Chapter 156 My Sister-in-Law
“The second half of the highway!”
With his collar turned up, he sprinted a hundred meters towards the southwest of the road. He was familiar with the environment of Xiawa Village, and the southwest entrance was the second half.
The village chief was terrified, "Secretary Liang...you can't go!"
Liang Jing was in good physical condition and ran fast and steadily. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the night.
"Go! Xiao Sun, ask the county magistrate to come over for support!"
The bus overturned outside a ditch. The mud and rocks flowed down and covered the front of the bus. The front half of the car was completely buried in cement. He Sang's seat was leaning back and he broke the glass and escaped.
The mudslide erupted four times in just a few minutes. At the critical moment, He Sang returned and grabbed Tao Yan's hand, pulling hard. Huge rocks roared down, sending up a cloud of ash that obscured the sky and choked her. Mossy rocks smashed into the roof of a nearby car, deflated it.
Tao Yan's legs were submerged in mud. She struggled hard, but He Sang was too weak and dragged her, causing her to stagger and fall heavily.
Lilac climbed out of the back door of the car while howling. The stones pressed down her clothes. She didn't care about her face, kicked off her long skirt, and ran towards this side naked in her underwear.
When Liang Jing arrived, the road was covered with mud within a ten-meter radius, and the bus was buried deep underground, completely gone without a trace.
He ran straight to the center of the disaster area. In the dim light, he saw girls' shoes, bags, and hairbands scattered everywhere, and there were outstretched hands waving under the mud.
The heavy rocks on the surface of the mountain fell down and landed around Liang Jing. The village chief was terrified and ordered the villagers to form a human wall to defend him.
Liang Jing's fingernails were bleeding from digging the soil, and glass shards and porcelain pieces were mixed in the mud and sand. It was dark, and he had to race against time, so he had to risk his life.
"Secretary Liang, the actors in the theater are not as valuable as you. If anything happens to you, I can't take the responsibility!"
"When did human life become valued?" Liang Jing continued digging. "Go save them, leave me alone."
The village chief had dealt with Liang Jing more than ten times. He was known for his gentleness and steady as a rock. This was the first time he saw him so impatient.
At this time, a Geely car drove from the county center of Wanxi County, and its headlights shone behind Liang Jing. A middle-aged man stepped out of the back seat, and his young secretary was holding an umbrella and a flashlight.
The middle-aged man looked around intently, "Who is kneeling on the ground?"
The village chief came forward to greet him, "It's Secretary Liang!"
"What?" The man walked over hurriedly and tripped on the way.
When he arrived, Liang Jing just stopped.
Next to him was a young girl in her early twenties, with bright eyes and a pleasant, gentle voice, "Secretary Liang..."
Liang Jing's clothes were soaked by the heavy rain, his neat short hair was flat, sticking to his forehead with wet hair, his hands were stained with blood, and his left foot was even worse, with a bruise left by the stone slab. His chest rose and fell, and he seemed to be relieved.
"No harm?"
The girl said no.
The middle-aged man turned around and angrily scolded the village head, "Xiawa Village is in a dangerous place. Secretary Liang is here, and you don't arrange security?"
"I arranged it..." The village head also felt wronged, "He insisted on coming to the disaster area, I couldn't stop him!"
"Don't blame him." Liang Jing glanced at He Sang. "My sister-in-law is in a drama troupe. I'm worried."
"Your sister-in-law?" The middle-aged man was surprised. "Oh! This girl is Secretary Liang's sister-in-law. Is the young master of the Liang family getting married?"
Liang Jing's voice was low and mellow, and the empty valley made it unclear, "Future sister-in-law."
He Sang carefully lifted up his trousers. There was a large swelling on his ankle. Liang Jing's skin was also pale, and the bruises were conspicuous.
The village chief exclaimed that he was being neglectful and asked, "Which sister-in-law of yours is this?"
If it was the third brother's wife, then there would be big trouble. Everyone in Hebei Province knew that Liang Jishen was stubborn and could not be provoked. His future wife almost died in Wanxi County. What kind of person was that? Even the county magistrate did not dare to offend her.
This problem troubled Liang Jing.
Which sister-in-law?
Not very clear.
Judging from the personalities of the second and third sons, if they like her, they will probably do everything they can to marry her.
As for who to marry, it has nothing to do with him.
He stood up and said, "She's my sister-in-law anyway."
He Sang supported him. The Liang family's genes all showed that they were tall, with straight waists, broad shoulders, long legs and strong arms. Liang Jing was about 1.83 or 1.84 meters tall, about the same height as Liang Jishen. He had difficulty walking and limped, and his height made him look even more lame.
"Secretary Liang..."
She was so scared that she started crying.
"Shut up." Liang Jing ordered, "Hold it back."
He Sang took a deep breath. Her rhinitis had relapsed a week ago. She sucked out the snot bubbles, her eyes still red. "Did you suffer a work-related injury?"
Liang Jing stared at her without reacting.
"Will the provincial government investigate why you suffered a work-related injury? I didn't ask you to dig me..."
He Sang's voice was filled with tears.
The man was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
"It's a personal act, I won't hold you accountable."
A Geely car was parked behind the ruins. The mountain was shaking and was about to collapse again at any time.
The middle-aged man was still frightened. "You leave first. I promise to rescue the actors from the theater safely."
Liang Jing got in the car and asked calmly, "Are you going with the second or third brother?"
He was not curious out of gossip. He had talked to Lao Zhang about returning tomorrow. Now that his foot was injured, he would inevitably be delayed. He intended to conceal the truth, but Wanxi County would report it truthfully. He wanted to find out clearly so that he could deal with Lao Zhang.
He Sang curled up in the corner, leaving the space for him, "It's Liang Jishen..."
Liang Jing was speechless.
There are too many potholes in Xiawa Village. The tires bumped violently as they rolled over the gravel. Liang Jing's legs hit and swung repeatedly, and he frowned constantly.
He Sang controlled his ankle with one hand and dipped the other hand in water. He used his fingertips to clean the sand and dirt, scrub the torn skin, and then massaged in circles along the raised joints to relieve the burning sensation caused by the water.
Liang Jing was resistant at first. He was not used to He Sang touching his feet. He was stubborn in this regard. They were not husband and wife, and his feet were dirty, which was disrespectful to women.
Because of his status, he was wary of any "intimate" contact, whether legitimate or not, for fear of rumors. Therefore, his secretaries, translators, and drivers—anyone who came into contact with him in his work and life—were all men.
"It doesn't hurt so much now, does it?" He Sang finished massaging, then took out a sanitary napkin from his pocket, unfolded it, and placed it under his heel. "Luckily, I brought a soft one. Even if the car is bumpy, it won't hurt if you rub against the chair."
Although Liang Jing is single, he recognizes this thing from various brand advertisements on TV.
He looked at the village chief who was driving in the front seat, but the other party was not paying attention to the back seat.
"I won't use it." Liang Jing looked unnatural. He folded it and returned it to her. "There's no supermarket in the village. You can buy it yourself-"
He coughed lightly, "Don't waste it."
He Sang shook his head. "I don't have any use for it right now. I have over sixty bags in my suitcase. I was going to give it to a girl left behind in the village. I don't know what the suitcase looks like now."
Liang Jing looked at her.
She squatted in the gap between the seats, her ponytail was messy and her snow-white neck was gray, like a newly unearthed clay cat.
But I am not spoiled and I don't complain.
Liang Jishen is extremely picky when it comes to choosing women.
Is extremely picky.
Liang Jing had some idea of what was going on with Song He.
Liang Yanzhang and Ji Xilan were completely unaware of this matter.
Song He himself may not be aware of this.
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