Chapter 167: The Second Son Was Originally Going to Marry, Now It’s the Third Son’s Turn
Liang Jishen started smoking his half-smoked cigarette again. Noticing He Sang cowering in the entrance, he waved, "Come here."
He put out his cigarette, put his arm around her waist, and sat on the empty chair next to her. "Is it at Big Brother's house?"
He Sang remembered what excuse Liang Jing had made up, "I went to get my briefcase."
"Did you get it?"
She shook her head, "I didn't find it."
She lied in a serious manner. Liang Jishen lifted the long hair that fell from her forehead and said, "Call me uncle and aunt."
He Sang subconsciously looked up and met Ji Xilan's murderous gaze, so she immediately lowered her head.
"That's enough," Liang Yanzhang said, smoothing things over. "I already said that this afternoon."
"What did you shout this afternoon?" Liang Jishen patted He Sang on the palm of his hand.
She whispered, "Mr. Liang, Mrs. Liang."
"That's against the rules." The man feigned anger and lectured her, "Shout again."
"Uncle Liang——"
"I can't afford it." Before she finished shouting, Ji Xilan interrupted her, "Third brother, isn't it too early?"
"Is it early?" Liang Jishen smiled slightly. "It's quite late. If I call you again, it should be Mom and Dad."
He Sang was afraid that the mother and son would argue, which would further anger Ji Xilan, so he pulled his belt under the table.
"The daughter of the Fang family is a perfect match. Fang Jingru is now your equal, so try not to offend him." Liang Yanzhang was at a loss. "You two are colleagues, so it's inevitable that you'll trip each other up. Besides, marriage is no joke. Every prominent family is a good match. If you don't want to marry a woman from the rich and powerful, then what about the sports and cultural circles? There must be someone who suits your taste."
"Not suitable." Liang Jishen said succinctly, "You urged your eldest and second brothers to marry a daughter-in-law who is well-matched with you, but they didn't marry. Your brother has the obligation to devote himself to the Liang family."
He Sang's stomach rumbled again. She wanted to vomit, but she couldn't. The food rolled around in her throat and flowed freely again.
Liang Jishen rubbed her belly and asked, "Are you hungry?"
She felt uncomfortable and brushed his hand away.
The man pressed on again, "Are you hungry?"
"I'm not hungry." He Sang brushed it away again and stepped back.
Liang Jishen's arms were tightly wrapped around her waist. As soon as she took a step back, he pulled her back into his arms and ordered towards the kitchen, "Set the dishes."
Sister Fang cut the fruit plate, poured a bowl of soup, and placed it in front of He Sang. She became obedient and said, "Thank you, Aunt Fang."
"Fruit has less sugar, is washed in warm water, and doesn't taste cold. Soup is low in salt and oil, and doesn't have chopped green onions or ginger, right?"
He Sang was surprised, "How do you know my eating habits?"
Sister Fang gestured to the other side, "The Second Young Master told me to do that."
She looked towards the stairs. Liang Chihui was unbuttoning his shirt. The corner between the living room and the dining room was a blind spot for lighting. His outline was dim, with a faint shadow on the ground. It was vaguely possible that he was standing in the corner, looking back silently.
He Sang's heart skipped a beat. He said nothing and just drank his soup.
Ji Xilan joked, "Originally it was the second son who got married, now it's the third son's turn."
"What does it have to do with him?" Liang Jishen glanced at her coldly.
"The Liang family doesn't care. The second and third daughters-in-law are both our own wives. There's no difference. The children they give birth to are all of the Liang family's bloodline. It doesn't matter who gives birth to them."
He Sang clenched the spoon.
Ji Xilan stretched her shirt as she walked towards the stairs, "As long as you can shut up Youyou, that's all."
Liang Jishen's face became even colder.
"Yan Zhang, I'll get some hot water for you to relieve your fatigue." Ji Xilan stopped on the stairs.
Liang Yanzhang glanced at He Sang and went upstairs without saying a word.
The restaurant suddenly fell silent. She tilted her head and looked at Liang Jishen, "Will you still marry me?"
He frowned, "Why not marry?"
He Sang was looking forward to him getting married. No woman would not long to put on a wedding dress for the man she loved and walk down the aisle, but she also didn't want him to be under so much pressure. "The whole Liang family..."
"Who said that?" Liang Ji kissed her lips deeply and kissed back the rest of her words, "Didn't Liang Jing agree? He has the most influence."
She licked her lips and asked, "Secretary Liang, do you agree?"
"He agrees." Liang Jishen laughed, "Is my wife so likable?"
He Sang pushed him and said, "Aunt Fang is here."
He ignored her and took a breath against her neck. "I'm really worried. You have to accompany me to work from now on."
"What are you worried about?"
"My wife is very charming, I don't feel safe leaving her at home."
He Sang chuckled, "I'm not that kind of woman."
"Yeah." Liang Ji kissed her deeply for a while. There was movement in the kitchen. Sister Fang opened the door and came out. He let go and sat down neatly dressed. "I'm worried about them."
Sister Fang cleaned up Liang Yanzhang's table and asked if they wanted to heat up the food and add new dishes.
Liang Jishen waved his hand. After Sister Fang left, He Sang leaned closer. "They?"
"All men."
"I'm not that popular."
Liang Jishen looked at her and reached out to touch her face. "I'll be relieved when you're fifty."
He Sang's ears turned pink from laughing.
......
At the same time, Fang Jingru and his wife were discussing their engagement. Ji Xilan was very eager to get married, and out of his respect for the girl, he left the selection of the auspicious date to the Fang family.
Fang Anyi had been feeling depressed. When Mrs. Fang decided to get engaged on May 20 and was about to call the Liang family to inform them, she exploded, "I'm not getting engaged."
Mrs. Fang was lost in her own thoughts. "Chinese style is better than Western style. Engagement banquet, wedding, and return banquet, all should be Chinese-style dresses. After all, Liang Jing has a unique resume, and the Liang family is a traditional wealthy family in Beijing..." She suddenly came to her senses and raised her voice, "What did you say?"
Fang Anyi shuddered, "I said I don't like Liang Jishen..."
"He's so outstanding in character and appearance, and you don't like him?" Mrs. Fang was puzzled. "Then who do you like?"
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed. "I also like the young master of the Liang family! It won't affect the marriage between the Fang and Liang families."
"Liang Jing?" Mrs. Fang sighed. "He's certainly handsome, but the problem is we don't understand his mind. A man should be considerate and loving after marriage. He's stationed abroad all year round, and the couple is separated. Isn't that like being a widow? You're going abroad with him. You're the only daughter of the Fang family, and we can't bear to let you go! He treats you tenderly and attentively, which is fine. But what if the affection fades and he neglects you, and you marry far away and have no relatives?"
Fang Jingru also disagreed, "Liang Jing is not suitable. He is good at diplomatic negotiations, but he knows nothing about love and marriage. You will suffer so much by marrying him, and you are expected to flatter and coax him. Is this reasonable?"
"It's not Liang Jing!" Fang Anyi stomped her feet, "It's... Liang Chihui."
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