Chapter 178 I Believe in You
"I'll take it myself."
Zhao Kai didn't move.
Liang Chihui's smile faded, "Do you only let him go if the third brother takes him?"
According to the procedures, He Sang was cleared of suspicion of intentional injury and there was no reason to detain her any further.
only...
Given Liang Jishen's personality, he would definitely come over no matter whether things were going well or not.
Zhao Kai was embarrassed, "I'll make a phone call."
"You're wasting my time." Liang Chihui completely suppressed his smile, his brows cold and cold, "Director Zhao, witnesses, physical evidence, whatever you want, I'll give it to you. If you delay any further, I'll report you for illegal detention."
Zhao Kai's hands were stuck in his pockets, and he reluctantly ordered, "Let him go."
The subordinates led Liang Chihui to the detention room.
Zhao Kai pulled out his phone again to try to contact Liang Jishen, but Feng Zhikui suddenly asked, "How long will my sentence be?"
"It's none of my business."
"Is it your responsibility to make amends for your crimes?"
Zhao Kai raised his eyelids and asked, "What merit did you achieve?"
Feng Zhikui shook his neck left and right, "Before I was 25, I lived in the slums of Laoshi Street. It was poor and rotten. I was old, so I found a group of younger brothers to hang out with. I went around visiting powerful people and looking for influential people. I worked my way up from being a street thug to running a company, and gradually expanded the Guanghe Group."
Zhao Kai put down his phone and asked, "Who is your benefactor?"
......
Liang Chihui stood outside the door of the detention room. All the angular objects in the room were uniformly covered with beige soft padding to prevent the suspects from self-harming. If there was blood or fecal incontinence, light-colored objects could also be inspected and discovered in time.
He lifted the iron window and saw He Sang lying on the sofa chair at the foot of the wall, with his chin supported by one hand and his chest supported by the other. He was in a cautious and uneasy posture and was not sleeping soundly.
The hem of her skirt rolled up, revealing a section of her slender calves. She seemed to have become much fuller since Liang Chihui first saw her.
At that time, He Sang had a bony beauty and the pure and youthful spirit of a young girl. Now she is well-proportioned and charming, with glowing white skin, and the charm of a young woman is even more intense.
An indescribable energy, intellectual and gentle femininity.
The subordinate noticed that Liang Chihui's face was not good, and immediately explained, "Let her rest in the detention room. There is a sofa and it is warm."
Liang Chihui took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, lit it while leaning against the wall, and his subordinates unlocked the door and entered the house.
He Sang shuddered and his eyes widened.
"Ms. He, we've found a witness."
She climbed up, her feet were numb, and she stumbled back onto the sofa. She didn't care about being comfortable, her eyes full of joy, "Then where is he?"
"It wasn't Vice President Liang who found it, it was Mr. Liang Chihui."
He Sang was shocked. She didn't expect Liang Chihui to appear here. On the day of the incident, he was indeed in Puhua Temple, but he was dozens of meters away and he couldn't hear the movements in the meditation room clearly.
"Liang Chihui is a witness?"
"He arrested a witness, Feng Zhikui, the boss of Guanghe, and the fake monk that Mrs. Hu kept at Puhua Temple."
He Sang stood there in a daze.
The subordinate turned off the lights and beckoned her, "Ms. He, please."
She went out in a daze, her mind a mess.
Huang Biao is Liang Chihui's confidant and Feng Zhikui's backer. She once thought that the real boss behind the scenes was Liang Chihui, who manipulated Guanghe and settled the crisis. With him in charge, Huang Biao and Feng Zhikui had the courage to make dirty money and do dirty things.
Huang Biao fell, and Liang Chihui personally ruined Feng Zhikui, nearly destroying the Guanghe Group. Feng Zhikui had actually disappeared since February. Huang Biao took all the blame, and the police didn't expend any manpower searching for him. He could have easily hidden his identity and returned to the business world once the hype faded. Liang Chihui could have used him to make money anyway, so why bother cutting him off?
Unless Liang Chihui is not the backer of Guanghe Group and has not made any money, he would naturally dare to wade into the muddy waters if he has a clear conscience.
He Sang followed the police officer absentmindedly. After signing and returning his belongings, his phone ran out of battery and turned off automatically.
Arriving at the corridor outside the interrogation room, she suddenly stopped.
There were no lights on in the corridor, and the sun was shining brightly. The clear yellow light and shadow spread across the tiles and also sprinkled on the man's body.
A long, narrow shadow was cast from one end of the wall to the other.
The smoke was rising, he squinted his eyes, and pondered his thoughts silently.
The police officer called out to him, and he came to his senses, put out his cigarette, and turned sideways to face her.
"Mr. Liang, whether Ms. He acted in self-defense or excessive self-defense will be determined by the court. We will need her to provide additional records, mediate, and appear in court."
Liang Chihui took a step forward, approaching her step by step. The crisp sound of his shoes could be clearly heard with every step. The mellow and cool masculine scent and the strong smell of cigarettes enveloped He Sang in an instant.
He stopped and looked at the police officer, "Excessive self-defense?"
"If nothing unexpected happens, Ms. He will be deemed to have acted in self-defense. However, I have an obligation to inform you of another situation, which is similar to informing you of the risks of surgery."
Liang Chihui was more polite, "Thank you for your care."
After the other person left, he took out a thermos from the inner pocket of his windbreaker, unscrewed the lid, and found hot milk. He handed it to He Sang, "Are you hungry? Drink some to fill your appetite. I'll take you to dinner."
She hesitated and asked, "Does he know you're coming?"
Liang Chihui didn't show much emotion and replied with a smile, "Zhao Kai should have informed him."
He Sang was sensible. Since Liang Jishen had been informed, she would stay at the police station no matter what. "I'm not hungry. I won't eat anymore."
He continued to pass the thermos to her. She took it and took a symbolic sip. "Feng Zhikui pleaded guilty, didn't he?"
"yes."
He Sang's heart was in turmoil. "My father got into trouble. Was he the mastermind?"
"I don't know." Liang Chihui said frankly, "What Huang Biao confessed is currently confidential to the police. If your father's death is related to Feng Zhikui, he will be tried."
He Sang's nose felt sore.
This day is too long.
She will never forget the scene of digging out He Jinping's body from the ruins. The heavy rain washed away the blood debt of Guanghe Group and destroyed the body at the collapsed site of the city wall.
He Sang looked up and asked, "Feng Zhikui framed me out of revenge?"
"yes."
"You have business dealings with Feng Zhikui, right?"
Liang Chihui said frankly without hiding anything, "Yes."
"The city wall—"
"It's none of my business."
The heavy stone in He Sang's heart fell to the ground.
"Do you believe me?"
She nodded.
"I don't mind being bothered by rumors. Your trust in me is more important than anything else." Liang Chihui's eyes flickered with a smile again. "No matter how maliciously the outside world slanders me, will you always trust me?"
He Sang pursed his lips. At least, Liang Chihui had saved him and helped him. This was real. "I believe you."
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