65 Meeting

◎The colorful world is fascinating.◎

Qiao Shuyu always felt a little strange these days.

The reason was simple—Liang Ting'an was just too cheerful. Yes, the acquisition was going smoothly, so it was only natural for him to offer bonuses to the participants, but there was no need to go all champagne-filled at halftime.

All employees related to this project, from the president to the interns, basically received more or less bonuses. If you calculate it one by one, it is at least a million in expenses. Aren’t you afraid that people will become restless?

"Shuyu, what do you want to say?"

Shortly after finishing an online meeting, a man in a suit loosened his tie and subconsciously swiped his phone screen with his slender fingers, as if to see if there were any new messages.

"Oh, nothing serious. I just wanted to confirm that you're having dinner with Chairman Liang, Mr. Liang, and Mr. Jing at Zhimadong tonight, right?"

Qiao Shuyu wouldn't complain about the high salary; she was just worried that others would become too arrogant and add to her workload. However, if the boss wanted to serve food, she'd better not turn the table, as it would spoil the mood.

Liang Ting'an blacked out the screen again: "Yeah. But, that's not what you wanted to say."

Qiao Shuyu hesitated before finally speaking the truth: "...I'm not going to hide it from you. It's mainly because you gave out bonuses without warning yesterday. Everyone in the company is discussing this privately now, and the atmosphere is quite positive. But I'm a little worried that the excitement might turn into tragedy."

"Your concerns are justified." After a moment's hesitation, Liang Ting'an nodded. "Talk to the supervisors and have them manage their subordinates well. If you have any concerns in the future, you can speak directly to me. You're not an outsider when it comes to work."

For him and Liang Zhihui, their personal secretaries were like close friends. They had known each other since junior high school, and they had gone to university together and worked together after returning. There was no need for them to be so cautious.

In life, we must maintain a sense of distance and propriety, but when it comes to work, it is a highly relevant interest group and there is no need to be too particular about it. Everyone knows that the truth hurts.

Qiao Shuyu sighed in relief: "Okay, Mr. Liang, I'll remember that. I'll be leaving now."

She nodded slightly, but was stopped just as she turned around.

"Oh, right—"

She turned around: "What's wrong, Mr. Liang?"

The person sitting in the office chair had a calm expression and a gentle tone: "If Weiwei asks you about your plans for tonight in the future, I won't be able to answer you clearly."

“…Yes.” Qiao Shuyu was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

·

Yixing's working hours were irregular, and Liang Ting'an left the office after working eight hours. Today, he had something important to do, so he didn't plan to clock in for the usual nine hours. As soon as he left the office building, he drove to Zhimadong.

The "Zhimadong" restaurant is as its name suggests, it is a home-style restaurant located in a small Zhima Hutong. It is well-known and the average consumption per person is around 100 yuan. Most of the people who go there to eat are old Beijing residents.

Liang Jiangsheng was playing golf with Mr. Shao from Wangheng next door today. They chatted as they played, and before they knew it, the game had dragged on until quite late. By the time he arrived at Zhimadong, the three siblings were already there.

Catching a glimpse of the leather shoes that entered the box, Liang Zhihui put down his hands, which were hot, and stood up and called out, "Dad, you're here."

Liang Jiangsheng was still thinking about the fact that she had become a homosexual and a pedophile, so he just nodded indifferently and sat in the main seat.

Most of the time, Liang Jingyi would play the role of a taciturn person in front of her "father", not wanting to say a word. Therefore, during this family dinner, it was the other three who spoke most of the time, while she was responsible for keeping silent and making up the crowd.

Liang Ting'an had already ordered the dishes in advance. Not long after Liang Jiangsheng sat down, they began to serve them one after another. When all five dishes and one soup were served, the door of the box was completely closed.

He also spoke at this time.

"Dad, our family hasn't gotten together for a long time. I'm having this meal with you today because I want to talk to you and discuss something."

Liang Jiangsheng stared at the hand that poured him a glass of wine, refusing to accept the overture. "What on earth are you three planning to do? Why don't you just say it directly?"

He really wanted to see what kind of disgusting things these good children he raised could cause.

"Your marriage to mother was decided here, right?"

After getting permission, Liang Ting'an did not talk about business right away. Instead, he endured the dissatisfaction and recalled the past, with a tone of hypocritical nostalgia.

Liang Jiangsheng sneered, still refusing to accept the overtures: "Oh, that's true. But does it have anything to do with you? At that time, you weren't even an embryo."

Liang Ting'an remained calm and even chuckled, "Yes, Dad. If Mom had been less moral back then, I would have had a new biological father."

Since he was unwilling to talk nicely, it was probably only natural for me to go all out.

"...Liang Ting'an, are you planning a rebellion?"

"Dad, the last feudal dynasty perished a hundred years ago. There is no throne left for us to fight for."

The two of them were arguing with each other, neither of them giving the other any face.

Liang Jingyi drank a mouthful of pork ribs and lotus root soup and sneered silently.

When dogs bite each other, both get a mouth full of fur.

She had no interest in listening to the two old guys arguing with each other. She looked at her second sister sitting opposite her, pointed at her phone, and after receiving the other party's "understood" look, she started typing.

Jingyi: [Aunt Si's marriage was actually arranged in this shop?]

Second sister: [Yes, my uncle likes the noodles with soybean paste from this restaurant.]

Liang Jingyi was surprised and raised an eyebrow: [So approachable? ]

She saw that Liang Zhihui's expression was inexplicably subtle.

Second sister: [Actually, my great uncle’s family doesn’t have much money.]

Liang Jingyi didn't believe it: [How is that possible?]

Liang Zhihui sighed: "Really? The Lu family's money is basically donated annually, leaving only normal living expenses and a guaranteed medical emergency deposit."

Thinking of the dinner with the Lu family during the Chinese New Year, Liang Jingyi stopped talking. She suddenly thought of another thing.

In detail, the relationship between the Si and Lu families was also very strange. Logically speaking, the Si family married the only daughter of the Lu family at that time, so the Lu family should have a good relationship with the Si family. However, unexpectedly, Ms. Lu had an accident while giving birth to Si Yunheng and died of amniotic fluid embolism.

The Lu family said nothing, but instead arranged with the Si family to have Si Yunheng, the mother of the Liang twins, live at the Lu family for six months each year. Furthermore, the Lu family would oversee and manage Si Yunheng's academic development. During festivals, the Lu family never visited the Si family, at most allowing Si Yunheng to visit to save face.

As for Si Yunheng's marriage, the Lu family said, "Whatever the little girl says is fine, we don't care." The older generations of the Si and Liang families had a very good relationship and had planned their marriage long ago. There were many people of the right age, but the Si family insisted on giving priority to Si Yunheng.

If she is willing, then she can marry him. If she is not willing, then find someone else.

Ms. Si wasn't interested in politics; she studied actuarial science, a field she planned to pursue, and wasn't particularly particular about marriage. She met Liang Jiangsheng and, impressed by his good looks, agreed to the marriage. However, both of them were known for their strong, rigid personalities, and after a brief period of sweetness, they were met with endless arguments.

After two years of arguing, they parted ways peacefully. Si Yunheng didn't ask for a penny from the Liang family, nor did she want a child. At the prime of her life, at the age of 26, she went straight to London to study for a doctorate and still travels around the world.

Liang Jingyi slowly recalled the information he had learned in the past, thinking while eating.

Isn't the "Si" in Si Yunheng's name the connection between the Liang and Lu families? Why do the Si and Lu families have the most mediocre relationship?

However, before she could come up with a rough idea, the tug of war between Liang's father and son came to an end.

Liang Jiangsheng finished the liquor in one gulp and placed the small glass back on the wooden table with a clatter. "Stop talking nonsense and get down to business."

Liang Ting'an no longer tried to hide his feelings and came straight to the point: "Weiwei is pregnant."

Across from him, the man with silver hair on his temples clenched his glass tightly, his eyes slightly sinister, and his tone was sarcastic: "Then you shouldn't talk to me about this, go find Qin Zhen."

"It's not his, why look for him?"

Liang Ting'an ruthlessly crushed his father's last wish, and said with a half-smile: "Dad, don't you want to see three generations living together?"

The veins on his forehead were throbbing, and Liang Jiangsheng couldn't hold back his voice: "Liang Zhihui, Liang Jingyi!"

"What's wrong, Dad?"

Indeed, Liang Zhihui is a good girl who always responds when called upon. Compared with Liang Jingyi's lazy "hmm", her attitude seems particularly good.

"Liang Ting'an has gone crazy, and you're not going to do anything about it?!"

Facing his father's questioning, Liang Zhihui responded calmly: "Dad, I know you're anxious. But think about it carefully. I can't really control this kind of thing, right? Liang Ting'an is my eldest brother. Even if he wants to control it, he should be the one to control me."

Liang Zhihui likes to use secular stereotypes to exonerate himself. He believes that power must be held, decisions must be made, and all the money must be in his hands.

As for reputation, no matter whether it is good or bad, as long as she is annoyed by it, she will blame it all on her brother.

Something happened? Then you should go find my brother. What's the point of looking for me? I'm "Little Boss Liang", not "Boss Liang"; as for good things, Liang Zhihui usually won't rush to claim them. If you become a "good person", don't you have to do "good things"?

Liang Zhihui only did good things that were beneficial to himself and did not want to take on too much good reputation.

Liang Jingyi understood what she meant, and seeing Liang Jiangsheng's expression as if he had eaten a fly, she couldn't help herself. To prevent herself from laughing out loud, she turned her face away, covered her face with her palm, and pretended to yawn.

Looking at the current scene, Liang Jiangsheng felt suffocated for some reason.

The private rooms at Zhimadong were generally small, with a square table and people sitting on each side. Liang Jiangsheng sat opposite Liang Ting'an, while Liang Jingyi sat directly opposite Liang Zhihui. His room's wooden ceiling was covered with rectangular strips of lights, one after another, arranged horizontally, casting a cold light downward.

Perhaps because it was too old, the light in front of him flickered, and when his second daughter finished speaking, it lost its last bit of light and suddenly went out.

In an instant, the shadows cut out a vague dividing line, separating him from the other three people, and his biological children who shared the same blood with him all sat on the other end.

The twins were looking directly at him, with a familiar yet hypocritical smile in their eyes. Their postures were humble and respectful, but their aura was not to be underestimated.

And Liang Jingyi didn't even look at him.

Liang Jiangsheng's morale was crumbling.

A pretty girl, with a rich complexion, rested her elbows on a quaint, aged mahogany table. Her royal blue shirt sleeves were rolled up above her forearms, revealing her lean, firm muscles. Her slender knuckles twitched as she sent a message to the person on the other end of the phone.

Jingyi: [It's just a few departments working overtime. Don't be afraid, I'll be back soon.]

VV: [Did you eat well? I feel like the group's overtime meals aren't very tasty. (Cat sighs)]

Jingyi laughed silently: [Have you eaten it? (Cat peeking out)]

This person probably can't even write the word "overtime".

VV: [But I just don't think it looks very good. How about I make you some noodles when you get home?]

Liang Jingyi was full, her stomach was empty. She lowered her eyes and typed: [No, you should rest well. I'll kiss you when I get back.]

The other party was silent for a while, and finally sent an emoji of "stinky hooligan". Inevitably, a good mood spread, Liang Jingyi smiled softly and turned off the phone.

Okay, we can continue watching the show.

"So, what do you want?"

After a long time, a hoarse middle-aged male voice sounded, and Liang Jiangsheng made a gesture of retreating.

Liang Ting'an said calmly, "Get the marriage certificate, get married, and have the wedding."

He will not take away anything that should be given to Liang Youwei.

Every word was so powerful that it brought the atmosphere to silence.

After a brief silence, Liang Jiangsheng suddenly laughed, and his laughter became louder and louder.

"You can do it, Liang Ting'an, you really can do it!"

Liang Jingyi glanced at him. What kind of madness was this old man going on? And Liang Ting'an, was he out of his mind? Marrying Liang Youwei was already a great blessing, and he actually wanted to have a wedding?

As one of the heirs of Yixing, he married his adopted sister, showing a complete lack of moral ethics. What if this matter wasn't properly concealed, causing public and shareholder doubts and distrust, and affecting the group's stock price?

Yixing doesn’t just belong to him, damn!

Thinking of money, Liang Jingyi immediately became restless and frowned, about to open her mouth to refute. But as soon as she straightened her back, she was fixed by Liang Zhihui's gaze.

The sister opposite remained calm and looked at him calmly, which basically meant - "Shut up."

Liang Jingyi gritted his teeth, but was inexplicably obedient. He pursed his lips and turned away his raised eyes.

I will endure, endure, endure...

"Don't even think about the wedding!"

Liang Jiangsheng suddenly laughed out loud, then suddenly stopped laughing. In the blink of an eye, he changed into a new mask, which became cold and gloomy, just like the extinguished lamp.

"Liang Ting'an, let me tell you, you may be shameless, but the Liang family still has some! If you want to marry Liang Youwei, fine. First, change her last name back to Shang. You and her can get married quietly, and I won't say a word! But if you want to hold a grand wedding and make it known to everyone, no way!"

Liang Ting'an frowned, his expression calm and indifferent, but what he said was extremely rebellious: "This matter will be known to everyone sooner or later, so why deliberately hide it? When the child is born, it will still take Weiwei's surname, so it's better not to change her surname. As for the wedding, it only happens once in a lifetime, so of course we have to make it a good one."

Liang Ting'an didn't know whether Liang Youwei wanted to have a grand wedding, but personally, he really wanted one, and it had to be grand.

Liang Jiangsheng wants to kill someone.

How can there be such shameless people in the world?

"Dad, you think Yixing is important, but I don't care."

Liang Ting'an used business tricks and threatened his father with a mixture of truth and falsehood, "I only do what I really want to do. The price is not important. If the Liang family can become an ordinary family and get Liang Youwei in return, I think it's great."

Surprisingly, he didn't even care about Yixing's life or death...

Liang Jiangsheng breathed hard, regretting that he had not strangled Liang Ting'an to death in his cradle.

Liang Jingyi frowned as she heard this, the accusations and insults already running into her throat. At this moment, her cell phone vibrated and she lowered her eyes.

Second sister: [Don't believe it, he's talking nonsense.]

In an instant, Liang Jingyi let go of his hand.

That's fine.

…

With the silent approval of Liang Zhihui and Liang Jingyi, the final negotiation result ended with Liang Ting'an's victory.

After the meal, Liang Tingan, being extremely gentlemanly, tried to help his father up, but was harshly pushed away.

Don’t get involved if you’re crazy!

After some self-relief, Liang Jiangsheng's chest was no longer heaving. He said in a cold tone, "You three, don't go home for the next few days."

He will be sixty in two years and wants to live a few more years.

"But Dad, Liang Youwei is still..." Liang Jingyi finally raised his head, subconsciously wanting to refuse, but was interrupted by Liang Jiangsheng's next words: "She shouldn't stay in the old house either. You can go wherever you want."

·

Since he turned sixty, Shao Feng has changed his daily routine and goes to bed at ten o'clock every day.

But today, not long after he lay down on the bed, he was woken up by a phone call.

"Who is it? It's already this late." Song Yinbing turned the page of "Bronze Sunflower" without moving his brows.

Shao Feng squinted his eyes and looked at the phone screen: "Lao Liang?"

Song Yinbing understood and nodded: "Liang Jiangsheng. Didn't you just get together today? Is there anything else you haven't discussed?"

"I remember there wasn't much to say, just chatting about the kids." Shao Feng answered his wife's question before answering the call: "Lao Liang, what's going on?"

Liang Jiangsheng took a deep breath and got straight to the point: "Your Shao Yue's marriage hasn't been decided yet, right?"

"The second one hasn't been decided yet, but the third one is almost done." Shao Feng was still in the mood to joke, "Has your eldest one been decided yet? You even asked me."

"I plan to officially end my relationship with Liang Youwei and marry her to Shao Yue. What do you think?"

"What?" Shao Feng was shocked, his hands shaking as he reached for his glasses. "You want to arrange marriages for these two children? Or for my second child?"

"You didn't support my idea at first because you were afraid that our two families would be too closely connected and draw too much attention. Well, how about I just issue an official document directly, naming Liang Youwei as the Liang family's adopted daughter?"

Liang Jiangsheng's tone was deliberately suppressed, neither light nor heavy. But Shao Feng and he had been brothers for fifty years, so how could he not hear his anger?

He tutted his words and looked around, "No, there's something wrong with you. First, tell me what's wrong with you. Why are you up in the middle of the night and coming to discuss this with me?"

The person next to him made a lot of noise, and Song Yinbing gave him a puzzled look.

How could they even bring up the child? Xiao Yue had said countless times that he didn't want to get married, so what was Old Shao doing?

"You know our family situation well. No one can control Shao Yue. His marriage is entirely up to him. Besides, he's a fickle person. Even if he liked Weiwei before, I estimate that he would fade after two years."

Shao Feng lied without blinking and blurted out the lies.

Liang Jiangsheng didn't bother to argue and made a quick decision: "Don't try to deceive me. He, Qin Zhen, and Zhao Lingyu are all eager to marry Liang Youwei. There's no need to listen to their opinions. Just tell me whether you're willing or not."

"...No, Liang Jiangsheng, what do you mean?"

Seeing that he couldn't get past Ma Hu's eyes, Shao Feng stopped pretending. He frowned and said, "You just throw things you don't want at me, right? No matter how ridiculous Shao Yue is, he is still my biological son. No matter what, he has to be paired with someone who is related to you, right? I dare not think about your precious niece, but the girl from the Liang family is more than just Zhi Hui Jingyi."

Liang Jiangsheng was too lazy to pretend: "Yes, the Liang family is indeed not short of people, but is your son willing to marry?"

Shao Feng choked: "..."

Liang Jiangsheng finally found an outlet for his anger tonight. He said sarcastically, "Your second child is turning 30 soon. He should find someone to live with sooner rather than later."

The conversation was getting smoother and smoother, and he wanted to go further, but he was interrupted by a female voice: "Liang Jiangsheng, did you have a fight with Jingshu? You're feeling frustrated at home, so why are you taking it out on Lao Shao?"

The next moment, Liang Jiangsheng's temples began to beat violently.

Shao Feng actually complained to his wife? Is he shameless?

You must know that Song Yinbing is one of the most "tough-tempered" people in the imperial capital. Even after being baptized by two generations of a scholarly family in Jiangnan, the tough temperament passed down from his ancestors remains unchanged.

She casually put a simple leaf bookmark in, closed the book, took the phone with a swift movement, and called the person by name in a clear and generous voice.

"If you want to arrange my son's marriage, you should at least come to me to discuss it, right? Come on, if you have any opinions, just tell me directly, Liang Jiangsheng."

With someone's support, Shao Feng's mood instantly turned from sunny to cloudy. He held back his smile and gave a thumbs-up.

Song Yinbing snorted silently and rolled her eyes at him, mocking his weakness.

virtue.

When a scholar meets a soldier, he can't explain his reason. Liang Jiangsheng slowed down his tone and spoke again in a much calmer tone: "Yinbing, isn't it too late? I don't think it's necessary to disturb your sleep."

"Oh, you know it's night time now? Okay, stop talking nonsense, do you want to marry Youwei here?" After saying this in a cryptic way, Song Yinbing got to the point and asked directly.

Liang Jiangsheng said patiently, "Well, I will emphasize her identity - the adopted daughter of the Liang family. You don't have to worry too much. It's not to the point where a big tree attracts the wind."

"It's not impossible, but you have to guarantee in advance that Liang Youwei and Qin Zhen are really breaking up. Why did I hear that she went skiing with Qin Zhen during the Chinese New Year? Lao Liang, be more honest."

Song Yinbing had no problem with Liang Youwei, but she was skeptical of her ability to handle relationships. She had always shown limited concern for her second child, so she preferred to remain cautious in this regard.

"It broke off a long time ago."

Now Liang Youwei is concentrating on those with the surname Liang, and those with the surname Qin have no chance to get a chance.

"She doesn't have a boyfriend or girlfriend now?"

She could see clearly what the little girl from the Zhao family was thinking.

"without."

There's a baby in my belly.

Song Yinbing was very straightforward. He took the phone in his right hand and held down Shao Feng, who was about to speak, with his left hand: "Okay. Is Weiwei free these days? Let's have a meal together."

The male voice said decisively: "The day after tomorrow."

The sooner this happens, the better. Liang Youwei shouldn't have any symptoms of morning sickness yet, right?

The female voice followed closely: "The usual place of Wangsheng, 12 noon, that's settled."

It is better to have the conversation at your own hotel.

The male voice replied: "Deal."

He Jingshu has to find a way to ask Liang Youwei out.

The female voice responded: "Then hang up."

I also have to explain the situation to my husband, it’s so annoying.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yinbing interrupted Shao Feng before he could say anything: "Listen to me first, okay?"

"...Wife, do you think I dare to say anything?"

"If you don't dare, then just act cowardly and don't say anything to upset me." Song Yinbing felt annoyed when she heard this. She put the book aside and placed it on the bedside. "You know how sullen Xiaoyue is around us."

“…”

Shao Feng was silent for a while, then nodded.

"The boss is too strong, Lingti is gentle, so they're a perfect match. The same goes for Xiaoyue. We really did him wrong in the past. Now that Old Liang is willing to reveal Liang Youwei's background, Xiaoyue marrying an orphan...it's not a big deal."

Shao Feng frowned, a frown forming on his forehead: "But wife, do you really like Liang Youwei?"

"As long as Xiaoyue likes it, that's fine."

Song Yinbing's answer was irrelevant, the well-maintained beauty's face showing no obvious expression of like or dislike. She had a broad, oval face that suited both the past and the present, and her large, delicate features made her look particularly relaxed and beautiful.

The woman said calmly, "From childhood to adulthood, he hasn't gotten much of what he wanted. We've already felt very sorry for the second brother. It's impossible for him to go through life without even holding Liang Youwei's hand."

Shao Feng muttered in a low voice: "It's not like we haven't even held hands."

Song Yinbing frowned: "Your son has mysophobia, didn't you know?"

Shao Feng:.

He really doesn't know.

The colorful world outside is fascinating, and Shao Feng doesn't believe that Shao Yue can control himself without anyone to supervise him.

【Author’s words】

It’s over, it’s over, I forgot to save the draft again and sent it out in advance!!!

Let’s change tomorrow’s portion to be sent out at 23:00 (lie down) Ahhh why am I so quick!!!