Chapter 307 Wedding Dress

"Do you know the Liang Group?"

"Of the four major families in Ji Province, you are the second son of the Liang family." He Yan nodded, "My classmates and I all know this."

Liang Chihui laughed and asked, "Would you like to work in the Liang Group?"

He Yan was stunned, "I..."

"What's wrong with you?" The man smiled.

"I have no experience..."

Liang Chihui lifted one leg and pressed it on the knee of the other leg. The hem of his trousers was slightly stretched out. He leaned sideways with his arms casually across the back of the chair, which weakened his sense of superiority and made him look more gentle and peaceful.

He was not as upright and tough as Liang Jishen. He always sat with his legs apart or his back straight, and his posture was frightening and nervous.

Liang Chihui was more relaxed and romantic in informal occasions, especially when interacting with ladies. There was almost no woman who did not praise him for being gentlemanly, considerate and understanding.

"I'll arrange for experienced staff to teach you."

He Yan was secretly excited at this moment. She tried her best to restrain herself, but she couldn't. "I only know PR and translation."

"Where's the secretary?" Liang Chihui had a smile on his face, not fading at all.

She was even more confused. "Your secretary..."

"Want to be my secretary?"

He Yan looked at Liang Chihui. Although he was not serious, he did not seem to be joking. "I want to."

He picked up his phone, dialed a number, and turned on the speakerphone. The person on the other end was the deputy head of the secretariat, "Director Liang."

"Is the secretariat recruitment full?"

"It's full, seven women and two men."

"One more."

The deputy team leader was stunned. Liang Chihui never interfered with the hiring and firing of grassroots departments. This was truly unprecedented.

"Is it a girl?"

"Girl, 19 years old." Liang Chihui examined He Yan. "She speaks fluent Thai and English."

"19 years old..." Liang Chihui came out to greet a young girl who hadn't even graduated yet. The deputy team leader asked meaningfully, "Are you training as a secretary to the board of directors, or just an ordinary executive's secretary?"

"It depends on her qualifications."

"Okay." The deputy team leader had an idea. It was at best a good impression, or perhaps a debt of favor. The niece of the deputy general manager of Zhongsheng Group was the director of the logistics department of Zhang Group. Getting paid without doing any work was an unspoken rule in the business world, also known as interest exchange, and it was common.

"Interview tomorrow?"

"No need for an interview, just go ahead and record." Liang Chihui tapped the edge of the table. "Her name is He Yan. Maybe I can take her with me and teach her myself."

Mrs. Huo and Mrs. Wang looked at each other and then looked at He Sang in surprise.

He Sang understood that if Liang Chihui planned to keep a woman, he would have done so all these years ago. He restrained himself when he was young and full of vigor, and there was no reason for him to fall for her easily at the mature and self-disciplined age of 34.

He Yan is pure, knowledgeable, intelligent and motivated, but there are many girls like her. With Liang Chihui's experience in the romantic world, she cannot shake him at all.

The only explanation was that he was angry and wanted to create a sense of crisis in her. She refused to move to Bixi Mansion and live in the old house under the same roof with Liang Jishen. He felt uncomfortable and wanted her to feel the same way.

The manager was happy and reminded He Yan, "Xiao Yan, thank you, Director Liang!"

He Yan immediately bowed again.

"Go down." Liang Chihui lost his patience and turned off his phone to drink.

He Yan followed the manager out of the box, looking back every few steps.

He Sang calmly scooped a bowl of fish soup, but her hand slipped and half a spoonful of boiling hot soup splashed on her thighs and the back of her hand. Her skirt was sticky and slowly emitted white mist. Only a few drops splashed on the back of her hand, but her skin was bright and the redness was obvious.

Mrs. Huo screamed and picked up the teapot to pour it on the back of her hand. Mrs. Wang was also frightened and frantically wiped the stain off her skirt.

"It's okay, I'm not burned."

Liang Chihui was so close to her that he could feel the heat she was emitting. He clenched his fists on the table even tighter, until his veins bulged.

The next second, he pushed away Mrs. Huo who was in the way, fixed He Sang's wrist, and soaked ice cubes in the water cup to prevent the temperature from being too cold. Extreme heat and extreme cold would hurt her skin.

"Does it hurt?" He pressed the ice with his fingertips, and also pressed her.

He Sang shook his head and pulled back.

The man strangled her with all his strength, frowning coldly.

"It hurts..." she struggled.

"Do you blame me?" Liang Chihui asked back, "Is the pain my fault?"

He Sang pursed his lips.

Mrs. Huo winked at Mrs. Wang and mouthed, "There's a quarrel—"

Mrs. Wang whispered, "He Sang is capable of controlling Liang Lao Er."

They returned to their seats and giggled.

He Sang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Old Wang, this French-style wedding dress would suit our daughter." Mrs. Wang picked up the Time magazine on the corner shelf and asked Mr. Wang for his opinion. "Why don't I make the decision? She's not interested in getting married and isn't serious about it. We planned to take wedding photos on the 6th, but she hasn't found anything she likes, and the Zhao family keeps pushing. The Zhao family's ranking among the top ten wealthy families is rising rapidly. Last year, it was eighth, and at the beginning of the year, the asset evaluation jumped to fifth. The Zhao family's son is young and promising, an engineer at the China World Trade Center. He's so arrogant. If we don't take the initiative, how can the Zhao family be proactive?"

"Mrs. Wang, your daughter is very talented. She's more than qualified to join the Zhao family. It's the Zhao family who's marrying up." Mrs. Huo rolled her eyes. "In Ji Province, apart from the three sons of the Liang family, which man can be called a young and promising woman? Mr. Zhao's engineer is just a name; his team behind the scenes is amazing."

"Who cares if it's a false name or a real one? I want the Zhao family to be prominent." Mr. Wang waved his hand. "What day is it today?"

Mrs. Wang said, "Number 2."

He was terrified. "It's too late to customize it."

"In stock, limited to five sets worldwide!" Mrs. Wang was increasingly satisfied as she looked at it. "It's a three-meter-long veil, inlaid with 99 diamonds. It looks so elegant and luxurious. Girls care most about their weddings. You chose your son-in-law, and you've given your daughter a grand wedding. It's like you've made up for it."

Mrs. Huo came over and said, "This one is quite beautiful." She called out to He Sang, "Miss He, do you like it?"

He Sang smiled but said nothing.

Mrs. Huo snatched the magazine and walked over to Liang Chihui. "Mr. Liang, look! Miss He has a slim figure. She's a wedding dress stand."

Liang Chihui cooled her down for a long time, until her hands were numb from the cold, and her face was calm and motionless.

He Sang wiped the melted water from the back of his hand and tried to smooth things over, "Mrs. Huo, Chi Hui has just inherited the Liang Group and is not married yet..."

"Yes, it's beautiful." Liang Chihui suddenly took the magazine, looked at the sample pictures of the wedding dress, pointed it at her, and briefly compared it, "What brand?"

"It's a niche brand. Every step, from design to material selection, cutting, and inlaying, is entirely handmade. Many wealthy European and American celebrities pay deposits two or three years in advance," Mrs. Wang lamented. "It's a shame. The stock sizes are limited. My daughter has a large frame, and the stock size is medium, which is too tight."

Liang Chihui stroked the picture thoughtfully, "Get up."

He Sang moved his chair and stood up. With a height of nearly 1.9 meters, he felt an extreme oppression.