Chapter 146 Blind Date
He Sang pursed his lips and said, "Secretary Liang, has your car been repaired?"
Liang Jing raised his eyelids and said, "I'm repairing it."
"How much is the repair cost?"
He Sang remembered that Liang Jishen's car had also been in an accident. It was caused by a group of junior high school students riding bicycles in a competition. The door of the car had an inward scratch. The repair cost was over 100,000 yuan. In addition, the car model was special, so it would take half a month to wait for the repair materials.
She wanted to solve the problem quickly, as it would be too troublesome to drag it out.
"There is insurance." Liang Jing said in a flat tone.
When He Sang heard this, he decided not to pursue the matter.
"Brother won't seek compensation from a woman." Liang Chihui smiled, "Miss He, have you had lunch?"
She instinctively looked at Liang Jishen, who had his eyelids lowered and was stroking a blue and white porcelain bowl.
After spending more than a year together day and night, they had a tacit understanding, and He Sang understood that he was hinting for him to leave.
He Sang made up a lie, "My friend and I booked a buffet at the hotel."
"Lushan's buffet starts at twelve o'clock." Liang Chihui glanced at his watch. "It's half past eleven now. Miss He, why don't you cancel and stay here?"
"Steamed grouper and blue lobster are Zhuyuan's signature dishes. They are not often on the menu. Let's try them together." Liang Yanzhang was not annoyed with her despite the series of turmoil. He probably thought that since Liang Jishen was present, there was no suitable opportunity to settle the score.
As soon as he made a gesture, the waiter brought a chair.
He Sang declined, "I don't want to eat..."
The waiter placed the chair next to Liang Chihui, and there was only an empty seat next to him.
She was in a dilemma, not knowing whether to sit or not.
Liang Chihui still smiled, "Old Three doesn't agree?"
"Why would he disagree?" Ji Xilan angrily retorted, "Xiao He, Yan Zhang asked you to eat, so go ahead. We're not destined to be mother and daughter anymore, but we are friends. I'm 26 years older than you, so we can barely be considered close friends regardless of age."
Liang Jishen frowned, "What a mess of generations, you're almost there."
Ji Xilan looked at Liang Jing secretly. He never drank alcohol because it would cause him to mess up his work. He was drinking tea at the moment. He only drank scented tea, the most common kind, which cost about 100 yuan per pound and was bitter and astringent. He had to drink three pots a day to keep himself alert while working.
Liang Jing and Liang Jishen are workaholics, like ascetic monks, while Liang Chihui knows how to enjoy life more, and is involved in the business of feasting, drinking, and romance. He makes money while enjoying the nightlife.
"Yan Zhang, Xiao He's lips and face shape really have the charm of Sister Weng Qiong." Ji Xilan deliberately aroused Liang Jing's disgust. "No wonder you missed Sister Weng Qiong so much when you saw her. They are about 60% similar."
Liang Yanzhang actually didn't want to mention this. A man's passion for a woman is intermittent. The little flame he had for He Sang had not yet turned into a big fire. The third brother protected her to the death. Liang Chihui poured a basin of cold water on him last night, and the little flame of his desire was completely extinguished.
Although he was lustful, he was not a man who would act recklessly because of his lust, so there was no need for him to offend the second and third brothers.
But since Ji Xilan had brought up the topic, he also chatted a little, "He Sang and Weng Qiong played the same role and wore the same crescent-white cheongsam. When will Liang Jing have time--"
"I don't have time." Liang Jing showed no mercy. "If you miss my mother, you can openly pay tribute to her every year on her death anniversary and birthday. It's ridiculous to miss her by seeing her."
Liang Yanzhang looked unhappy.
A hint of pride flashed across Ji Xilan's eyes, but she restrained herself and stood up with the wine glass in her hand. "I was wrong, Liang Jing. Aunt Ji apologizes to you." She drank it all in one gulp.
Liang Jing remained silent and did not appreciate it.
Liang Yanzhang's expression turned even greener, almost ashen, "Your Aunt Ji is offering you a drink, aren't you going to respond?"
"Why?" Liang Jing glanced sideways. "I don't drink."
Ji Xilan forced a smile and squeezed Liang Yanzhang's hand under the table, with an attitude of considering the overall situation. "It's okay, Liang Jing finally got home."
Liang Yanzhang choked and did not lose his temper.
The day Ji Xilan learned that Liang Jing was likely to inherit the Liang family, he was already planning how to kick him out.
There are rumors that he will take up a position in the province, but the details have not been confirmed yet, but Ji Xilan can't sit still.
Liang Jing has all the advantages, including his background, reputation, and temperament. Liang Yanzhang has always felt that he owes him, and the directors of the Liang Group also appreciate him. Once Liang Jing agrees to inherit the Liang Group, the second and third branches will have no chance of winning.
Real money is so tempting that Ji Xilan is reluctant to give it up. Which mother in the world would not pave the way for her son?
She had no other clever tricks except sowing discord.
Fortunately, Liang Yanzhang was the one who fell for this trick the most.
He has both money and power, and he just wants to be comfortable, with everyone praising him and coaxing him. Ji Xilan led Liang Jing to be scornful and pouty to him every day, which made him feel annoyed and he would reconsider his decision.
Not long after the dishes were served, the waiter brought Fang Jingru in.
The Fang family is a family of scholars. The father is the renowned Chinese painting master Fang Shizong, whose paintings sell for six figures each. The wife is a professor at a prestigious university. Although their wealth cannot be compared to that of wealthy businessmen, it is at least worth tens of millions. After Fang Jingru's promotion, the father's paintings fetch seven figures each, and he has been offering money in roundabout ways to beg Fang Jingru for favors. The father has closed his door to visitors, and the wife has retired to focus on finding a young man to marry Miss Fang.
Fang Jingru and his wife had long had their eyes on the third son of the Liang family, but the disparity in power and assets made them afraid to marry someone higher up. This time, Old Jiang personally made the connection, and the Fang family quickly agreed.
"Jingru, congratulations! You are so successful."
"Even if I fly for another hundred years, I still can't catch up with you." Fang Jingru laughed. "The traffic jam at the China World Trade Center was delayed for half an hour, so I'm late."
He looked at Liang Jing and said, "I saw Secretary Liang's car was also at the World Trade Center."
"What a coincidence! I just arrived too." Liang Jing stood up and shook hands with him. "On your way?"
Fang Jingru was naturally happy, "It was Madam Liang who invited us to attend the banquet."
Liang Jishen shot a cold look at Ji Xilan, his face was as gloomy as it could be.
"An Yi——" Fang Jingru turned his head and called his daughter.
He Sang was sensitive. In this atmosphere, she instinctively felt that it was related to Liang Jishen, so she stared at the door.
A mother and daughter walked in slowly. Mrs. Fang was in her early fifties and was not well-maintained, but she had a graceful and virtuous temperament. Miss Fang was in her twenties, of medium height, neither fat nor thin, with a pretty and fair complexion, the demeanor of a lady from a noble family.
The wives of the powerful and wealthy families in Hebei Province are not too thin. A little flesh makes them look plump. Mothers-in-law also like their daughters-in-law to be plump, especially those with full cheekbones and noses. These are the best features. Miss Fang just meets Ji Xilan's aesthetic standards.
Ji Xilan waved her hand and said, "Mrs. Fang, you are getting younger and younger."
Mrs. Fang's clothes were very low-key, and compared to Ji Xilan, they looked shabby. She pulled Miss Fang behind her and said, "An Yi, call someone."
Fang Anyi was taught by Fang Jingru and his wife to be well-mannered and polite. She spoke softly, "Uncle Liang, Auntie."
Mrs. Fang smiled, "What else?"
She turned around, "Secretary Liang."
Liang Jing nodded, "She's a grown-up girl now."
Mrs. Fang smiled from ear to ear, "When Anyi was in high school, she regarded Liang Mi as her idol."
"I hope Anyi will be blessed to call Liang Mi "big brother" in the future." Fang Jingru said meaningfully, "That would be the honor of our Fang family."
Ji Xilan looked at Fang Anyi and said, "Anyi is a beautiful girl with a round face. She is a lucky charm for her husband. She will definitely be blessed." After saying that, she pushed Liang Jishen and said, "Get up!"
The man didn't move.
His face was cold and dull, with a faint chill.
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