Chapter 390 What does he have that I don’t have?

The heaviest rain after the beginning of summer came quietly.

The nanny went to the backyard to collect the flower pots. The fence frame blocked the rain. Liang Chihui's silhouette was dark and bleak at the end of the dark blue rain curtain.

"Miss He vomited during breakfast. Is she pregnant? I don't believe in Chinese medicine. What if it's inaccurate? A blood test is the only way to be sure." The nanny was clearing away the piles of fallen crabapple blossoms, secretly observing his reaction and trying to persuade him to reconcile. "I'm an outsider and have no right to interfere. But ever since Miss He moved into the mansion, you've had a big fight every three days and a small one every two days. Miss He is young and prone to temper tantrums, and you're older, so it's a man's responsibility to tolerate women."

Liang Chihui said nothing, concentrating on writing in cursive script. The end of the rice paper hung down under the table, and the undried ink was spreading. Suddenly, he felt an uproar of irritation and slapped the paper hard, breaking it in the middle.

The babysitter gasped in fear.

"Don't mention this matter." He said coldly, "The Liang family is in trouble. Now is not the time to get pregnant."

He Sang woke up at noon, made a pot of scented tea and took it to the study, but Liang Chihui was not there.

She went downstairs and saw the foal lying on the wooden porch. The alpaca was chewing its fur. She kicked the alpaca, "You're bullying it again!"

The alpaca spat.

He Sang covered his mouth and nose and kicked it again, "You spit on me again!"

The alpaca ran to the backyard, the metal bell on its neck jingling.

Liang Chihui was rewriting when its head hit the corner of the table. He didn't notice and the brush shook, crossing the words on the rice paper and ruining the writing.

He Sang stopped where he was.

The alpaca spat at him, and the spit was overwhelming. It recognized its master, so it didn't show any mercy when spitting at He Sang.

Liang Chihui's profile was hidden behind the green banana leaves, and his expression was unclear.

She yelled, "Come back!"

The alpaca kicked its hooves twice and ran to between He Sang's legs. She shouted at it, "Go to the front yard and stop making noise!"

After closing the glass door, He Sang walked over and looked at Liang Chihui's expression.

He raised his eyes and said, "Are you afraid that I will hate it and want to silence me?"

He Sang put down the teapot and said, "It's just a little beast. It's fun to keep it lively. Why would you bother with it?"

Liang Chihui changed to a new piece of paper and wrote two lines with just a few strokes: - How much sorrow can you have? It is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

His calligraphy has reached the pinnacle of artistry.

He Sang poured a cup of tea and placed it within his reach. "It's been raining a lot this summer, and each time is heavier than the last."

"God have mercy on me." He rinsed his brush in the brush washer. "My wife is unfaithful, I have no children, and my father and mother are embroiled in legal battles."

Liang Chihui's style of behavior clearly shows that of a rational atheist, and his words are inexplicably funny.

He Sang sat on a stone bench, holding his chin and watching the rain.

The man was looking at her.

Liang Chihui suppressed the emotions in his heart for a long time, and finally broke down, "What do you like about him?"

He Sang continued to watch the rain, pretending to be fascinated.

Liang Chihui grabbed her. The sky was gray at this time, and his eyes, as bright as flames, almost burned her.

"What do you like about the third brother?"

She was stunned and dazed.

"What does he have that I don't have?" Liang Chihui grabbed her wrist tightly, "Tell me."

"Chi Hui..." He Sang tried to break free from him.

Instead, he tightened his grip, "If you're so loyal, why did you choose to provoke me?"

"It hurts." Her face turned pale.

"Do you have any other intentions besides yours?"

He Sang was confused, "A little bit..."

The blue veins on Liang Chihui's temples bulged again and again, and after a long while, they became silent.

He loosened his grip, and his right hand with bulging veins held the brush, writing with great force.

"This wedding ring—" He Sang spread out his palm and handed it to him, "You dropped it in the blanket, so I'm returning it to you."

Liang Chihui glanced at it and said indifferently, "Throw it away."

"I spent a fortune custom-making this, it would be a shame to throw it away." She stuffed it into his shirt pocket. "I'll melt it down, engrave it again, and give it to the next woman."

Liang Chihui's face became increasingly cold, and every pore and hair of his face was filled with a bone-chilling coldness.

"The diamond ring can't be melted." He took it out, threw it in anger, hit the hem of her long skirt, and rolled to the corner of the wall.

A flash of diamond light passed by, piercing her and Liang Chihui.

"Sir," the nanny said, pushing open the glass door. "Mrs. Lin is here to see Miss He. Would you please come into the living room?"

Liang Chihui said stiffly, turning his back, "Whatever."

"Ms. He?"

"Please come in." He Sang followed the nanny out.

Mrs. Lin stepped into the entrance hall and asked with concern, "Mrs. Liang, is your fever gone?"

Three days ago, she came to invite He Sang to watch the horse race, but the nanny dismissed her on the pretext of being sick. In fact, she had used Mrs. Huo to spread the news that the truth was exposed, and Liang Chihui forbade He Sang from contacting the outside world.

Even though it's a lie, I have to keep it going.

"Thank you, Mrs. Lin, for your concern." He Sang smiled. "I'm recovered."

"Your complexion has become rosy." Mrs. Lin put down the bags of supplements. "I bought donkey-hide gelatin and bird's nests. I know you don't need good things. The Second Young Master can afford to feed you dragon liver and phoenix marrow. This is my gift."

The nanny took it and went to the kitchen to check it carefully, being very cautious, fearing that she had missed a cell phone, a note, or the like.

Liang Chihui never expected that He Sang would dare to plot against Mrs. Huo. It was too bold and too risky to cause trouble under his nose.

It is undeniable that it is a brilliant move.

Liang Chihui and his bodyguards took every precaution, but they couldn't prevent Mr. and Mrs. Huo.

After all, Mr. and Mrs. Huo are family and know what is important.

But He Sang happened to attack his own people.

As a result, Mrs. Lin also suffered, and Liang Chihui was not very happy about He Sang associating with her.

"Mrs. Liang, there's an equestrian competition going on for five consecutive days at the Western Suburbs Racecourse. Lao Lin got three VIP tickets. The view is the clearest in the referee area in the inner field. Shall we go and take a look?"

He Sang was really bored at home. He wanted to join in the fun, but he was also concerned about Liang Chihui's thoughts. "I'll ask Chihui."

"What do you want to ask?" Liang Chihui just came from the backyard. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the fence could no longer block the rain. His clothes were slightly wet, and his forehead hair was also a little wet, which made his eyebrows stand out and his eyes look bright.

Mrs. Lin went to greet him and said, "Mrs. Liang and Mr. Liang are so loving. They even asked for your opinion before watching the horse race. Why don't you accompany them so that Mrs. Liang won't be separated from you."

He Sang was instantly embarrassed. His relationship with Liang Chihui had been delicate recently. His words "you don't deserve it" and his cold threat yesterday had made him extremely angry. The relationship could not be warmed up for the time being. Mrs. Lin's joke in front of him made the atmosphere even more awkward.

“Who is the organizer?”

"It's the CEO of Guomao." Mrs. Lin said excitedly, "He has a purebred Arabian horse, imported for ten million. There are only two people in Hebei Province who keep Arabian horses, and the other one is Mr. Liang San."

Liang Chihui brushed off the raindrops on his collar and said nothing.

He Sang took a towel and wiped him. "It's not even the hottest days yet, so it's easy to catch a cold. I asked Sister Su to make a bowl of ginger soup. Would you like to drink it to drive away the cold?"

The man remained silent.

After wiping, she said carefully, "I want to go to the stables."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm really bored."

"You deserve to be bored." Liang Chihui looked at her meaningfully. "You followed me. If you want stars, I'll give them to you. If you want the moon, I'll pick it. I never have the heart to spoil your fun. I'll do anything to make you happy, regardless of the cost."

He Sang lowered his hands, walked up to Mrs. Lin and politely declined, "I'm not feeling well. Please ask other friends to see me."

They were all shrewd people who mingled with the wealthy wives, so Mrs. Lin naturally saw through their misconceptions. "Then I won't bother Mrs. Liang anymore while she recovers. I'll play chess with you another day."

He Sang personally saw Mrs. Lin out, lay down on the sofa and turned on the TV.

Liang Chihui was drinking tea on the balcony.

Wave after wave of rain poured down, hitting the windows, and the flowers and trees in the courtyard were scattered all over the ground. Amid the chaotic sound of the rain, Liang Chihui said, "We're going to the horse farm tomorrow. Remember to put on a light coat. The wind is strong in the suburbs."