Chapter 16 Venting Out Anger
He sat upright, and despite his age, his eyes were bright and his dyed black hair made him look younger.
An older man of similar age sat to Liang Yanzhang's right. "Was it Miss Cui who played Concubine Yu in the last play?"
The dean said, "It's not Manli, it's He Sang."
"Oh?" The old man laughed and teased Liang Yanzhang, "If I were Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu, I'd also be attracted to her. Mr. Liang, I think Miss He can be called the most charming Concubine Yu."
Liang Yanzhang turned the sandalwood Buddhist beads on his wrist without responding.
The waiter swiftly brought the tea, and the dean placed it on the main table himself. The moment the bottom of the cup fell, Liang Yanzhang slowly spoke, "How long has it been since the third brother came?"
"More than half a month."
He picked up the cup lid and dusted off the floating tea leaves. "Who is supporting He Sang now?"
"She has good skills and is very pleasing to the eye. She is popular even without any praise."
Liang Yanzhang commented with satisfaction, "In this respect, he is like Weng Qiong."
The dean was flattered, "Mrs. Liang is flattering her."
Only the first half of "Farewell My Concubine" was performed that day, and the second half was to be performed three days later. After the curtain call at five o'clock, the dean went to the lounge to express his condolences to He Sang. He used flowers folded from hundred-yuan bills to fill a flower basket more than one meter high, which caused exclamations from his colleagues.
A rough calculation shows that it is less than 100,000 yuan.
When Hu Dafa was at the peak of his power, he was not so generous.
She bowed and rolled up the ribbon, which was presented by Liang Chihui.
The supporting actresses swarmed over and counted the money. He Sang removed his makeup and changed his clothes, all in one go.
The dean carried her bag until she was outside the door, then handed it to her, "Xiao Sang, the theater's investment for next year is counting on you."
She was puzzled. "Isn't there support from the province?"
"The provincial funding is a drop in the bucket, but with the Liang family as our cash cow, the theater doesn't need to worry about funding!"
Liang Chihui hung up the phone in the opposite stairwell and walked towards He Sang, "Miss He, are you free later? Let's have dinner together."
He Sang smiled, which was considered a refusal. "I'm going to the supermarket to buy daily necessities, so I'm busy now."
The man was a gentleman and explained calmly, "It was my father's invitation."
She was surprised, "Director Liang?"
"My father misses Aunt Weng, and Miss He has regained her former charm. My father appreciates you very much."
He Sang hesitated, "Director Liang and I would like to thank you. Dinner is not necessary."
Liang Chihui made a gesture of invitation.
When they got downstairs, the car stopped at the gate. He Sang followed Liang Chihui down the stairs. His peripheral vision darted southwest, and his hand pulling the car door faltered. He leaned over and said to Liang Yanzhang in the car, "Father, Ji Shen is here."
Liang Yanzhang lowered the car window and his eyes fell on the Hongqi L5 not far away. His expression was cryptic. "Let's go back to the old house."
He Sang took a step back and watched it drive away.
Liang Chihui stood beside her and said, "My brother, it seems, is not completely indifferent to Miss He."
"Mr. Liang is kind and righteous, as are Chairman Liang and President Liang. I thought Chairman Liang would blame me for damaging the Liang family's reputation, but I didn't expect him to be so kind."
This "Mr. Liang" made Liang Chihui laugh, "You're not calling me Mr. Liang anymore?"
He Sang also laughed, "It's the same name, I'm afraid it will be confused."
At this moment, the Bentley at the intersection flashed its lights and honked its horn again.
Liang Jishen, dressed in a solemn suit, got out and got into a car in front, which was the one He Sang left at the old house. His profile exposed in the window showed extreme impatience.
Liang Chihui took a leisurely look, bent down and got into the car, "I won't delay Miss He anymore."
After this car drove away, He Sang turned and walked towards Liang Jishen.
The car door was unlocked, and she looked at the man.
Liang Jishen didn't even raise his head and said, "I'll give you a car on the way." There was a document on his knees, densely marked with data.
He Sang sat in the back seat. The air was very warm and soon a layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Outside were neon-lit streets and tall buildings. The snow hadn't melted, and the dusky white and hazy orange, with streaks of light interweaving freely, made her point to the lighthouse in the center of Changming Lake. "We had dinner at the open-air restaurant on the rooftop."
Liang Jishen seemed absent-minded. He only glanced at it once and then focused on the documents again.
The title page of the document was blank, with no company or project name indicated. He Sang was curious, "What business are you in?"
The man smiled faintly, "It's been a year, and you only remember to ask?"
He obviously didn't want to talk, so He Sang didn't ask any more questions.
As the car passed a construction site, Liang Jishen closed the document and stared at the rearview mirror.
Cheng Xun said, "He has been following us since we left the theater. I deliberately took a detour and found that he was still following us."
Before he could finish his words, the other car started to speed up, and the hood scraped the rear of his car hard.
He Sang's scalp tingled and his lips turned pale. "Is it the Liang family?"
It is said that Ji Xilan is vicious and either does not take action or, when he does, he means business.
In the old house, since Liang Yanzhang did not give any instructions on how to deal with the matter, she could only sit back and do nothing.
But behind the scenes, how could he give up so easily?
Liang Jishen pulled out the seat belt and fastened it around his waist. He then hugged He Sang and used all his strength to nail him to the seat like a nail.
He ordered Cheng Xun, "Move aside and trap him."
Cheng Xun immediately changed lanes, and the sharp friction sound reached the sky. The car behind was caught off guard and almost slipped into the ditch.
He Sang was caught off guard and fell forward, but fortunately Liang Jishen held her tightly and pulled her back.
The first collision failed, and the opponent hit him a second time, each time more ferocious than the last. Cheng Xun lost control and rushed sideways at high speed.
The car was so bumpy that Liang Jishen couldn't protect He Sang. Cheng Xun yelled, "Drag Miss He out of the car, or it will be dangerous!"
The man's face was gloomy. He gripped the handrail on the roof of the car, and the muscles on his shoulder blades and chest bulged. He still calmly observed the situation around him. The other party was obviously also short of fuel, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
"Cheng Xun, slow down."
Cheng Xun aimed at a bend, turned around and pulled the handbrake, drifting dozens of meters in an instant, and got rid of the white Tesla that was chasing him.
The tires gave off sparks and the temperature in the car rose sharply. Liang Jishen took off his coat, wrapped He Sang in it, and kicked open the back door.
The inertia of the wind made his face hurt. He Sang felt dizzy and his whole body seemed to be tied to rollers, tossing and squeezing endlessly, almost falling apart.
Liang Ji Shen lay under her, holding her tightly. His heartbeat became more and more intense, and he groaned one after another.
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