Chapter 9 Disfigurement

Cheng Xun investigated He Sang's stepfather as instructed and rushed to the villa to report.

The man was talking on the phone in the study and vaguely heard the woman say, "I miss you."

He was distracted and not paying much attention, "Missed me?"

"You're asking even though you already know the answer." The woman said coquettishly, "Are you at the company?"

Liang Jishen paused for a second, "Yeah, overtime."

Cheng Xun glanced at the man behind the table and lowered his head again.

Song He said something ambiguous, "I just took a shower and I'm feeling a bit lonely. Would you like to move in?"

He didn't respond.

"Ji Shen, if I can get pregnant with your child, the Liang family will definitely accept me. The longer I delay, the greater the variables will be. I hope to become your wife as soon as possible."

Liang Jishen found Cheng Xun outside the door and ended the conversation hastily, "I'm busy here, you can go to bed early after dinner."

Song He stared at the dark screen in a daze, feeling sad and angry at being cut off and ignored.

He clearly no longer feels the same way about himself as before.

Liang Jishen was not a man who was passionate about love, but he had always been compassionate and loving to her, and always responded to her requests.

Such coldness ignited the resentment in Song He's heart.

The woman's intervention.

It's the root of the problem.

Liang Jishen sat up straight, leaned back in his chair, and fiddled with the metal cover of his lighter. "What's the result?"

Cheng Xun prepared himself mentally before going in. "His name is Huang Yong. He used to be a small manager at a company, responsible for logistics and procurement. He took too many kickbacks and was fired. He's currently unemployed." Cheng Xun carefully observed his reaction. "Ms. He... reported Huang Yong to the police for harassment when she was 18 and 19."

The flame suddenly went out and then rekindled, and the coldness in the man's eyes spread inch by inch.

"Bring it here."

"I took a photo of her confession." Cheng Xun placed the photo on the table. "For unknown reasons, Ms. He withdrew her report and the two sides reconciled."

When turning to the back of the transcript, the man's brows became more and more gloomy, as if covered with a layer of frost.

Although there was no actual harm, according to the transcript, Huang Yong broke into her room late at night to hug her, peeped at her bathing, and put sleeping pills in her food, which left a deep impression on He Sang.

Liang Jishen squeezed out four words from between his teeth, "I want someone else."

Cheng Xun said, "He has been detained."

The man was filled with murderous intent. He grabbed his coat and strode downstairs.

The car drove to a hidden warehouse outside the East Suburbs Scrap Plant. Cheng Xun kicked open the door. The dilapidated walls on all sides were covered with moldy moss and smelled of damp and rotten fishy smell.

In the middle of a pile of rotten garbage, Huang Yong had his mouth sealed with tape and his hands and feet tied behind his back. When he saw someone coming, he whimpered and squirmed.

It was not until he saw clearly that it was Liang Jishen that the desire to survive in his eyes turned into extreme fear.

The man bent down, peeled off the seal, and patted the back of his head lightly, intimidatingly. "Hello again, Huang Yong."

Huang Yong's black clothes and black pants were stained with cold dew, and he got goose bumps all over his body.

This momentum frightened him so much that he felt guilty and knelt down to beg for mercy, "Mr. Liang, I want to vomit, can I vomit that one million?"

"Vomiting?" Cheng Xun said disdainfully, "Didn't you pay off your gambling debts?"

"I have a stepdaughter." Huang Yong trembled and crawled to Liang Jishen's feet. "Use her to pay off the debt. When the one million is paid off, we will be even."

You are really asking for death.

Cheng Xun stepped aside.

Liang Jishen stepped on Huang Yong's head and crushed it with his shoe. He howled in pain like a stray dog.

"Do you understand why I tied you up?"

Huang Yong buried his face in the dirt and squinted at the man, "I don't... understand."

"You're such a tough talker." The man looked down at her like she was a pile of trash. "You're harassing her, aren't you?"

Huang Yong's face turned pale immediately, and he struggled and screamed, "That bitch slandered me! Her mother can testify that I didn't—"

"You used the safety of Miss He's mother to threaten her to drop the case. Mr. Liang hates scum who bully women the most." Cheng Xun grabbed his legs roughly and pulled the hemp rope, and he rolled and hit the iron gate.

The inertia was too great, and Huang Yong felt dizzy and retched. "Didn't Mr. Liang and my stepdaughter separate—"

Liang Jishen sat on the wooden bench opposite and lit a cigarette impatiently.

Cheng Xun grabbed his hair and said, "Whether we share it or not, it won't prevent Mr. Liang from settling the past accounts with you."

Huang Yong's eyes were bloodshot and twitching in panic.

Liang Ji finished half a cigarette and walked up to him, "Which hand touched her?"

"The police have closed the case, you didn't—"

The man, holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, kicked Huang Yong in the ribs with a swift kick. Blood foam splattered on the bridge of his nose. He wiped it with his fingertips and said, "Have you learned your lesson?"

Huang Yong couldn't stand the beating. He was in so much pain that he almost died. He even said cowardly, "I was just hugging her. When she started to make a fuss, I ran away. I didn't succeed. I really didn't succeed!"

Liang Jishen grabbed his neck and said, "Hold me several times."

"Just once..."

The force gradually increased, forcing Huang Yong to open his mouth wide. "Twice! She was home during the summer vacation, and I took advantage of her mother working the night shift to harass her. She has a fierce temper and almost stabbed me!"

The strong wind blew in his face, and the crisp sound of the broken cement slabs exploded in the quiet wilderness. Huang Yong felt a shock on his head and fainted on the spot.

Liang Jishen threw away the board and walked out of the warehouse.

The bodyguard came forward and asked, "Mr. Liang, will you release him?"

He had a gloomy face and a strong aura, but he didn't say a word.

Cheng Xun winked and lowered his voice, "Send him to the hospital and clean up the scene."

After giving instructions to the bodyguard, he notified He Sang.

"Hit Huang Yong?"

Cheng Xun confessed frankly, "Huang Yong extorted one million yuan from the Liang Group in your name. Furthermore, Mr. Liang learned of some of his crimes and gave him a lesson."

He Sang was stuck at an intersection during the evening rush hour, with a long line of cars in front of him that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. "Where's he?"

"Mr. Liang should go to the police station."

She gripped the steering wheel tightly and said nothing.

Cheng Xun returned to the car and turned around along the highway, "I guess he's disabled."

Liang Jishen leaned his arm against the car door and looked out the window.

"If Mr. Liang and his wife knew... you would be in trouble. It's better to strike first."

Liang Yanzhang was strict in educating his son, and his second wife was always watching him and finding fault with him. If he made a wrong step, even Ji Xilan would not forgive him.

The man remained calm and said, "Let's go to the police station."

At nine o'clock in the evening, He Sang stood outside the intensive care unit. Through the window, she saw Huang Yong lying on the bed in a coma. She had not expected his injuries to be so serious.

The skin was torn and the bones were visible. It was a cruel act.

She entered the house, "Mom."

The woman lying on the edge of the bed didn't hear clearly at first. He Sang called out again. The woman turned her head away blankly, her eyes blurred with tears.

She is clearly just in her early forties, but she looks as haggard as an old woman.

When He Jinping was alive, he earned a good income and was a caring and family-oriented person. She lived a comfortable life and never suffered hardship. But He Sang knew that she did not love He Jinping. Love, marriage, and affection are three different things.

He Sang put down an envelope and said, "Here is 50,000 yuan. You can replenish your nutrition."

The woman straightened up and said, "You hired someone to beat up your Uncle Huang."

He Sang controlled his temper and said, "It's not me."

"Who else could it be if not you? The doctor diagnosed him with a concussion and a broken leg." The woman pressed on. "Your father has been dead for six years. Do you really want me to be a widow and live out my life in loneliness?"

Before he could finish his words, He Sang was slapped.

She trembled and covered her face, saying nothing.

The woman pointed at He Sang and said, "Your Uncle Huang is my lifelong support. Are you satisfied if you separate us?"

"He messed with the wrong people! Blackmail is illegal." He Sang also exploded. "My father's body is still warm, and you sold the house to marry him. I can only live in school and return to your home during holidays. Do you know what kind of person he is?"

"Huiwen—" Huang Yong regained consciousness in time and grabbed He's mother's hand. "Go to the Liang family and demand compensation... If they don't give it, have He Sang testify against Liang Jishen. I'm going to bring them to ruin!"

"Sue them? You're dreaming." He Sang sneered, "You deserve it."

"Rebellion..." Huang Yong coughed with eyes wide open. "Huiwen, she's not my biological daughter. She's He Jinping's daughter. She's not on the same page with me!"

"Don't get angry." Mother He pressed the emergency bell while crying, "I'll do whatever you say."

He Sang was too disappointed and no longer had any mercy. "Mom, the day he drains you dry is the day you'll regret it." After saying this, she slammed the door and left.

*

The next day, He Sang went to the police station and saw two cars parked at the door.

Because of Liang Jing's prominent position in international diplomacy, all of the Liang family's cars have license plates with A0, which are very conspicuous.

He Sang knocked on the car window, and when it lowered, a strange man dressed as a bodyguard appeared.

"Where's Secretary Cheng?"

The bodyguard said, "In front."

She went around to the first car. Cheng Xun was eating breakfast in the driver's seat. He Sang knocked on the window and asked, "What's going on?"

He stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth, pushed the door open and got out of the car, "The Liang family has come forward."

He Sang's heart skipped a beat. This trouble was caused by her.

Cheng Xun comforted her, "Since Mr. Liang dared to do it, he must have a way to deal with it. Besides, it's not a glorious thing, so Mr. Liang won't make it public."

Soon, two police officers escorted Liang Jishen out. One of them shook his hand and said, "Mr. Liang, please continue to cooperate with the subsequent mediation and compensation. We will also verify your report of Huang Yong's suspected extortion."

"no problem."

He turned around and his eyes met He Sang.

After staying in there for a night, his brows looked a little tired, and the stubble on his chin was thick and dark, making him look more masculine.

He Sang sneezed suddenly, his nose and ears turned red, and his eyelashes were covered with broken ice crystals, which became especially watery when he blinked.

Liang Jishen walked down the stairs and snatched the coat from Cheng Xun's hand. "How long have you been here?"

"More than half an hour."

He walked closer and handed her his coat, "Why don't you wait in the car."

He Sang continued to sneeze as he put on his clothes. "Secretary Cheng said you'd be out soon, so I've been waiting."

The bodyguard from the second car got out and approached him. "Third Master, the Chairman wants you to return to the old house immediately." He glanced at He Sang again and said, "Miss He, come with me."

Liang Jishen pulled He Sang behind him, his expression stiff, "It has nothing to do with her."

"Do you think you can hide this from Director Liang?" The bodyguard gestured for permission. "Third Young Master, please don't embarrass me."