Chapter 340: Love is strong, or resentment is strong

At noon, Liang Chihui was reviewing documents in his office, preparing to convene a board meeting in an hour.

Assistant Fan locked the door, looking anxious. "Song He's mother is throwing a tantrum in the company lobby. It's lunch break now, and employees are coming and going. It's a big impact."

Liang Chihui put down his pen and asked, "Making trouble at the Liang Group?"

"yes."

"Didn't you pay her hush money?"

Assistant Fan was also confused. "Three million in hush money, all paid."

"Is it too little?" Liang Chihui opened the document again and said, "Add another 500,000."

"Director Liang!" the security manager rushed in. "Reporters from the Financial News and the Man of the Year are blocking the company's door. Security has already stopped them."

Liang Chihui realized the seriousness of the situation. There must be a new employer behind the scenes, otherwise Song's mother would not have the courage to design this drama.

He buttoned his shirt and stood up from his chair, "Where's the third brother?"

"I've applied for resignation." Assistant Fan followed him downstairs.

Liang Chihui walked out of the elevator, and a team of bodyguards cleared the way. "Director Liang is here—"

The onlookers stepped back.

Song's mother was lying on the sofa, carrying a simple oxygen cylinder on her back, moaning while breathing oxygen. Medicine bottles, water bottles, court summons and Song He's verdict were scattered all over the floor.

Liang Chihui stood not far away, looking at her.

The lobby was packed with people, yet completely silent.

"Who bribed you?"

Mother Song panted rapidly, "Liang Jishen is not in Zhonghai. He is the third son of the Liang Group... I have no place to find him."

"You can go to Jinyue Mansion to find him."

"Is He Sang at Jinyue Mansion?" Song's mother stood up. "She's the wife of the chairman of the Liang Group. I'm looking for her too."

Liang Chihui narrowed his eyes and understood.

A face full of coldness.

"She's looking for Miss He..." the employees whispered, "Miss He and the Third Young Master have a past relationship..."

"Mrs. Song, please think carefully. The Liang Group won't tolerate anyone being presumptuous." Assistant Fan said sternly, "You still have time to wake up. Chairman Liang is not a petty man. If you insist on having your own way, you will bear the consequences."

"Boss Liang and I have no grudges, but I want justice! The Third Young Master's surname is Liang, and He Sang is the boss lady of the group. If I don't come here to seek justice, where else can I go?"

Liang Chihui shot a cold look at them, and the employees hid in all corners.

He was tall, with a strong aura and a very intimidating presence. "I'm going to ask you one last time, who bribed you?"

"I don't understand... I want to see the chairman's wife. He Sang has pushed us mother and daughter into a corner." Mother Song cried hysterically, "Please judge... My daughter has a heart disease... Xiao He has committed a sin. It's just a matter of jealousy between women, but they insist on putting her in jail! I begged the Third Young Master to let her go, but He Sang wouldn't give in... The Third Young Master was so heartless to Xiao He just to make her happy. I hate him. Xiao He has a criminal record. The rest of her life is ruined!"

The employees suddenly realized, "China Overseas Group's official website has issued an announcement, General Manager Liang has been suspended pending investigation. It turns out she was taking revenge..."

Liang Chihui's expression turned colder. He raised his hand. Assistant Fan handed him the checkbook. He tore off a page and threw it in front of Song's mother along with the pen. "Fill it out yourself."

Song's mother burst into tears and said, "My daughter is ruined. Is money any use?"

"Double what she gives you." Liang Chihui was too lazy to talk nonsense. "Are you afraid of offending her, but not me?"

Assistant Fan was stunned. The second young master seemed to know who hired Song's mother and was working against him.

Mother Song shook her head, "I want to see the chairman's wife..." She paused, "Second Young Master, please don't blame me. I can't afford to offend you. I have the life to earn your money, but I don't have the blessing to spend your money."

Liang Chihui's eyes were stern. After a long while, he laughed deeply and walked out.

Assistant Fan followed, "Director Liang..."

"Tell them to delete the text and video, and withdraw everything related to the interview." He raised his head, frowned, and closed his eyes. "Tell Mrs. Huo to stop."

Assistant Fan held his breath and said, "Yes."

Sitting in the car, Liang Chihui watched the water marks spreading on the car window, flowing down silently.

The eyebrows and eyes reflected in the rain were as heavy as dark clouds pressing down, becoming increasingly cold and silent.

"Director Liang, are you going back to the old house?"

"Bixi Mansion." He said hoarsely.

Assistant Fan's heart skipped a beat.

Miss He is in the old house, and the second young master doesn't want to see her.

As the car passed Lishui Bridge, there was rumbling thunder.

Liang Chihui suddenly thought of something, hesitated for a second while holding the phone, and dialed the landline of the old house.

Sister Fang was cleaning the flower stand on the rooftop when she ran back to the living room. "Second Master, Miss He is taking a bath."

"It's thundering."

"I know. I'm packing my things."

He pursed his lips and asked, "Is the window of the guest room closed?"

"Miss He takes a shower without wearing any clothes. How can I have the nerve to go in there?" Sister Fang kept talking. Liang Chihui became impatient and hung up.

"Back to the old house."

Assistant Fan glanced at him in the rearview mirror and said, "Yes."

......

After taking a shower, He Sang took a towel to wipe his hair. When he turned around, Liang Chihui pushed the door open and walked in.

Look at her.

His chest tightened with every breath he took.

There were lightning and thunder outside the window, and raindrops as big as beans poured on the glass, making a crackling sound that was thrilling.

"You were afraid of thunder, so I came back early."

He Sang waited for a long time, but instead of receiving Liang Chihui's questioning, he received a word of concern from him.

As gentle and warm as ever.

If it weren't for the bloodshot in his eyes and the suppressed, powerless feeling of brokenness, He Sang would have really thought that nothing had happened.

"Is there a performance this afternoon?"

He Sang came back to his senses, "Tomorrow..."

"What drama?"

"The Red Rose and the White Rose."

Liang Chihui removed the cufflinks from his shirt, threw them on the dressing table, and casually rolled up his sleeves. "What are you acting?"

"White rose."

His complex and gloomy eyes, "White Moonlight?"

"Doesn't it suit me?"

Liang Chihui smiled bleakly and calmly, "It doesn't fit."

He Sang draped the towel on the iron rack in the bathroom. "The adaptation of the role of White Rose is not pleasing. The Huadan actress is not happy to play it, and the Qingyi actress thinks there are not enough parts. The theater asked me to save the situation."

"Red roses suit you." He leaned against the drawer, his right leg slightly stretched forward, his left knee bent, and fiddled with a lipstick cap.

"Is it because the costume is a red cheongsam? White Rose is a white dress."

He Sang is a famous actress in the drama circle with the most atmospheric beauty. No matter what color or style of cheongsam, it will suit her figure and charm. When she wears plain colors, she has the purity of a twenty-year-old; when she wears bright colors, she has the charm of a thirty-year-old; she looks good with light or heavy makeup.

Other types of costumes may be beautiful, but they don’t have enough flavor.

Liang Chihui casually scratched a red mark on the back of his hand. "The red rose is passionate and poisonous, and underneath is a piece of ice that cannot be melted. The contrast suits you."

He Sang didn't move.

He walked over step by step, put his arms around her, and pressed his chest against her back. "Sharp thorns can hurt people, no matter if it hurts or not. This red rose just wants to prick them to its fullest and with great pleasure."

The raging wind and rain poured in through the window, knocking over the floor lamp, which collapsed at He Sang's feet. Liang Chihui hugged her even tighter, and it was hard to tell whether it was out of deep love or deep resentment. He tightened his grip around her waist, and her blood seemed to freeze, no longer circulating, a broken, empty space.