Chapter 184 Why is it swollen?
"I know Liang Jing, he knows his limits. He won't touch any woman who has had an affair with the second or third son." Liang Yanzhang suddenly lost his confidence when he said this.
Last time in the Zhuyuan box, Liang Jing, though quiet, spoke with every word he spoke, both overtly and covertly, supporting He Sang. Of course, it wasn't ruled out that he was siding with the Third Brother. In short, Liang Jing and the Second Brother were known for their indifference, especially when it came to Fang Jingru, their half-colleague. Liang Jing's attitude was indeed suspicious.
Liang Yanzhang took off his coat and said, "The Li family went to the Liang Group and made a big scene today. Zhao Kai detained Hu Dafa's wife. The Li family is her family, so we're here to help her get justice."
Ji Xilan was annoyed. "It's all He Sang's fault. She and Zhou Kun's wife went to pray for a child. There are so many temples in Ji Province, but they insisted on going across the province to Puhua Temple. What kind of place is Puhua Temple? A den of prostitution! The third brother doesn't understand. Zhou Kun went everywhere and he didn't stop him."
"Is there something hidden? Have you asked the third brother?"
"I didn't just ask, I hit him."
"You're too impulsive—" Liang Yanzhang said helplessly, "The Liang Group must be nominated by Zhonghai to bid for the project, and the third brother must report it to the provincial government before the bid is successful. I don't want to offend him now, but you're addicted to offending him."
Liang Yanzhang had compared these three wives in his mind.
Weng Qiong was the daughter of the director of a film studio. In the golden age of Chinese films in the 1980s and 1990s, it was very respectable for her to be the original wife. Yao Wenji was also popular in Southeast Asia and was the first generation of "sexy goddess". Only Ji Xilan had no fame or background. She coaxed Liang Yanzhang gently and virtuously every day to comfort his emotional pain caused by his ex-wife's infidelity. Men are most susceptible to the "little woman's feelings", and it didn't take long for him to make her his legal wife.
But from the perspective of the mistress of the Liang family, Liang Yanzhang was most dissatisfied with Ji Xilan.
She was not as good as Weng Qiong in terms of appearance, nor as pleasant as Yao Wenji, but fortunately she did not keep any male favorites, and there were no scandals about her affairs. Her son was also outstanding, so Liang Yanzhang was too lazy to go through the trouble of getting married for the fourth time.
"Where's the third brother?"
"Working in the study."
Liang Yanzhang sat down, "Where's Xiao He?"
"Miss He is in the kitchen." Sister Fang carried the teapot and knelt on the carpet to make tea. "She may be feeling unwell and vomiting acid."
Lao Zheng parked the car outside, and a Honda business car with a public license plate slowly drove into the courtyard. Zhao Kai honked the horn and got out of the car.
He was wearing plain clothes. He handed over some fruit and white wine and explained his purpose. Lao Zheng then led him into the living room.
"Director Liang is a classmate of the Third Young Master."
Zhao Kai strode forward and bent down, "Uncle Liang, it's been more than ten years, and you look as radiant and charming as ever."
"Zhao Kai!" Liang Yanzhang appreciated the compliment. "I remember the third brother's graduation ceremony, when you and he gave speeches on stage. You were tall and strong then, but now you're darker and thinner."
"Busy." Zhao Kai was very familiar, leaning back on the sofa. "One case after another is endless, and the trials are non-stop."
Ji Xilan poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of him. "Xiao Zhao, you must take care of yourself. The third brother almost died at the district prosecutor's office. He had headaches, stomachaches, and toothaches from inflammation. He was in the ward receiving IV drips and working overtime. He once went to the front line, assisting with an arrest in the deep mountains and forests of the border. It was in July. His summer uniform was worn out and full of holes, and he was covered in mosquito bites."
"That time he had a heat stroke, and a lady named Song was taking care of him in the hospital, right?"
Ji Xilan curled her lips, "One vixen left, and here comes another one with even greater power. The Liang family specializes in recruiting vixens."
Zhao Kai smiled but said nothing.
The part about Liang San and Song He was quite sensational.
But the strange thing is that Liang San never takes her out in public. Moreover, when they were having a celebration dinner, some colleagues urged him to call Song He to propose to her, but he simply refused.
Song He was quite attached to Liang San. At the time, Liang San's public prosecutorial investigations often involved female interviewees, so for convenience, he assigned a female prosecutor and a female police officer to his team. The two assigned to him were the valiant "Inspector Beauty" and "Police Beauty." Song He, perhaps feeling insecure, would find ways to follow Liang San whenever he went out for meetings. She would stay in the room next to him and would frequently call to check on him. He would never answer during work hours, so she would bang on his door, crying, embarrassing the female colleagues discussing the case. Liang San was actually fed up with her.
Zhao Kai's intuition tells him that there is something unknown between these two.
Liang Yanzhang twirled a string of Buddhist beads. "I heard Feng Zhikui from Guanghe Group has been arrested?"
"Yes, he gave out a lot of people."
"Oh? Who did you give up?"
Zhao Kai observed Liang Yanzhang's expression. As expected of an old hand, he was calm and composed while gathering intelligence.
"Confidential. Uncle Liang, I'm sorry I can't tell you."
The ambiguity in Liang Yanzhang's eyes was fleeting, "It's okay."
"But..." Zhao Kai kept the secret, "there are four or five big names in Vanity Fair involved."
"Big shot?" The emotion in Liang Yanzhang's eyes returned.
"He's a wealthy businessman who ranks among the top." Zhao Kai lamented, "I know him and respect him. This is really unexpected."
Liang Yanzhang paused while fiddling with his Buddhist beads.
Sister Fang invited Liang Jishen to come downstairs, and Zhao Kai went to meet him. They talked for a while on the terrace on the first floor. Liang Jishen occasionally glanced at the living room, not focusing on who he was looking at. His eyes were calm, and then he turned his back.
Ji Xilan pushed Liang Yanzhang at this time, "The second brother is calling you, why are you in a daze?"
Liang Chihui looked at him and said, "Father doesn't look well."
"I'm exhausted after a day of running around." He sipped his tea. "Didn't you rest?"
Before he finished speaking, the French window on the terrace opened, and Zhao Kai took the initiative to shake hands with Liang Chihui, "Mr. Liang, Feng Zhikui wants to see you."
Liang Chihui raised his eyebrows. "It's just a small matter. Why would you bother Director Zhao to come here in person?"
"I'm just passing on this message. I'm mainly visiting Uncle Liang."
Liang Yanzhang's temples were throbbing.
"See you someday?"
"At your own time."
Zhao Kai has a dark complexion and a rough build, a typical northern man. In contrast, Liang Chihui looks more refined and elegant, with a gentle and masculine aura.
"Unfortunately, I'm currently busy. I'll contact the bureau when I have time."
Zhao Kai didn't expect that Liang Chihui was missing. He had planned to closely monitor the visiting room. Once it was confirmed that Feng Zhikui and Liang Chihui were in collusion, it would be evidence.
Liang Chihui was indeed extremely shrewd and vigilant.
Zhao Kai insisted on finishing the play, "No problem, Mr. Liang will notify me in advance."
Liang Jishen invited Zhao Kai to have dinner with him, but he had a lot of things to do in the bureau and couldn't delay, so he got up and said goodbye.
At six o'clock, Sister Fang walked out of the kitchen carrying the medicinal food. He Sang followed behind her, wearing a goose yellow apron, a white shirt and a yellow skirt, looking pretty and delicate.
Liang Chihui and Ji Xilan sat on either side of Liang Yanzhang. Next to Liang Jishen was her chair. He asked the servants to put a cotton pad on it, which was thick and fluffy so it wouldn't feel uncomfortable.
"Miss He personally prepared a bowl of medicinal food to honor Mr. Liang and his wife."
Sister Fang opened the lid of the pot, and the ingredients were boiling, bubbling and emitting steam.
Liang Yanzhang was quite surprised, "Did Xiao He cook it?"
"She usually cooks for me. She's not very good at cooking, but she makes delicious soup." Liang Jishen untied the apron string behind her waist. He Sang used a spoon to filter out the foam, scooped a bowl and placed it next to Liang Yanzhang, then scooped a second bowl.
She deliberately stretched her sleeves to cover the burn on her forearm, but Ji Xilan's seat was far away and the dining table was wide, so she couldn't reach it even if she stood on tiptoe. When she stretched her arm, her sleeve moved up, revealing the bright red scar.
Liang Jishen frowned and grabbed her wrist, "Why is it swollen?"
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