Chapter 140 Not Afraid
Feng Zhikui shuddered, "Hu Dafa is very powerful..."
"Can you do it?" Liang Chihui's tone was calm, but his expression became gloomy.
"I..." Feng Zhikui gritted his teeth, "I can do it."
The man cut a piece of gauze and re-bandaged the wound.
White cherry blossoms drifted in through the open window and landed on the back of his hand. He paused, rubbing them with his fingertips. White, tender juices flowed out, vaguely resembling the fragrance of a woman's hair. "Hu Dafa is the evildoer, and He Sang is the victim. Don't confuse right and wrong."
Feng Zhikui shuddered again. "Guanghe Group collapsed, and I have no way to make money. You are the son of the Liang family, so of course you have no worries about money. But will I starve for the rest of my life? I must protect Hu Dafa. By protecting him, I am protecting his wife and my good life."
Liang Chihui said calmly, "Liang Jing will return to China in April at the latest. The Liang family will welcome him, and all the troubles will subside temporarily. I will go back and withdraw 20 million in cash, and you can leave Hebei Province."
Feng Zhikui was unwilling to become a pariah. If it weren't for Liang Chihui, Wanhe Group would be prosperous and he could get whatever he wanted. He hated He Sang because it was He Sang who caused Liang Chihui to change his mind and ruined his future of wealth and glory.
He was furious. "I've worked for you for ten years, and you're sending me away for a mere 20 million?"
Liang Chihui finished bandaging the gauze and turned to look at him. "For the past ten years, you've relied on me, doing whatever you wanted and amassing wealth recklessly. He Sang has commissioned Zeng Mingwei's wife to investigate the Guanghe Group, and the third brother has also been secretly investigating. You know very well how extensive his connections are in the political world. If they find any clues, Huang Biao will be in jail, and you will be next."
He threw a ball of bloody gauze on Feng Zhikui. "I took this knife to save you. He Sang knew that if she continued to investigate, the retaliation would be even greater, and I might even die. Plus, arresting Huang Biao would give He Jinping an explanation, so she gave up."
"Second Young Master, are you trying to save me? You're trying to save yourself." Feng Zhikui stood up with a smile. "Huang Biao's entire family is counting on you for care, and he's resigned to his fate. But no matter how long your arms are, they can't reach abroad. My children and ex-wife are in the United States. You've pushed me to the brink of despair. We're all doomed."
Liang Chihui looked at him expressionlessly.
Feng Zhikui dusted off his clothes and said, "I must put the property under Hu Dafa's name into my own pocket. You sacrificed Huang Biao, and now you sacrifice He Sang. We can live in peace. I will still work for you if there is a chance."
"I'm warning you again." Liang Chihui spoke each word with emphasis. "Spreading rumors and slandering women is such despicable behavior. I will not tolerate any sand in my eyes."
Feng Zhikui also looked at him for a long time, then opened the door and went out.
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Liang Jishen entertained a provincial project inspection team at noon, led by a ministerial-level leader. He had no choice but to drink and slept until the evening.
When he opened his eyes again, it was half past six. He sat up, holding the edge of the bed, feeling dizzy.
"Mr. Liang, I made some chicken soup and left it on your desk."
Liang Jishen raised his head. Jiang Xiaochu folded the cashmere blanket and adjusted his bed sheets.
"Who let you in?"
She was stunned. "Isn't Secretary Cheng responsible for your daily life? Secretary Cheng worked overtime all night and went home to rest. I took over his work."
"Cheng Xun is Cheng Xun, and you are you." Liang Jishen frowned.
Jiang Xiaochu's eyes welled up with tears. "I'm just worried about your health. Every time you drink, your headaches come back. Miss He went to another province to burn incense and is not with you. I hope you feel better."
Liang Jishen massaged his solar plexus, and said in a gentler tone, "You can leave now."
He got up too quickly and his vision went dark. After calming down for a moment, he went to the outer office area.
Girls of Jiang Xiaochu's age have basically no cooking skills. They eat takeout and eat in the cafeteria and rarely cook.
She cooks quite well, at least the food looks good.
Liang Jishen still remembers He Sang's first time cooking, making clay pot rice from a Cantonese recipe. He had just gotten off work when the pot started, and a foul smell wafted from the living room to the kitchen. He Sang came out with the black rice, put down his briefcase, and asked her, "Black rice and multi-grain rice?"
After that day, He Sang worked hard to improve his cooking skills.
It can be given a passing score.
Liang Jishen couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this.
"Mr. Liang, is it not to your taste?"
Jiang Xiaochu tidied up the wastebasket and walked up to him. "I know you eat less salt, so it's light."
Liang Jishen buttoned his shirt without touching the thermal box. After buttoning it, he dialed the internal line, "Is there any food in the cafeteria?"
The other end replied yes.
"Send one upstairs." He hung up.
Jiang Xiaochu's eyes became even redder.
Liang Jishen looked at her and said, "I don't like chicken soup, don't think too much about it."
She held a hint of anticipation and asked, "So what do you like?"
"Just do your job well." Liang Jishen put on his suit. "I'm considering transferring you to the Public Relations Department to fill Xin Xin's vacancy. You'll have more room for advancement than an assistant."
"No!" Jiang Xiaochu shook his head. "Mr. Liang, I'm still young. I'd like to continue my training as an assistant. I'm not qualified for a position in the PR department."
Liang Jishen said nothing. Then Zhou Kun called. He answered the phone and said only a few words. He suddenly stood up and said, "Cancel the meeting tonight."
Jiang Xiaochu caught up with him, "The meeting starts at 7 o'clock. The directors and executives are already here. Where are you going?"
The elevator opened and he pressed the button for the basement floor. The light in the corridor was too bright, and it flashed across his face quickly and dazzlingly. Then the door closed and his face disappeared completely.
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The doctor gave He Sang a thorough examination in the emergency room. Zhou Kun stood by the skylight at the end of the corridor. He wasn't sure what Liang Jishen was planning, or whether he'd pursue legal action. He prepared a medical report in case it was needed.
A few minutes later, the Hongqi L5 drove into the parking lot. While reversing, Liang Jishen pushed the door and got out of the car, which scared Cheng Xun so much that he braked suddenly.
The man walked hurriedly into the emergency building.
Zhou Kun broke out in sweat when he saw this.
Although they grew up together in the same compound, he was quite afraid of Liang Jishen.
Not only him, but everyone in the circle who had close connections with Liang Ji was frightened.
Normally he's fine, but when he gets angry, his eyes become extremely dangerous and frightening, making people feel uneasy.
As the elevator door opened, Liang Jishen walked out. He had a powerful aura and a fierce temper, his whole appearance was filled with murderous intent. "Where are the people?"
Zhou Kun felt guilty, "In there... blame me, Nongnong also blames herself, calm down."
Liang Jishen walked into the consulting room without saying a word. The doctor yelled, "There's a female patient. Men, please stay away!"
"He is a family member..." Hu Nongnong finished explaining and timidly called him Third Uncle.
He ignored him and opened the curtain. He Sang's legs were spread apart, her hair was combed and tied into a low ponytail, and her little face was pale and blue, still from the shock.
There were scattered bloodstains on the waistband.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, walked over, leaned over and gently held her hand, "It's okay."
He Sang's eyes moved, and he finally responded, "Is Hu Dafa dead?"
Liang Jishen turned his head and looked at Hu Nongnong.
"Hu Dafa had surgery in another province. Zhou Kun asked the surgeon, and the pathological diagnosis was intracranial hemorrhage. There's no ruling that he may never regain consciousness."
He Sang shuddered violently.
Liang Jishen noticed it and held her tightly, "Don't be afraid, I'll take care of it."
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