Chapter 145 Fate
He Sang was still asleep in the morning when Li Zhen called him crying. She had rear-ended her car in the China World Trade Center and made a dent in the trunk. Zeng Mingwei was out of town and she didn't bring enough money, so she asked He Sang to deliver the cash.
He Sang rushed to the scene of the accident. He saw a Hongqi car with its hazard lights on on the side of the street. The driver was checking the extent of the damage to the car. A chain reaction had also occurred at an intersection 600 meters away, and the surrounding traffic was completely paralyzed.
She subconsciously glanced at the car logo, feeling nervous.
Hongqi L5.
It’s the same model as Liang Jishen’s.
The top class of the rich and powerful cannot be bought with money unless one is extremely powerful.
"Does your stomach hurt?" He Sang squatted down. Li Zhen had a sad face, knowing she had made a mistake. "I drank some water, I slowed down... There was a fight outside the store, and I was distracted... There were so many cars on the street, I could have hit any other one, why this one!"
He Sang knew that this kind of people didn't care about money, but cared about face and a submissive attitude.
Be polite and calm down your anger.
She walked up to the driver and said, "I'm sorry, Master."
The driver didn't appreciate it at all. "Miss, you're not sorry for me. I just picked up our husband. He's going to a meeting in the nearby city tomorrow, but this happened."
Li Zhen hid behind He Sang, "He's not hurt..."
The driver said more seriously, "If our husband gets hurt, I'm not trying to scare you, but you'll be in big trouble."
He Sang said humbly and sincerely, "Master, you propose a solution and we will do it."
The driver walked around to the back seat, knocked on the window, and the glass lowered halfway. Inside was a handsome and mature man with the national emblem on his left chest. His shirt buttons were neatly buttoned to the top button, right next to his Adam's apple. Although his face could not be seen clearly, his aura could be felt, which was particularly solemn and proper.
The man was reciting his speech with his head slightly tilted. The sunlight was shining on the other side, and half of his face was hidden in the dim backlight.
A young girl in her early twenties and a pregnant woman.
The man couldn't help but frown, "Old Yang, forget it."
The driver straightened up and said, "You don't need to pay compensation. Just be careful when driving next time. Our husband is kind and gentle, and he might not let go if he encounters someone else."
He Sang apologized repeatedly to the man in the car. The man's mobile phone screen happened to light up, and a beam of white light shone on his eyebrows and eyes, showing his frankness and heroism from his heart. In just a moment, the screen collapsed and fell into darkness again.
"Sir, my friend is six months pregnant and it's not convenient for her to travel to take care of it." She bent down and smelled the faint scent of citrus moss. "If you have any questions, you can contact me. My last name is He."
Their eyes met, but the man's outline was still blurry. The next second, he pulled the business card from He Sang's hand.
Until the end, she didn't see the man's appearance clearly.
The driver turned around and took another road, speeding away.
Li Zhen opened the car door and leaned back in her chair. "Will he blackmail me?" She paused. "I got into trouble, and my husband..."
"That man isn't short of money," He Sang said confidently. "He must have a strong background and wouldn't easily embarrass a woman."
Li Zhen held her chin in her hand and leaned against the window. "You've been following Liang Jishen for a year and a half. Your eyesight has become sharper. Can you judge people?"
"He wears the national emblem."
Li Zhen opened his mouth wide, "Is he the emperor's food?"
He Sang didn't understand these things, so he didn't give her any general explanation. He just told Li Zhen to be careful.
The black Hongqi L5 was halfway through its journey, waiting for the light at an intersection. The man leaned over and placed his business card on the passenger seat. The driver witnessed this and asked, "Sir, would you like to keep it?"
The man twisted his forehead, his voice extremely tired, "Stay."
"I heard that the Third Young Master has a woman who is a pillar of the drama theater and her last name is also He."
He pressed his thumb against the bridge of his nose, "Really?"
"Sister Fang told me." The light turned green and the driver stepped on the accelerator. "Sister Fang has been in the old house for many years. She knows the Liang family's situation best."
The man stared at the locust tree flashing by outside the window. "Next week is the anniversary of my mother's death."
"Madam is Mr. Liang's first wife. The second and third wives will at best inherit the property you don't want." The driver glanced at the man in the rearview mirror. "Sister Fang said that Yao Wenji is in the late stage of cancer, and Mr. Liang took her back to the old house to recuperate. She has a bigger appetite than Ji Xilan. She was forced to marry into the Liang family because she was pregnant. Mr. Liang didn't plan to remarry so soon, but she can't wait to get pregnant."
The man looked calm and didn't take it seriously.
The car drove into a magnificent golden gate. At the same time, He Sang also entered Lushan Mansion from the VIP passage.
The hotel manager was waiting for her at the door. "Mr. Liang isn't here." He pointed to the viewing lake across from the skylight. "He's in Courtyard 2. Please go over there now."
Liang Jishen didn't inform her. He Sang was very alert. "His phone is turned off. I can't contact him."
The housekeeper laughed, "The Lakeside Pavilion has blocked all communication tools. You can't get through to Mr. Liang."
There is a restaurant in each courtyard of Zhuyuan, and the daily fee is 300,000 yuan. The most important thing for the drinking and dining parties of dignitaries is confidentiality. Taking photos and recording are taboos. Even the slightest flaw in the environment and equipment cannot win over the picky bigwigs.
He Sang came out of the room. Downstairs was the ferry boat that led to the pavilion in the center of the lake. There were six boats in total, picking up and seeing off guests.
There was only one boat left at this moment, and a male passenger was standing on the deck. His back was lonely and he looked very gentle. Perhaps it was because of his clothes. The uniform-style windbreaker was crisp and straight, which made him look elegant and heroic.
Very special and rare.
He Sang grabbed the rope and said, "Sir! There's no boat left. Can you take me with you?"
The man seemed not to hear, with one hand in the side pocket of his trousers and the other hand opening his collar.
He Sang was afraid that he would find it troublesome and refuse her. "I'll go to Courtyard No. 2. I'll take you there first, then me. It won't delay you." She shivered with cold. "Can I go into the cabin to avoid the wind? It's too cold."
The man's body moved noticeably, and his voice was low, mellow and gentle, "Come up."
He Sang jumped onto the deck. The boat swayed from side to side, and she lost her balance and fell into the cabin. The man grabbed He Sang's coat belt. He was tall, with long arms and legs, and his waist had amazing strength. He pulled and supported her, steadying her.
He Sang grabbed the mast and expressed his gratitude.
The man never looked at her from beginning to end, nor did he respond to her thanks.
The boatman was a man in his fifties. He Sang approached him and asked, "Which courtyard is he in?"
"Number 2."
She looked at the man and asked, "Are you going to Courtyard No. 2 too?"
The man stood at the stern, still with his back to her. The wind on the lake grew stronger and stronger, blowing up a corner of his clothes. He Sang vaguely guessed his identity.
When they arrived at the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the man passed by her in silence and went ashore first.
Sure enough, the boss of Zhuyuan came to greet him personally, "Secretary Liang, your presence here makes Zhuyuan a great honor."
He took off his windbreaker and handed it to the waiter. Wearing only a thin light blue round-necked shirt, he walked into the courtyard under the guidance of the boss.
He Sang recalled Li Zhen's words in his mind: The men of the Liang family are all outstanding and dazzling.
Liang Jing's temperament does indeed have the style of being well-versed in the diplomatic world and the steadiness to fight against powerful opponents.
The group ahead walked over ten meters. A mahogany screen was edged with glazed tiles, which shone in the sunlight. Liang Jing suddenly stopped and whispered something to the boss. The boss glanced at He Sang, responded twice, and turned back to greet her. "Ms. He, are you a guest at Courtyard No. 2?"
"yes."
"With Secretary Liang?"
"No," she immediately clarified, "it's Vice President Liang from China Overseas Group."
The boss kindly reminded, "Today is the welcoming banquet held by the Liang family for Secretary Liang."
He Sang was stunned. Although she had been to the Liang family and sat at the same table with Liang Yanzhang, Liang Jing was such a prominent figure that people from all walks of life had to respect him. At a family dinner where he was the main character, a woman without a formal status was absolutely not qualified to sit at the table.
She didn't know what went wrong, but returning the same way was always the right thing to do. "Sorry, I won't go."
The door of the private room was opened by the waiter at this time, and Liang Chihui spotted He Sang in the corridor, "Miss He."
The room was brightly lit. Liang Yanzhang and Liang Jing sat in the two main seats, Ji Xilan was on the left, Liang Chihui was on the right, and to the left of Ji Xilan was Liang Jishen.
He frowned silently, and Ji Xilan's smile stopped abruptly.
"Mr. Liang, Mrs. Liang." He Sang greeted them with a stiff upper lip.
It was Liang Jing's turn. After all, it was their first meeting, so she didn't want to speak without permission. Liang Chihui smoothed things over by introducing, "This is Liang Jing, Ji Shen's and my elder brother. Miss He, please call me whatever you want."
He Sang took a small step forward and faced Liang Jing. "Liang—"
"We know each other." Liang Jing interrupted her, "An hour ago, her friend rear-ended my car."
After saying that, he turned his head and said, "He Sang from the Drama Theater."
She was stunned, then suddenly woke up as if from a dream, "Is it you?"
Liang Jing never liked to laugh. Even when he had to deal with official occasions, he was solemn and rarely had smile lines on his face.
"It turns out that Miss He met Big Brother earlier than us." Liang Chihui joked, "She seems to have a connection with the Liang family."
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