Chapter 402 Slapped Her

Liang Jishen got off work promptly at five o'clock and hurried into the elevator. Cheng Xun was beside him, reporting, "Miss He's pregnancy has spread within the Second Young Master's circle. The Lin and Zheng families, who knew about it, were relatively tight-lipped. Mrs. Wang and the wives of the Zhang Group executives were discussing it privately. Assistant Fan came forward to warn them, and the Second Young Master is protecting Miss He very well."

"Liang Chihui will not waste this trump card. He will show it when it is most useful."

"Threatened you?"

The elevator number kept decreasing and stopped at B2.

Liang Jishen stored a large-space SUV sedan in China Overseas Group to facilitate business trips to other cities. He had not driven it for a long time. At the beginning of the month, the garage was overhauled and painted, and the roof was covered with a thick layer of dust.

He pulled a baseball bat from the trunk, tied the tarpaulin to the end of the bat, and roughly cleaned the car window. "It's not just a threat to me. The hostage is a pregnant woman, and Zhao Kai also has to consider her safety. The Liang family's wife and eldest grandson were killed. This is a serious mistake made by the police."

Cheng Xun opened the car door and said, "I'll notify Director Zhao right away. Please be careful."

Liang Jishen got into the back seat. The bodyguard tested the feel of the steering wheel and the view from the windshield in the driver's seat. "As soon as we find any trace of Tong Er, I'll give you a signal. Zhao Kai will arrest him, and I'll withdraw."

"I know that it was just your guess that Tong Er was in the Salt Lake Snack Street. We can't act rashly and alert the enemy. You should go there first. Once you have confirmed information, it will be justified for Director Zhao to take action." Cheng Xun watched the car drive out of the garage.

At the same time, Liang Chihui's car also drove out of Bixi Mansion.

Take a shortcut and rush southwest.

7:30.

All the ships were moored at the Salt Lake Port, with puffs of white smoke coming out of their whistles.

The sky was filled with large patches of fiery clouds, and the afterglow of the setting sun enveloped the sea level, creating an eerie tranquility before the storm.

Liang Jishen moved the cupboard next to the kitchen stove and found a yellowed wooden door.

The waiter trembled in fear, "It's the manager... He hid a cripple in there, who usually cleans the place and doesn't get paid, so we have no choice but to obey."

Liang Jishen didn't make things difficult for the waiters. "Lead the way."

Passing through the small wooden door, there is an old cement alley connecting four tube-shaped buildings in the urban village. One building is nine stories high, with twelve households on each floor. There are no windows in the corridor, and shoes and takeout boxes are mixed together, creating a foul smell.

All the waiters, chefs, and cleaners in the snack street, who are all from other places, rent houses in tube-shaped buildings.

When I pushed open the security door of Room 401, the smell of blood hit me in the face. The ground was in a mess, and a man was lying in the mess. He was short, with a pale and thin face. It was Tong Er.

Tong Er recognized Liang Jishen at a glance, got up in panic, and tried to escape by jumping out of the window.

Liang Jishen grabbed him by the collar and said, "Can you run away? Have you forgotten what I do? Even people with nimble legs and feet can't outrun me, let alone you."

"You're trespassing!" he roared.

Liang Jishen held him down firmly. "This isn't a residential building. It's the suspect's hideout."

"I was planning to turn myself in..." Tong Er trembled, "Why didn't you give me a chance to turn myself in!"

"You have He Jinping's blood debt on your hands. Surrendering or being arrested will result in the death penalty." Liang Jishen swung his arm fiercely, and Tong Er staggered back to the ground. His limbs became paralyzed bit by bit, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and the crotch of his worn pants was stained.

I was scared to death.

This is the advantage of catching people in the act.

Suspects who surrender themselves are often mentally prepared, especially Tong Er, who surrendered himself at the instruction of Liang Chihui. He had repeatedly rehearsed, preset, and drilled in his mind what to confess and what to conceal. It is not easy to break through his defenses, and a sudden attack is the easiest to break through.

Liang Jishen looked around the dormitory. There were four beds. Tong Er slept on the floor, and there were a lot of dirty footprints on the bedding. It was obvious that the employees were conspiring to exclude and bully him as a disabled person.

He was a fugitive and tried every possible means to beg for Liang Chihui's protection, but he dared not speak out.

Once he got into trouble, Liang Chihui would hate him and ignore him, leaving him completely destitute.

Liang Jishen stood in front of him and asked, "You turned yourself in. Is there a mastermind behind this who is instructing you?"

"No." Since he was going to die, Tong Er decided to give it his all.

"You suddenly figured it out and didn't want to hide anymore, so you turned yourself in, right?"

Tong Er was ready to die, "Yes."

"Do you know Liang Chihui?"

"I've heard of it, but I don't know it."

Liang Jishen smiled, "Where's Ni Hong?"

"Yes, Ms. Ni is my direct superior. She paid the bill herself, 500,000 in cash."

"Has Ni Hong mentioned Liang Chihui to you?"

Tong Er lay there, "I mentioned it."

"How long have we been living like this?" Liang Jishen changed the subject and Tong Er was stunned.

They chatted calmly, like old friends meeting. "How long have you been doing this, half-human, half-ghost life, begging for a living, living like a street rat?"

Tong Er's face turned pale.

"Since February, right?" Liang Jishen crouched low, while Tong Er stiffened. "Liang Chihui has a pony and a parrot in his office in Yunhai Building. He flies in grass from the grasslands every day and imports feed from abroad. In his eyes, your life is even less valuable than an animal's. That includes your sister-in-law, Li Xiaorong. She lived in a bungalow for ten years after marrying Tong Da, but now she has a self-built house with a full set of new furniture. She's very content, but do you understand? Liang Chihui's pony lives in the Bixi Mansion, a property worth 70 million yuan, and has a nanny to look after it."

Tong Er's face became increasingly pale.

"What will become of your sister-in-law if you die?" Liang Jishen said, each word piercing his heart. "Liang Chihui promised to support her for life. Do you believe him? If he doesn't keep his promise, will your sister-in-law win the lawsuit in Ji Province? It would be foolish to entrust your vulnerable family to such a cold-blooded and heartless man."

It hit Tong Er in the heart. He twitched violently, his pupils dilated, and he gasped for breath.

"Only by entrusting it to the police, entrusting it to me, can Li Xiaorong be protected."

Sirens wailed as the streets of Salt Lake City were surrounded.

Liang Jishen walked out of the dormitory, and a group of police officers handcuffed Tong Er on the spot and escorted him into a police car.

......

He Sang was restless tonight. She did not go back to her room to sleep, but sat on the sofa watching TV.

At two o'clock in the morning, a cluster of car lights shone on the glass, making her eyelids numb.

The engine stalled with a loud noise, and the nanny woke up, walked out of the servant's room, and opened the entrance door.

Liang Chihui was wearing a dark business suit, and his aura was extremely depressed.

"Miss He insisted on waiting for you in the living room and refused to go upstairs to rest. I tried to persuade her but she wouldn't listen." The nanny straightened Liang Chihui's suit. "Miss He is young. Girls of her age are pampered by men. It's rare to see her so caring."

He Sang looked at Liang Chihui without saying a word.

It clearly hadn't rained in the city, but he was damp, probably having come back from the port or the lake, and there was a smell of moist water vapor.

"You're entertaining?"

Liang Chihui's eyes shot towards her, as if covered with invisible thorns, and her skin inexplicably hurt.

There was no light in the living room, and there was a small glass lamp on the terrace, a slightly charcoal yellow color.

The man stood against the light, silent.

The babysitter asked, "Would you like a midnight snack?"

"You can leave now." His expression was indifferent, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or sad.

The nanny closed the door to the servants' room.

"My midnight snack is lotus root and pork rib soup. I made it." He Sang stepped forward. "Would you like to try it?"

Liang Chihui stared at her for a long while. He felt tired and rubbed his brow. "Make some tea."

"Drinking tea will cause insomnia, so drink pear soup instead. Sister Su has stewed pear soup. You smoke, and pear soup can clear your lungs." He Sang was cautious, always feeling that his temper was on the verge of exploding.

He sat down, "Have you drunk?"

"The nutritionist didn't allow me to eat pears, so I steamed apples. They are very sweet when steamed."

Liang Chihui took off his tie and wrapped it around his forearm. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, leaving his forearms bare. The burgundy tie contrasted sharply with his fair skin. The darker the light, the more sexual tension there was.

"I'll be working overtime later, so I'll have some tea to refresh myself."

He Sang obediently went to the kitchen to make tea. Liang Chihui's eyes were fixed on a shadow on the floor, which was in the shape of a lampshade.

There was a deep and endless darkness in his eyes, and terrifying waves were surging.

He Sang took the teacup and returned to the living room, his shadow slowly covering the shadow.

A big ball swallowed up a small ball.

The anger that shook his chest also devoured Liang Chihui's reason at this moment.

The moment he took the cup, he grabbed He Sang's wrist.

Although He Sang has become much rounder, he is still too thin and skinny, with small bones. When you pinch them, they feel soft and fragile, as if they will break.

Such an innocent, harmless, weak woman.

Drill a hole in his ship.

Liang Chihui placed his palm on her face, wrapped it domineeringly, and rubbed the corners of her eyes with his fingertips. The warmth of his fingers was the coolness of the late night.

The coolness gradually turned into a chill.

Cold to the bone.

He Sang couldn't help but shudder.

"Chi Hui——"

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but before she could finish them, a slap crossed her face.

The man's movements were large, but the force was so light that she was dazed and couldn't tell whether it was a slap or his hand slipping.

She covered her left cheek and called his name again, "Chi Hui."

"You betrayed me three times in total. I won't go home and won't see you, but have I ever touched you with a finger? Have I ever cursed you a single word?" The man's face was cold, without emotion or tone, like a machine that had just been thawed in the snow.

He Sang understood that he didn't slip his hand, it was really a slap.

He didn't want to hit her too hard, so he restrained himself and slapped her.

Liang Chihui's fighting skills were not inferior to Liang Jishen, who had been honed on the front line. He didn't even use a fraction of his strength, otherwise even a fraction of his strength would have been enough to knock her down and make her bleed.