Chapter 128 I Want to See You Again
In the evening, Mrs. Qiu and Hu Nongnong arrived at Jinyue Mansion. Zhou Kun drove them there. At the door, without entering the yard, he greeted Liang Jishen through the fence and said, "I have a drinking party tonight. I'll pick you up at 10:30."
Mrs. Qiu happily got out of the car and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Liang."
Liang Jishen glanced at her indifferently and said nothing.
Hu Nongnong nudged her, "Zhonghai's scandal has just passed, and Liang's is in trouble again. Are you congratulating them?"
"I'm congratulating Mr. Liang and Xiao He on their reconciliation," Mrs. Qiu shouted. "It's worth my waiting in Hebei Province for so many days—"
"You should teach her something good." Liang Jishen glanced at her again, "Don't teach her the tricks you used to mess with Old Qiu."
"How can that be called a hassle?" Mrs. Qiu was annoyed. "It's about romance, the joy of the boudoir."
After dinner, Mrs. Qiu clamored to play mahjong. She was a mahjong fan and played mahjong twenty days a month.
Hu Nongnong also had a penchant for it. There was no wealthy socialite in the upper class who didn't love playing cards. The higher their status, the more they loved playing. They were the center of attention at the card table, vying to feed the cards and coax them into winning. Of course, they were not familiar with each other, simply entertaining the other husband on behalf of their own husband. Once they were close, feeding the cards became irrelevant.
He Sang lost more than ten rounds in a row and was discouraged. "If you don't help me..."
A soft laugh escaped Liang Ji's throat. Her poker skills had always been poor, and she would sulk when she lost. "I'm helping you, but they're not happy about it."
When He Sang was hesitating whether to play the two or the nine, the phone in the locker under the table suddenly vibrated.
She glanced at it subconsciously and saw no notes, just a string of random numbers.
She basically didn't save the numbers of her colleagues in other provincial theaters, including her old employer in Hebei Province. She only saved the numbers of the dean and vice dean, and tried not to contact colleagues with whom she had a good relationship outside of work.
He Sang is used to keeping public and private affairs separate, which reduces conflicts and saves worry.
However, she usually answers the call.
"Ms. He."
The words "Miss He" stimulated He Sang so much that her whole body stiffened. Her ears felt like they were electrocuted and numb, and she almost threw away her phone.
Apart from Liang Chihui, no one called her Miss He anymore.
She swallowed, "Li...Li Zhen, are you okay?"
The man obviously understood her inconvenient situation, so he didn't say much and cooperated with her, "What's going on? Are you at Jinyue Mansion?"
She licked her cracked lips and reached out to pick up the teacup. Liang Jishen also picked up the cup, and his palm just covered the back of her hand. She shrank in fright, and the tea spilled. Liang Jishen frowned and looked at her.
He Sang adjusted himself and mouthed, "It's Li Zhen, doing a prenatal checkup—"
Liang Jishen wiped the water off the back of her hand. Her skin was so delicate that even though the water wasn't hot, a small red spot appeared. "You're so nervous! She's having a prenatal checkup, why are you so nervous?"
"It's something every woman has to go through sooner or later... The last time I accompanied her for a checkup, she cried while having her blood drawn and was so anxious she couldn't sleep."
His expression softened, "Then I'm not pregnant anymore."
"No more pregnancy?" Mrs. Qiu's eyes widened. "Mr. Liang really loves Xiao He. If you don't want a son, will Mrs. Liang agree to not have a grandson?"
Liang Jishen looked at He Sang, with a half-smile on his face, "I'm going to have a baby with someone else."
Normally, her face would have fallen. She could have made any joke except this kind of joke. But today was unusual. She changed the direction of the phone from his side to the side next to the wall, away from him.
He lit a cigarette silently, resting his hand holding the cigarette on the back of the chair, and the smoke drifted out the door.
"Mrs. Qiu and Zhou Kun's wife are here with me." He Sang leaned forward.
Liang Chihui said in a low voice, "I'm going out of town, and I want to see you again before I leave."
A car horn blared from the window. "I'm in the neighborhood."
He Sang's palms were sweating profusely.
"Xiao He, did you lose again?" Mrs. Qiu noticed He Sang's pale face and thought she was upset and had a bad temper. She teased her, "Mrs. Zhou and I are not cheating you out of your money. We are cheating Mr. Liang out of his money."
Liang Jishen laughed, "Cheating my money? How much can you cheat?"
"Here—" Mrs. Qiu said proudly, patting the pile of cash on the table, "I won tens of thousands."
Hu Nongnong was equally happy, "I also won tens of thousands."
"Xiao He, move all the cash, US dollars, and gold bars from Mr. Liang's safe. We'll work all night."
He Sang forced out an unnatural smile, "I'm going to the bathroom, you guys sort the cards first."
She walked to the public restroom opposite the guest room, quietly changed her route, and headed straight for the entrance door.
When I came out, the clock in the living room struck eleven.
There is always dew and blowing sand on spring nights in Hebei Province, and the temperature difference is large, 15 or 6 degrees during the day and minus 1 or 2 degrees at midnight.
He Sang walked down the stairs, and with his breath, there was a white mist.
The streets were quiet and there was not a single car with its lights on.
She used the excuse of going to the bathroom because it was inconvenient to bring her cell phone. She couldn't contact Liang Chihui at this time and was about to go to the intersection to look for him when a dark shadow flashed behind a banyan tree at the corner.
He Sang stopped immediately.
The tall and thin silhouette was getting closer and closer, the black shirt and black trousers blending into the long night, yet silently alienated.
The man paused briefly under the streetlight, as if to confirm her, or as if to give her a moment to confirm himself.
The burnt yellow and white light made him completely clear.
He Sang's heart was beating uncontrollably, almost jumping out of her throat, choking her and making her cough for no reason.
The man walked up to her and asked, "You're wearing too little. Are you cold?"
"Mr. Liang..."
Through the door, she overheard Mrs. Qiu and Hu Nongnong chatting, and heard them pestering Liang Jishen, asking him if the directors of Zhonghai Group had mistresses. Liang Jishen responded with a haphazard, "Yes." "He kept her abroad." "He had a son."
Soon, his voice faded away, and only the women were left chatting.
He Sang's heart beat even faster.
Maybe, in the next second, when the door opens, you will see something new.
"The Liang family is looking for you everywhere. The security department of Zhonghai Group is also looking for you. Cheng Xun is very familiar with the Traffic Management Bureau. He went to check the surveillance at the intersection this afternoon."
Liang Chihui lowered his head slightly, squinting his eyes at the water stains on the floor tiles. The stains reflected his shadow, as well as He Sang's. "I know."
"Director Liang has removed you from the ranks of senior management..."
He remained calm, "I know that too."
He Sang gritted his teeth and spoke obscurely, "You reported Huang Biao as an explanation to me."
"yes."
She looked at Liang Chihui.
The collar of his jacket was icy cold, and he was wearing only a thin shirt underneath, with his shirt shirt open. Perhaps because the carriage was warm, he had not paid attention to keeping warm when he got out of the car, and the veins extending from his jaw to his collarbone were swollen and dark blue due to the cold.
The men in the Liang family have thick body hair and stubble. Perhaps it was inherited from Liang Yanzhang. Liang Jishen has extremely lush body hair, which spreads downward from his navel. He is almost the source of male hormones.
Nothing is superfluous or insufficient.
Liang Chihui hadn't shaved for a day and a night. In the dim light, his stubble looked rough, hard, and very majestic.
"Huang Biao exposed Feng Zhikui and the two deputy directors who shielded Guanghe Group and rejected your petition six years ago."
He Sang couldn't help but tremble, the scene was still vivid in his mind.
She went to the district office to appeal but failed. When she returned home, she found her mother and stepfather hugging each other and watching TV. He Jinping's portrait was placed on the wooden table next to the TV, and even the incense had not been lit.
He Sang went crazy and smashed the TV and the coffee table, and was slapped by her mother. The slap made her both sober and dazed.
The person who should have sought justice for He Jinping accepted his death with peace of mind and enjoyed a new relationship and a new life. What could she, a seventeen-year-old girl, do?
Why should the district receive her and pay attention to her?
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