Chapter 298 Worried about me or him?

Liang Chihui clutched the recorder, his lips tinged with coldness. "The second and third branches have been feuding for a long time. I know you're not convinced that I'll inherit the Liang Group. If you want the family property, tell me. I'll never fight you. But you slandered and framed me, making me look unkind and unjust. Third brother, we're from the same roots, why are you so eager to fight me? You're too cruel."

Liang Jishen was lying on the grass, also holding his throat. The wind was blowing wildly in the wilderness as they confronted each other.

He Sang's calls became more and more vague, and she was lost in the reeds. Liang Chihui's driver saw this and followed her.

"Ms. He!" the driver stopped her and said, "Please go back to the car first."

She refused and turned around and went back the same way.

The driver advised her, "Just wait in the car. Director Liang is already angry with you, why add fuel to the fire? The Third Young Master is a highly respected person in the province. Director Liang knows his limits. If you don't, you can't blame him."

He Sang stopped in a daze, followed the driver out and sat in the back seat.

After a long while, Liang Jishen got up from the reeds. His hair was a little disheveled and his cheekbones were bruised. Liang Chihui was not much better. His collarbone was bruised and his chin was broken, with blood oozing out.

Just as embarrassed.

Liang Jishen gripped the door handle of the Cherokee and glanced over here. He Sang lowered the window and also looked at him.

Their eyes met and she shook her head.

The man had originally taken a step forward, determined to take her away regardless of anything, but he finally paused.

His fingers clenched again and again, making a creaking sound, and he silently got into the driver's seat.

If he takes her, she won't leave.

Dagang, Li Xiaohui, Tong Da, Tong Er, and Ni Hong.

The key figures in the city wall tower have surfaced one after another, so how could she be willing to give up halfway?

The driver helped Liang Chihui get in the car, closed the door, and drove towards the highway.

Liang Jishen drove aggressively, and the off-road vehicle became even more powerful. The driver deliberately slowed down for fear of bumping into He Sang. The Cherokee quickly left the other car far behind.

The carriage was silent.

Only Liang Chihui's breathing was close at hand, one sound after another, heavy and deep, passing over He Sang's ears, and her whole body stiffened.

"Did you get hurt in the reeds?"

She came back to her senses, "No..."

Liang Chihui stared ahead, his expression chilling. "Are you worried about me, or the third brother?"

He Sang's heart was in his throat. "I'm worried about you."

He tilted his head.

Feeling Liang Chihui's icy and fiery gaze, He Sang's heart seemed to explode into eight pieces, pierced and torn apart alive.

"I'm worried about him..."

The sun sets in the west.

The roads were empty, there were no streetlights, no houses.

Like a dark, bottomless abyss.

Liang Chihui's face was hidden in the darkness and could not be seen clearly.

......

Sister Rong cleaned up the kitchen, heard the doorbell, opened the door, and saw He Sang standing timidly on the steps.

There was an unfamiliar dark blue car parked in the courtyard. The gate light was broken and the bulb had not been repaired in time. The outline of the man leaning on the front of the car was very blurry.

"I thought you were staying at a friend's house." Sister Rong helped He Sang into the living room. "Are you tired? Breastfeeding women need comfort and care the most and are prone to postpartum depression. Is your friend's husband a boss or just an ordinary person?"

She said absentmindedly, "He's a wealthy businessman."

Sister Rong smiled, "Then what are you worried about? Your husband is well off financially, and your wife is content with everything."

Everyone in the old house believed that He Sang was visiting a friend who was in confinement after childbirth, so she could only bite the bullet and continue to lie, "My friend's husband is busy and doesn't spend much time with her."

Liang Chihui finished smoking the cigarette in his hand and came in.

"Second Young Master, have you had dinner yet?" Sister Rong handed him a towel and a cup of warm tea. "I've prepared a midnight snack. Would you like to eat in the guest room?"

Liang Chihui took the towel, grabbed He Sang, and wiped her cheeks vigorously. Her skin was thin, and the slightest effort made it turn red.

She refused, "Brother, it hurts..."

The man ignored her and continued to wipe her neck and hands until a bright red mark appeared.

Liang Chihui folded the towel neatly and placed it over his face. The faint scent of her body lingered, a mixture of jasmine perfume and fresh milk lotion. She had been out all day and night, exposed to the wind and sun, and much of the fragrance had evaporated. Now it was very faint, yet still sweet and pleasant.

After a quick cleanup, he threw the towel into the entrance cabinet, unbuckled his belt, and changed into slippers. "He Sang, come upstairs with me."

Sister Rong was stunned. The gentle and refined Second Young Master rarely lost his temper, and it seemed that it was directed at Miss He.

This is even more rare, as he has always been tolerant of women.

He Sang felt dizzy, as if he was walking on cotton, and his head was heavy.

Going to the second bedroom on the second floor, Liang Chihui walked towards the desk lamp and adjusted it to the dimmest setting. He knew that He Sang was timid, and the hazy warm yellow light gave her a sense of security and made her feel more comfortable than the white light that gave her nowhere to hide.

He suppressed his rising anger, and with the last bit of his remaining manners and rationality towards women, he didn't want to scare her.

"What are you going to the countryside for?" Liang Chihui pulled the buttons of his shirt, opened his collar wide, and sat on the chair opposite.

He Sang lowered his eyelids and stood in the middle of the bedroom, "Going to meet a friend..."

"That friend who gave birth to twins is in Hongxing Village, right?" He looked away, frowning slightly as he stared at the floor lamp beside the bed. "Tell the truth."

The shadow cast by the ground meandered to He Sang's feet. She curled her toes and said, "It's the truth."

"He Sang!" He endured it again and again, gripping the back of the chair tightly.

She shuddered.

There was a knock on the door behind them. "Second Master, I heated up a cup of milk. Did you have a drink at a social gathering? You should take care of your stomach." There was no response from the bedroom. Sister Rong felt uneasy and knocked repeatedly. "Is Miss He in the room? I made some bird's nest and left it in the guest room."

Liang Chihui said impatiently, "I know."

When Sister Rong heard his tone, her heart sank again. He Sang had reported in advance that she would not return home at night. There was no reason for him to be angry unless he caught her somewhere else.

Cheating?

Dating a male actor?

With the Third Young Master?

He Sang is a languid person with many ideas and a thoughtful personality.

What men hate most is women cheating on them. No matter how much they like or dote on their women, they cannot touch this minefield.

Sister Rong got goosebumps and ran up to the third floor to ask Yao Wenjie for help.

Yao Wenjie had just finished taking a shower and was lying on the chaise longue reading a magazine. Sister Rong reported the situation to her.

"Who is the second brother imprisoning?"

Sister Rong stuttered anxiously, "Imprison Miss He!"

"He Sang?" Yao Wenji pondered for a moment, not taking it seriously. "It's just a young man's hobby. The second brother stole my necklace and burned the third brother's backyard. He went to great lengths to get what he wanted. He can't bear to bully He Sang."