Chapter 117 Let Me Out
He Sang returned to Hebei Province yesterday, and Liang Chihui also returned. On the way, he passed by Mrs. Qiu's car. He recognized the Qiu family's car, but did not see He Sang in the car.
After the annual meeting, Huang Biao called and said that He Sang was also present. The Third Young Master was indifferent to her, but there was a warm and pretty girl beside him who blocked his drink and was very caring.
After the photos were exposed, Liang Chihui had been recuperating in another province and had no idea how chaotic Hebei Province was. In just half a day after returning, he handled the backlog of official business at the Liang Group. He went to the tea room, cafeteria, conference room, garage, and any place where there were employees, pointing and whispering, without a moment's peace.
In fact, the moral bottom line of family businesses is very low. The old man Zhang, with whom Yao Wenji had an affair, arranged for his female secretary and mistress to eat and drink for free in the company. Everyone from top to bottom knew about it, but nothing happened.
The reason why there is such a commotion within the Liang family is simply because of Liang Jishen's special identity. His circle is more or less tainted with "political flavor", and the outside world is too eager to explore his private life. Moreover, the male protagonist of the "photo gate" is a brother, and the Liang family is one of the four famous families. Due to various factors, this fire is getting more and more intense and cannot be extinguished.
Liang Chihui knew He Sang was seeking reconciliation with the Third Brother, but the Third Brother was honest and self-disciplined, never having any evidence against him. Such a loss of face wouldn't allow her to rationally analyze right and wrong. What if, in anger, she were to make things difficult for He Sang, or even hit or scold her?
When he thought of this, he became extremely anxious.
After hanging up the phone, he was determined to go to Jinyue Mansion to find out the situation. When he went out, he found that the bedroom was locked. It was Liang Yanzhang's order.
There are guardrails on the windows, and bodyguards patrol the first floor day and night. He can beat the bodyguards, but he can't break the guardrails.
Liang Chihui waited all night. Liang Yanzhang hadn't returned from a social event, and Ji Xilan had left at noon. He got up from the bed and knocked hard on the door. Old Zheng quietly slipped to the door and asked, "Second Master, what do you need?"
He leaned against the door panel and said, "Uncle Zheng, please let me out."
Old Zheng was helpless. "It was Director Liang's idea to detain you. How could I dare to release you without his permission?"
Liang Chihui slammed the door lock hard with a sinister look on his face.
"You and that actress caused a huge uproar in the city. The Third Young Master was furious, and Director Liang was also annoyed with you." Old Zheng looked around, confirmed the nanny was away, and lowered his voice. "You offered to help Director Liang solve his problems and create an opportunity to get close to that actress, but then you yourself got involved in a scandal with her. You're playing a trick on Director Liang! The provincial leader, Chiang Kai-shek, went to the Liang Group to criticize Director Liang, and Director Liang had nowhere to vent his anger."
Liang Chihui leaned against the wall with his palms and remained silent for a long time. "Will my father blame her?"
Old Zheng shook his head. "With the Third Young Master protecting him, it shouldn't be that bad." He paused. "It's just that the Third Young Master's situation isn't much better. The falling share price of China Overseas Group has affected the dividends of the stubborn old men on the board of directors. Old Jiang is forcing the Third Young Master to apologize to them, otherwise they will jointly boycott his continued tenure."
Liang Chihui clenched his fists. "Uncle Zheng, my mother left the old house when I was three years old. My father doted on Aunt Ji and the third child. Aunt Ji was in power, and the nanny didn't pay much attention to me. Every time I was sick, you secretly took care of me without telling Aunt Ji. You raised me. I know you're in a difficult situation, but I have to go out, just for an hour."
Through the door, Lao Zheng was also shaken.
Liang Chihui differed from Liang Jing and Liang Jishen. Liang Jing was the son of Liang Yanzhang's first wife, and Liang Yanzhang placed great importance on his eldest son. Yao Wenji, after marrying into the Liang family, dared not mistreat Liang Jing, even assuming a higher status than her, the second wife. Later, Yao Wenji was driven from the family for an affair. This dishonored mother brought disgrace upon her son. Despite being the second son of the Liang family, Liang Chihui's childhood was not easy. Liang Jing resented Yao Wenji, and by extension, Liang Chihui. Ji Xilan, paving the way for his son to seize the family inheritance, also bullied him at every turn. The Liang family's servants were even more opportunistic.
If it weren't for Old Zheng's love for him, he might have died from pneumonia when he was seven years old.
"Director Liang will go to the neighboring city to inspect a project tomorrow. He will leave in the morning and return to the city at night. I will let you out in the morning."
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Liang Jishen returned to Jinyue Mansion and saw He Sang ironing his suit. He was a germaphobe and paid attention to the maintenance of his clothes, but without a woman at home to take care of them, he was not meticulous enough and often forgot to put on the dust cover of his suit.
He changed his shoes and looked at the suits, "Let Cheng Xun hire someone to take care of them."
"I can take care of it, why hire someone?" She straightened the collar of her shirt and folded it neatly. "You think I didn't do it well?"
Liang Jishen took a sip of the tea she had just brewed. The bitter foam had been filtered out, making it smooth and not astringent. "If you're not tired, go ahead."
He Sang was tired, but he was willing to do it.
If you truly love a man, you are willing to do things for him.
Tired late at night, they would leave a light on for each other, occasionally argue, but would reconcile with a little coaxing. There was no third party, no guard. Many years ago, she had not known Liang Jishen yet, and she also hoped that such a mature relationship would naturally lead to marriage. Unfortunately, Liang Jishen had not promised her.
In his apartment in the provinces, his eyes were bloodshot as he told her that he was planning to make their relationship public.
I missed it this time, I don’t know if there will be a next time.
He Sang felt an endless sense of emptiness in his heart.
The man walked over to her and asked, "Will you write a self-criticism?"
She was filled with mixed emotions and almost couldn't hold it in. "I'm wrong, aren't you? It's obvious that your mistake is bigger than mine."
Liang Jishen untied his tie. "What do you mean by your fault or my fault? Write a copy for me." He placed the cooked pear cake on the table. "Reward."
He Sang was startled, bent down and sniffed. It was the pure old smell. "Where did you buy it?"
Cheng Xun put down his briefcase and said, "Mr. Liang originally wanted to go back to Jinyue Mansion, but he tricked me into going back to Zhonghai. I bought this on the way to Zhonghai, and then went back to Jinyue Mansion. You can try it while it's hot."
She felt a little relieved and asked knowingly, "Why did I lie to you?"
Cheng Xun smiled, "You have to figure it out yourself."
The man glanced at him indifferently and asked He Sang, "Can you write?"
She opened the bag of cooked pear cake and pinched a piece. "What's the content of the review?"
Liang Jishen said nothing.
Cheng Xun cleared his throat and said, "It's a provincial requirement. I need to handwrite a 1,000-word self-criticism and read it out at the board meeting."
He Sang's eyes dimmed. "Isn't the storm over?"
"The provincial government cracked down, and the business owners were wary, so the situation calmed down on the surface. While they didn't discuss it publicly, they still treated it as a joke behind the scenes. Especially Lao Jiang and Lao Zhang, they personally helped Mr. Liang take over at Zhonghai. With the Zhonghai earthquake, they were naturally implicated. Punishing Mr. Liang was a way to save some face and give everyone an explanation."
He Sang pursed his lips, tugged at the man's sleeve, opened his mouth as if to say something, but the words slipped away on his tongue.
Liang Jishen guessed that she wanted to comfort herself.
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