Chapter 11: Bitch is unfaithful, actor is ruthless
Liang Jishen shaved his beard, changed his clothes and came out, "Who were you talking to just now?"
He Sang didn't hide it from him, "Your second brother."
The man frowned, "What did you say?"
She pushed aside her long hair, revealing the pearl earring. "I lost my earring in the hospital, and he found it and gave it back to me."
"Spend less time with him." Liang Jishen said this and walked downstairs.
He Sang knew that there were turbulent situations between them and they were wary of each other. In addition, the two wives had always been at odds with each other, so neither of them was not wearing a mask.
In the living room, Liang Yanzhang was feeding a parrot on the balcony. It was a Mexican blue parrot, the most human-like of parrots. It flapped its wings at He Sang and said, "Weng Qiong, Weng Qiong."
She tilted her head and looked at the parrot in the cage.
Liang Yanzhang heard the footsteps and closed the cage door. He stood there, deep in thought, "Weng Qiong is my first wife."
The biological mother of the famous embassy secretary-general Liang Jing.
He walked slowly past He Sang and said, "Weng Qiong's most famous work is The Bund."
He Sang suddenly realized.
At the birthday banquet, she got her lines wrong and Liang Yanzhang was very dissatisfied. But when she took her bow on stage, he not only did not blame her, but praised her for her extraordinary charm.
Because Weng Qiong also played Feng Chengcheng.
Seeing her makes me miss her.
He married two wives in a row, but he was still obsessed with his first wife. I really don’t know whether Liang Yanzhang was loyal and devoted or just pretending to be affectionate.
Not long after he left, Liang Chihui also came down from the second floor. The two brothers were of completely different types. The elder one was bright and graceful, like a refined gentleman with a jade face, while the younger one was heroic and wild, like a deep wolf.
Liang Jishen bowed slightly, and said indifferently, "Second brother."
"Ji Shen has made great progress." Liang Chihui said meaningfully, "He beat someone up in broad daylight?"
The man smiled, "Second brother is very concerned about my every move."
"As my own brother, I should care about you." Liang Chihui smiled and sat down. "If you get into trouble again in the future, I will help you solve it."
Hypocritical, smooth and good at acting.
"Is the theater still short of male actors?" Liang Jishen lowered his head, leaning close to He Sang. "Let me introduce you to my second brother; he's a good actor."
He Sang couldn't say anything, but Liang Chihui didn't mind the sarcasm at all.
At that moment, a car drove into the yard and quickly turned off the engine. A middle-aged lady, decked out in jewels, walked in with a broad smile. "What wind has brought the second child home?" She took off her leather gloves and handed them to the nanny. "Today is the Winter Solstice. Stay for the reunion dinner. Your father misses you often."
Liang Chihui's attitude was also quite gentle, "Okay."
He Sang recognized her, his current wife Ji Xilan. Liang Yanzhang had doted on her for half his life. In powerful and wealthy families, the mother's status is determined by her son, but in the Liang family, the son's status is determined by the mother. The outside world has spread rumors about her skills as miraculous, and many new ladies take her as a role model.
Although Ji Xilan is old and has spent a lot of money to maintain her beauty, it can still be seen that she was a top-notch beauty when she was young. After Weng Qiong, she was able to win the heart of Liang Yanzhang, so how could she be a mediocre woman?
She glanced at He Sang who was hiding behind. Liang Jishen protected her tightly. When He Sang took a step forward, he stood in front of her without making a sound.
"Mrs. Liang."
Ji Xilan launched into a tirade, "Is the scoundrel who caused such a disturbance in the Liang Group your father?"
"It's my stepfather."
She scoffed, "Even an actor's mother can't marry a good man."
He Sang's face turned red and white.
At this time, Liang Yanzhang called Liang Chihui from the second floor, "Second brother, come to my study."
Liang Chihui got up from the sofa and the study door closed.
"Lost at mahjong? You're so angry." Liang Jishen smiled. "I'll make up for your loss."
Ji Xilan glanced at his son again, "Just like your father."
He raised his eyebrows casually, "What's father like?"
“I can’t bear to give up any of them.”
Liang Jishen smiled playfully, "He's most reluctant to part with you. Yao Wenji was defeated by you, and Weng Qiong's spirit tablet has long been removed from the ancestral hall. You're already quite glorious."
Ji Xilan snorted angrily, but her expression was calm.
Liang Jishen pushed He Sang further away and asked, "Are you happy?"
"What are you talking about? Liang Yanzhang is angry right now. How are you going to get through this?"
He said nonchalantly, "I won't burden you."
About forty minutes later, the nanny brought all the dishes, and Liang Yanzhang and Liang Chihui sat down in the restaurant. Ji Xilan enthusiastically picked up some food for Liang Chihui and reminded him to take care of his stomach, as the Liang family's banner was carried on his shoulders.
"Aunt Ji is flattering me." Liang Chihui did not fall into the trap, "The future of the Liang family belongs to my eldest brother."
"Your eldest brother has a share, and you have a share too. You are now the general manager of Liang Corporation and have more business experience than your eldest brother. Your eldest brother won't compete with you." After Ji Xilan finished sowing discord, she pretended to be indifferent. "Unlike Ji Shen, it is difficult for him to achieve great things. I can only ask you brothers to take good care of him."
Liang Yanzhang cleared his throat and said, "They are all my sons. They have everything they deserve."
Ji Xilan felt a little relieved and smiled.
"Xi Lan, I have something to discuss with you." Liang Yanzhang said solemnly, "Second Brother said that Wen Ji's condition is not optimistic. She wishes that I accompany her through her final journey. I plan to take her to live in the old house. You must accommodate her and treat her well."
The smile on Ji Xilan's face disappeared completely. "Do you mean, Sister Wen Ji will live with us?"
Liang Yanzhang also seemed to feel that something was wrong and said nothing.
"Father, why bother with Aunt Ji? We're not family to begin with." Liang Chihui said gracefully, "I'll tell Mother. She'll understand."
He Sang held the chopsticks and looked at Liang Jishen.
He stayed out of the matter calmly, and she simply drank her soup.
"Of course not." Ji Xilan was very smart and acted like a good wife and mother in front of Liang Yanzhang. "I am willing to take care of Sister Wen Ji."
Liang Yanzhang was deeply moved and held her hand, "Xi Lan."
He Sang took out a tissue to wipe his mouth and accidentally glanced at Liang Chihui opposite him. His eyebrows were cold and he obviously saw through Ji Xilan.
When they were almost done eating, Liang Yanzhang suddenly looked at He Sang and asked with a friendly expression, "How old are you?"
She immediately put down her chopsticks and said, "Twenty-three."
Liang Yanzhang lost his mind, immersed in a memory, "Weng Qiong was also 23 years old when she gave birth to Liang Jing, the age of a flower. She was from Suzhou, so her temperament was gentle and affectionate."
During the meal, there was only the sound of cutlery rubbing against each other. The rules of the wealthy families were very strict, and no one dared to interrupt unless the old man mentioned someone by name.
After a long moment, he sighed with emotion, "She has been gone for thirty-seven years."
"Father misses Aunt Weng." Liang Chihui filled his glass with wine. "I've invested in a theater. Tell them to rehearse Aunt Weng's plays. You can come and watch them anytime you like."
Liang Yanzhang was very pleased, "The second son is filial."
At night, Ji Xilan accompanied Liang Yanzhang to attend a family dinner hosted by city leaders. Liang Chihui was nowhere to be seen. He Sang also went to bed early, but tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
There was constant noise coming from the corridor, so she went out to check. The lights were on in the room opposite. Liang Jishen was working out on the equipment rack. His linen-gray cotton vest was soaked with sweat, clinging to his chest and abdomen, showing off his well-defined muscles. In the moonlight, it glowed with a honey-copper luster.
He has a habit of exercising, so he has a tight and muscular body.
He Sang didn't go any further. Just as he was about to close the door, Liang Jishen picked up a towel and wiped his sweat. "Did I disturb you?"
She was startled and ran her right hand over the bolt, pinching her finger.
The man turned around when he heard the sound, took a step forward, and covered her bleeding index finger. "There is medicine in the bedroom."
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