.

One day in the rest of my life.

Who would be the child's mother?

Her lungs ached uncontrollably, but she suppressed the pain and returned the baby to Mrs. Cui. "Thank you."

......

Ji Xilan's BMW 7 drove into the inpatient department's parking lot. Mrs. Fang was staring at the small dots moving in the dusk from the skylight on the 9th floor.

"She's here." The nanny handed the gift box to Mrs. Fang. "Are you sure? The Second Young Master is not someone you can easily mess with. He's keeping it a secret right now. If you expose it, once he gets angry, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"An Yi's condition is getting worse and worse. I'm willing to do anything for my daughter."

Mrs. Fang was sitting on the bench. Ji Xilan arrived on the 9th floor five minutes later. She was carrying a thermos and had an Hermès bag slung across her shoulder. She was hanging up the phone and didn't notice anyone was on the bench.

"Mrs. Liang!" Mrs. Fang stood up. "I was so rude not to prepare a gift when I visited Mr. Liang last time. I went to the hospital again at noon. Mrs. Yao was there. She said the third young master was also ill. I specially prepared an extra gift. It's not expensive, so please don't despise it."

"Oh, you're so polite." Ji Xilan pushed open the door and invited her in. Liang Jishen was leaning against the head of the bed reviewing documents. He looked towards the door when he heard the voice.

Mrs. Fang put down the gift box and stopped her again, "Mrs. Liang, I won't disturb the Third Young Master's rest."

Ji Xilan pondered for a moment and followed her out. "Mrs. Fang, you've been showing up quite frequently lately. Is something going on?"

Mrs. Fang sighed. "What could possibly be wrong with me? Old Fang works from dawn to dusk, An Yi is in a bad mood, my mother-in-law is seriously ill, and there are so many things to deal with. I'm exhausted and want to talk to you."

Ji Xilan comforted her, "Old Madam Fang is ninety years old. You have served her wholeheartedly and have done the Fang family a great service. Who among the wives doesn't praise you for your filial piety? If the third son marries a daughter-in-law like you, I will wake up laughing in my dreams."

Mrs. Fang seized the opportunity and said, "The Third Young Master is excellent and handsome. There are many good girls who like him, but..."