Chapter 314 Did He Sang suffer a loss?

"When a man breaks his bottom line to please a woman, which woman wouldn't be proud?" He Sang smiled happily. "If Chi Hui treated you like this, you would be even prouder, right?"

"It's too early for you to be complacent." Ni Hong sneered, "I know him better than you."

He Sang was not angry. "Since you know it clearly, why don't you just hit the wall and not turn back?"

Ni Hong suddenly fell silent.

After a moment, she suddenly realized, "Are you trying to bribe me?"

"I can't afford it." He Sang shook his head. "You don't want money. Besides, I'm not as rich as you. What you want is affection. Affection is the most unpredictable thing in the world, and wishful thinking is the most meaningless."

Ni Hong stood there against the light, "I am the woman he trusts the most. He will be on guard against you, but not against me."

"Deceiving oneself is the most tragic thing in the world." He Sang continued to fork his watermelon. "He's even wary of his own father, so who are you?"

Ni Hong's sore spot was touched, so she left without saying anything more.

After He Sang finished the plate of watermelon, Ni Hong arranged dessert. There were several glasses of white wine on the bottom floor of the dining car. She placed them on the table one by one and handed the last glass to He Sang personally.

"I follow Boss Liang and do business among men. I'm capable and quick-tempered. Miss He, please don't take it to heart."

It is true that He Sang is simple, but he can also distinguish between friend and foe.

There's a high probability that there's something wrong with this glass of wine.

There are both men and women in the box. If the drugs cause some shameless scene, it can be attributed to drunkenness and there will be no way to find out.

Even if we investigate, there are so many people involved. A glass of wine or a set of tableware has been handled by so many people, and all of them are suspects. Wouldn't it be a mess if we mobilize so many people?

What Ni Hong wanted was to tear apart her clean and pure appearance and make Liang Chihui feel disgusted with her.

She smiled and took a sip of wine without saying anything. "Mr. Ni is too polite. We are all family. There is no need for me to make a fuss."

Ni Hong watched her swallow and bowed, "Miss He, if you need anything, just call me."

The moment the door of the private room closed, He Sang spat out the wine mixed with saliva that was pressed on the root of his tongue.

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At ten o'clock, Liang Chihui finished his social engagements, left the billiard hall and went upstairs.

He Sang lay in a corner of the U-shaped sofa, with a pool of filthy vomit on the floor.

The male colleague had his chest bare, with seven or eight bright red lip prints on it. Two female colleagues were leaning against him, one on each side. The rest of the colleagues were scattered around, also drunk.

Liang Chihui couldn't help but frown and strode towards He Sang. A strong smell of alcohol hit her in the face. She was dressed intact and sleeping peacefully, alone in a corner.

He felt relieved and asked Ni Hong, "What's going on?"

"Ms. He and the male colleague in the white T-shirt were very close. They were drinking together. The male colleague put his arm around her back, and I didn't dare to stop him."

Liang Chihui glanced at Ni Hong meaningfully, "Next to each other?"

Ni Hong remained calm and said, "When Miss He sobers up, you can ask her."

The man laughed, "In her current state, she won't remember anything even if she wakes up."

"Anyway, I've told you what I saw." Ni Hong pushed the door open. "Believe it or not, I don't care."

Liang Chihui's gaze lingered on her face for a long time. She crossed her arms with a relaxed expression.

He didn't waste any time and took He Sang out of Yunhai Building and got into the car.

"Going back to Bixi Mansion?" the driver turned around.

Liang Chihui stared at the woman in his arms and said, "Let's go back to the old house."

He Sang was always struggling and refused to lie down quietly. He would be quiet for one minute and make a fuss for ten minutes, as if he was deliberately aiming at him to vomit, but he couldn't vomit anything. The breath he exhaled was filled with the smell of alcohol, which choked him and made his head hurt.

"Sit down." He frowned, his face tense, and pressed He Sang's shoulders.

She leaned back, straightened her back, and remained motionless.

"He Sang." Liang Chihui called her name.

Still no response.

After a long while, she fell down, her feet facing him and her head facing the other door.

The driver suppressed a laugh, "Ms. He is quite cute when she's drunk."

"Cute, isn't she?" Liang Chihui combed her messy hair. "She's full of bad intentions. She made a mess of the big private room. She opened two bottles of 1996 Lafite."

"A '96? From the auction house, right?" The driver had heard that a '96 Lafite was a top-tier red wine. Miss He might as well not bother with it, but she did, and she got a big one. "The woman you're interested in is definitely someone who knows what's good."

After combing her hair, Liang Chihui smoothed it behind her and stroked it gently, without actually showing any anger.

When they returned to the old house, Liang Chihui got out of the car first. He pulled He Sang's arm, causing it to creak, but she didn't move at all.

"He Sang, come down."

He hadn't smoked all the way, just taking care of her. Now he felt like smoking, so he lit a cigarette with one hand and leaned against the car door.

The lights in the courtyard were dim, the magnolia trees were dense, and the light and shadows were vague. I could vaguely see a pair of snow-white feet with thin ankles. The shoes were missing, and the toes were curled up, making a slight snoring sound.

The driver was afraid that Liang Chihui would be angry, so he went to the back seat to support He Sang.

His mild temper doesn't mean he is patient.

The second son was the opposite of the third son. The third son had a bad temper, but he was extremely patient and doted on the women he liked. The second son had no patience, and his female companions coaxed him and indulged him. When he was gentle, he was gentlemanly and considerate, but when he was impatient, he would throw a bag or some gold jewelry, and from then on, they were like strangers.

All of his ex-girlfriends in Yunhailou were obsessed with him and tried every possible means to get back together with him, especially Bingbing, who was both talented and beautiful, and played the traditional Chinese pipa superbly. Countless people in the art world came to listen to her performance. Such an outstanding girl was reluctant to leave Liang Chihui, and played the emotional card with him, hoping that he would soften his heart, but he had no impression of her.

The driver knew him too well. The Third Young Master was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, while he was warm on the outside but cold on the inside, and could not be warmed up.

"Don't touch her." Liang Chihui exhaled a puff of thick mist.

The driver got out of the car again and said, "Young girls and boys like to have fun. It's a gathering with friends, so it's inevitable that they will go too far... Please bear with me."

The man's face was calm and he smoked silently.

The driver was terrified.

Liang Chihui put out his cigarette, bent down, and gently moved He Sang to a position where it was convenient to carry her out, then embraced her in his arms.

He Sang's head almost hit the roof of the car, so he freed one hand to protect her and dragged her out of the car.

His forehead rubbed against the edge of the car door, clamping Liang Chihui's right hand, crushing the back of her hand red. He took a breath and looked at her in the hazy night, "I suspect you did it on purpose."

He Sang tilted his head and was indeed sleeping.

The driver hurried to open the door and Liang Chihui stepped onto the stairs.

Sister Fang boiled some milk and just brought it to Liang Jing's room when Liang Jing came out and stopped on the stairs after seeing this scene.

"What's going on?"

"Brother." Liang Chihui stopped, "She was partying with her colleagues and got drunk."

"Did a male colleague drink it?"

"yes."

Liang Jing's expression was serious. "Did you suffer a loss?"

"You can't suffer any loss in my territory."

After Liang Chihui finished speaking, he walked past him and went straight to the guest room.

"Second brother."

Liang Jing turned sideways, glanced at Liang Chihui, then at He Sang, and said, "Put her on the bed and let Sister Fang clean her."