Chapter 191 I Only Accept My Wife Doing This
Feng Zhikui rubbed his hair, leaned back in his chair and gasped, "Where are they?"
"In a very safe place."
"In your hand, right?"
Liang Chihui glanced at the door without revealing any emotion. The police officer was very close, so he spoke in a low voice, "You know very well how many enemies you have. I can find out the whereabouts of your mistress and daughter, and your enemies will find out sooner or later. Isn't it safer to keep them in my hands? I have arranged for a chef and a nanny to take care of them, so they will have no worries about food and clothing."
Feng Zhikui glared at him, "When will you release him?"
"The day you are sentenced to prison, or—" Liang Chihui laughed happily, "the day you are executed."
Feng Zhikui's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, this was a dangerous situation. He gritted his teeth and said, "I promise not to appeal. You can let me go now."
"You are not qualified to bargain with me." Liang Chihui crossed her long legs elegantly. "You are trying to change your confession and frame me. You should have guessed that this would completely infuriate me."
Feng Zhikui trembled, unable to distinguish between regret and fear. "Hu Dafa and I weren't in that business for nothing. You've destroyed me. You're so ruthless. Who will fight for you in the future? Who will be loyal to you? Even if you have great skills, a single tree can't form a forest."
"I, Liang Chihui, am a forest myself." The man leaned forward. "You have only seen a mere tenth of my abilities."
Feng Zhikui suddenly bared his teeth and lunged forward. Liang Chihui moved swiftly, kicking the chair away with a loud clanging noise. The police rushed in just in time and held him down. "Feng Zhikui! Are you crazy?"
"Liang Lao Er..." Feng Zhikui panted and pointed at Liang Chihui, but did not say anything else for a long time.
The police officer pushed him and said, "What do you want to say? Tell the truth."
Feng Zhikui lay on the table, twitching all over.
"Old Feng, I came to visit you out of kindness, but you blame me for not saving you." Liang Chihui's tone was regretful, but also quite generous. "Who do you want to see, what do you want to eat? If there's a chance, I'll discuss it with Director Zhao and help you fulfill your wish."
Feng Zhikui suddenly stopped twitching and became as calm as dead water.
Liang Chihui came out of the reception room, and Zhao Kai was just coming upstairs, looking exhausted. "Mr. Liang, why didn't you notify me in advance? Come to my office for a cup of tea."
"No need for tea." Liang Chihui patted the dust off his uniform familiarly. "I brought some food for Lao Feng. Your subordinates checked it out and it's fine."
"What could possibly be wrong with Mr. Liang?" Zhao Kai said with a hint of meaning, "If there really is a problem, you can handle it with your methods."
Liang Chihui and Zhao Kai looked at each other, and the atmosphere was filled with undercurrents.
After a moment, he raised his eyebrows in an enigmatic manner, "Are you kidding me?"
"Just kidding. The Liang family's eldest and third sons are both upright and noble, so the second son is no less honorable." Zhao Kai gestured for invitation. "I have a lot of official business to attend to, so I won't be able to see Mr. Liang off in person."
"I'm sorry to bother you." Liang Chihui nodded, his face instantly turned from sunny to gloomy, extremely cold, and he walked away.
Zhao Kai narrowed his eyes and put away his fake smile.
The subordinate licked his teeth and said, "Liang Chihui is too smart. He entered the reception room and checked the corners, the ceiling, the tables and chairs, the light bulbs, and even knocked on the wall tiles. If there is any abnormality——"
"The Liang family is widely recognized as the most elite in Hebei Province's upper class circles." Zhao Kai expected this. "Liang Chihui is the best of the best. There's no such thing as a perpetual winner in the business world, but he consistently wins. That's genuine skill."
"It's rumored that Liang Mi will inherit the family business?"
Zhao Kai and Liang Jishen have been friends for ten years and he knows some of the Liang family's situations. "Secretary Liang is really good at diplomatic negotiations and has great momentum. It's like a mountain between two different fields. If he crosses over to do business, Liang Chihui will make him die."
The subordinates were amused and said, "Having many sons, all excellent, is troublesome. It's better to have a good-for-nothing son."
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After attending the appointment meeting, Liang Jishen took a shower in the lounge and prepared for the afternoon social activities.
Cheng Xun spent the entire afternoon answering congratulatory messages from all walks of life, including those from the business world, the political circle, and sports and entertainment companies. The Liang family has extensive connections, and Liang Jishen is a new upstart, so socializing in this area is inevitable.
Jiang Xiaochu ordered food from Taoyuan and placed it on the reception table. Liang Jishen, who was sitting opposite him, was wearing a white casual outfit. His hair was still wet, and he had a light stubble on his chin. He looked mature and handsome, and was particularly sexy and charming in the sun.
Her heart was pounding. "Secretary Cheng told me that you love Taoyuan's food."
"I don't like it." The man signed, closed the document, and handed it to her. "My wife likes it."
"Are you really getting married?"
"Um."
"Marry Miss He?"
Liang Jishen opened the lunch box lid, his expression very calm, "What else?"
Jiang Xiaochu was feeling down. She also came from a humble background, in her early twenties. She had a better reputation than He Sang, whose stepfather had a criminal record. She had both parents, graduated from a prestigious university, and was fair and beautiful. He Sang had soared to fame, while she could only persevere in her small assistant position.
Liang Jishen took two bites of his meal, then suddenly changed his mind and dialed the secretariat's internal line, "Go pick up He Sang."
Cheng Xun was so exhausted from dealing with the congratulatory messages from all walks of life that his ears were buzzing. "Socializing with you? That's not appropriate. Those bosses saw Miss He's performance at the theater..."
This group of wealthy businessmen, like Ji Xilan, always talk about actors. Even though He Sang is no longer the same as before, their preconceived impression of her always makes them look down on her. Anyway, it is not an important occasion, so they would rather not go if they can.
"You turn down the social engagements. I'll take care of some personal matters." Liang Jishen tied his tie with one hand. "I'm going to visit her mother."
Cheng Xun flipped through the schedule and asked, "Isn't it planned for tomorrow?"
"I'm going back to base tomorrow. I owe the Hebei Provincial TV station an interview."
That interview coincided with a mudslide in Wanxi County, and he, preoccupied with He Sang's safety, canceled it. Furthermore, the signal at the border was spotty, and the secretariat couldn't reach him, so he didn't immediately explain the reason. The reporter who interviewed him was a staff reporter at the provincial television station, a deputy section chief. He was usually quite arrogant, and even the most powerful bosses would give in. He was so angry that he almost became enemies with him.
An hour ago, the reporter made another appointment for tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock, so Liang Jishen had to adjust his schedule and accompany He Sang back first.
Registration is about to begin, and it is impolite of him not to have visited his elders.
Jiang Xiaochu walked around the desk and reached out to tie Liang Jishen's tie. He hung up the phone and subconsciously brushed her away, "No need."
"I'm worried that it's inconvenient for you to use one hand..."
"I only accept my wife doing this kind of thing." Liang Jishen looked at her seriously, "I remember you were transferred."
She crossed her arms and held them in front of her. "Secretary Cheng is busy. I'll come back to help him."
"Cheng Xun asked you to come back?"
Jiang Xiaochu felt that this man's temper was too extreme. She didn't understand how He Sang, who was so soft-hearted, like a kitten, could control him.
"It was I who—"
"Go back to your new post." Liang Jishen stood up and said impatiently, "I don't need anyone here."
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