Chapter 165 I Want to Be a Good Person in Your Place
Liang Chihui was the first to break the deadlock, "Going to the countryside?"
"We were performing a consolation show in Xiawa Village." He Sang, for some reason, couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness in her nose as she faced him, so much so that her eyes swelled. "A colleague was hit by a mudslide and was hospitalized. We didn't get to perform, so we ended it early."
After the landslide, the province contacted the Liang family. However, Liang Chihui had been living in a private residence recently and had not returned to the old house. He had heard about it, but he did not know the specific inside story.
Wanxi County is a small town with a small population, and flooding during the rainy season is common, so the county rarely reports any incidents. Hebei Province has over sixty counties, and over seventy in other provinces. Accidents are frequent, and unless there are significant casualties, approvals at the municipal and provincial levels are always delayed. This time, because the two sons of the Liang family and actors from the provincial opera troupe were involved, the Hebei Province took it very seriously, allocating funds for emergency repairs the next day. The county magistrate saw Liang Jing and Liang Jishen off on the county highway and thanked them. The Hebei Province's relief funds were significant.
"Are you hurt?" Liang Chihui grabbed her hand, and she shrank back as if she had been electrocuted. "No, Secretary Liang hurt his ankle."
He was stunned and let go instantly. He Sang clenched his fists and put them behind his back.
"I'm sorry, I offended you in my haste."
She shook her head and hesitated for a second, "Li Zhen told me, you and Miss Fang... Did Li Zhen misunderstand?"
Liang Chihui said, "It's true."
He Sang's mind went blank.
She always thought it might be a misunderstanding. Li Zhen only considered the perspective of men and women, and ignored the fact that Liang Chihui was the second son of the Liang family. There were signs of an alliance between the Liang and Fang families, so it was normal for him to maintain social interactions in a moderate way.
He Sang didn't want it to be what Li Zhen guessed.
You can owe any debt in this world, but you cannot owe a debt of love, which is a tangled mess that cannot be cut off or sorted out.
"I've never had any real feelings before, and my reputation as a playboy and amorous is mostly undeserved. But that day in Bamboo Garden, I could see that if the Third Brother married Miss Fang, you wouldn't be able to endure it and would collapse too."
Liang Chihui's tall figure was a tall and handsome shadow in the setting sun, covering her.
He Sang grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, his fingers almost tearing them.
"I have never been a good person. But I want to be a good person for once in your presence. This may be the only time in my life that I can be a good person."
"Mr. Liang..."
When he said that, He Sang felt uneasy, as if a hand was pinching her, making her heart float up and down.
She said obscurely, "You are a good person."
Liang Chihui laughed grimly, "Am I a good person?"
"yes."
"Good guy or good man?"
He Sang answered seriously, "He is a good person and a good man."
Liang Chihui's smile became even brighter. "Then I can't let you down."
The servant heard the conversation in the yard and stuck his head out, "Second Master, you are back too?"
He Sang immediately walked away.
The scorching gaze was branded on her back, as if searing through her flesh and bones. She seemed to understand that gaze, so she quickened her pace and hurriedly dodged.
She disappeared behind the iron fence of Yard No. 3. Liang Chihui withdrew his gaze, his eyes calm and without a trace of excitement or affection.
At night, Liang Jishen rushed back to the old house from the company.
When I got off the bus, I received a call from Lao Zhang, asking him about the follow-up matters.
"The memorial service will be held at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."
Old Zhang sighed, "China Overseas Group has been in disarray in recent years, but your chairman made considerable contributions during his tenure. He's old, and his energy is limited, and the province understands. The funeral should be grand. It's both public and respectful for China Overseas, and private and respectful for the family."
Liang Jishen pressed the doorbell, "I know."
"What did the township head and the village director of Xiawa Village do wrong?"
"Didn't Cheng Xun report it?"
"He's reported it." The wind rustled the trees, and Old Zhang went to close the window. "The village director isn't governing well. Elect a new one. There's no need to remove the township head, right? There are complaints in the township. They think you're overstepping your bounds."
"I'm establishing your authority."
Liang Jishen walked into the hallway and gestured to the servants for silence. "Xiawa Village is in chaos. The township bears equal responsibility for wife abuse and village bullying. I can't believe that if no villagers file complaints and the higher-ups don't punish them, the people below will act with impunity. I was also very busy back then, and my subordinates were well-behaved and dedicated."
Old Zhang laughed. "I've found out why those directors are irritated with you. You're too unkind in the business world. The business world is about relationships. You're being overly restrictive and demanding. They're in business, not fighting wars. How can they tolerate that?"
"You sent me to clean it up, and I'll do it thoroughly. Don't worry about how I do it."
Liang Jishen walked through the screen. The dinner dishes had already been served, waiting for him.
He put his phone back into his suit pocket and rolled up his shirt sleeves, looking relaxed yet solemn. "Big Brother and Second Brother are here, and I just have something to announce."
Liang Chihui had just finished lunch at 4:30 and had no appetite. He sat on the sofa in the living room and asked, "The chairman of Zhonghai has passed away?"
"That's not it."
Liang Jishen lit a cigarette, slid the lighter and cigarette box off the table, and threw it to Liang Jing.
Liang Jishen was sixteen when Liang Jing left home, and they rarely saw each other afterward, so he wasn't aware that Liang Jing didn't smoke. Liang Jing was a highly disciplined person. He would drink moderately during official social gatherings with colleagues, but he refrained from smoking to avoid addiction. Once a man develops an addiction, he's likely to suffer a serious injury. Since the country he was stationed in was not peaceful, he was very cautious.
He threw the cigarette box back and said, "I'm not addicted."
Liang Jishen exhaled a puff of thick smoke and looked around at everyone, "I'm getting married."
"Get married?" Ji Xilan was stunned, then felt extremely relieved when she realized what was happening.
So what if he went to a poor mountain village for that actress? The third brother had once been involved in the powerful and wealthy, climbing up step by step. He was a shrewd and rational man, and he knew what to do at each stage.
"Marriage is good news. How many years has the Liang family not had a happy event? It's good to have something lively." She said happily, "Your relationship with Fang Anyi is progressing rapidly, and the Fang family is happy too. Mrs. Fang always praises you for your good looks--"
"It's not her." Liang Jishen put his arm on the edge of the chair, "It's He Sang."
Ji Xilan's face changed visibly, turning from angry white to agitated red, like an oil painting, alternating between colors.
Liang Chihui looked towards the restaurant without saying a word.
"Third brother, you went to the countryside and lost your mind?"
"I'm not interested in Fang Anyi. I'm not interested in any of the women from aristocratic families that the Liang family has their eye on." Liang Jishen subsided a bit from his mature and indifferent demeanor, revealing a bit of an uncompromising and unruly dandy demeanor. "I decide who I'm good with myself. Otherwise, I can't be strong. Is it appropriate for her to be a widow?" He glanced at Ji Xilan openly. "Daughter-in-law of the Fang family, you have no hope in this life. I have a suggestion for you. Give birth to another son in your next life. Maybe he will listen to you."
"Asshole!"
Ji Xilan threw the bowl and trembled all over. "You should be glad that I gave birth to you! If I had another son, would I care about your life or death?"
Liang Jishen lowered his head, looking at the pile of shattered porcelain pieces. He sighed softly, "A rare blue and white porcelain bowl from the Kangxi era—I can't even afford it with my annual salary. If I marry an unvirtuous wife like you, wouldn't I embezzle public funds to support her?"
Liang Jing also pretended to lower his head, but couldn't help but smile.
"The daughter raised by the Fang family is a lady from a noble family and will assist you." Ji Xilan suddenly realized that he was setting a trap. "Are you mocking your own mother for not being virtuous?"
"Isn't this what I discussed with you?" Liang Jishen added, "Big brother sets an example himself. He said in Wanxi County that he would only marry the woman he loves as his sister-in-law."
The fire burned himself, and Liang Jing's smile froze.
No wonder He Sang asked him in the west room that night if he had any woman he liked and whether they would arrange a marriage.
She used herself as an example to argue with the third brother.
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