Chapter 192 Why are you sorry for me?
He's mother and Huang Yong live in an old residential building in Huancheng District. It has one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, covering 40 square meters. The kitchen is a converted balcony. It was built in the 1990s.
It was a long-term rental at first. Last year, Huang Yong planned to buy the house and put it in his and He's mother's names. He Sang did not ask Liang Jishen for money, but emptied his savings to subsidize them with more than 600,000 yuan. There is no news yet as to whether he bought the house or not.
He Sang has the key, and Huang Yong's character is not very reliable. She is concerned about He's mother's safety and keeps a spare key just in case.
She had never been here privately, so luckily she hadn't changed the lock, so she inserted the key and unscrewed it.
The classic drama "Parents' Love" played on the TV in the living room. The bedroom door was open, and a man's snoring could be heard. The middle-aged woman on the sofa heard the noise, tilted her head toward the door, and remained motionless, as if facing a stranger.
He Sang lived away from home for most of the year, and the relationship between mother and daughter was distant. In addition, her stepfather was beaten and held a grudge, so he tried to sow discord between them. Under his influence, He's mother became even colder towards her.
She took a deep breath and said, "Mom, I'm going home to visit you and Uncle Huang."
"You are not welcome." Mother He stood up and turned off the TV. "Your Uncle Huang is fifty years old. He can't stand it anymore. You hired someone to beat him. I took care of him for two months before he got out of bed. Please forgive me."
He Sang's teeth chattered, and he couldn't utter a word.
Liang Jishen frowned. Before coming here, he knew that He Sang's family background was very bad. After He Jinping's death, the only interaction between her and her mother was asking for money.
But he didn't know that their feelings had become so cold.
He suppressed his anger, put his arm around He Sang's waist, tightened his grip soothingly, and then gestured to Cheng Xun to place the large and small gifts and an 18-inch red leather gift box on the coffee table. "This is just a small gift from our Third Young Master. It's not a token of respect."
"Take it away." Mother He refused to budge. "After beating someone up, you refused to apologize, refused to show up, and forced us to drop the case. You, the Third Young Master, have enormous influence, and we are worthless. Can't we just hide from him if we can't provoke him?"
He Sang was trembling slightly.
Liang Jishen held her arms tighter.
Cheng Xun opened the box and said, "Cash, check, and car keys. The car is at the Mercedes-Benz dealership in the north of the city. You can pick it up anytime."
He's mother watched coldly, "What do you mean?"
"It's a betrothal gift." Liang Jishen was quite respectful and took a step forward. "You can choose the property. I'll pay the full amount if you choose one."
"Dowry?" Huang Yong suddenly walked out of the bedroom. The room was hot, and he was only wearing shorts and a vest, staring at He Sang.
The memory of his eighteen-year-old summer vacation came back, and He Sang couldn't help shaking violently.
"Sure," Huang Yong said as he sat down. "Old He gave birth to a promising daughter, and she's hooked up with a rich man. No wonder you hit me. I was hospitalized for 52 days with a broken hip, broken ribs, and a concussion, and you played dumb. So you've gotten so high up that you're so confident you don't recognize me and your mother anymore?"
He Sang's vision went dark, and she clutched the hem of her skirt until it wrinkled.
"How much money is in the box?"
Cheng Xun lifted the box. Huang Yong scanned the check and said, "Is this for sending away beggars? Huiwen raised a beautiful girl, and this is all he's worth?"
Cheng Xun closed the trunk lid and said, "The car is worth one million, and there is also real estate."
Huang Yong crossed his legs and asked, "Mr. Liang's car is worth millions?"
"You and Mr. Liang?"
Liang Jishen raised his hand to stop Cheng Xun and smiled calmly, "How much do you want?"
"As the third son of the Liang family, the family property is divided into three parts. Your father must be worth tens of billions, right? Huiwen and I want a betrothal gift of 100 million."
"One hundred million, do you deserve it? How dare you ask for it? Did you ever support me?" He Sang's emotions exploded. She broke away from Liang Jishen and smashed things in the living room, crying and shouting. When she was satisfied with smashing things, she pushed He's mother hard. "He was your first love. What about my father? Didn't my father treat you well? The man who treated you well died, and you didn't shed a single tear. Huang Yong bullied your daughter and embezzled your late husband's inheritance. Are you blind?"
"You little bitch, you slandered me--" Huang Yong's face was ferocious.
He had been bullying He Sang for years, scolding her when drunk and when she lost money. He locked her outside the apartment building to freeze, occasionally kicking her and throwing tea at her. He Sang tolerated it as much as she could, as He's mother worked at the breakfast shop and was rarely around. Huang Yong was He's mother's first love twenty years ago, a hardworking and diligent man. It was her parents who forced her mother to marry He Jinping, who had a stable job. Huang Yong married out of spite. His wife was a good woman who was unable to have children. She hid the fact that she had married fraudulently. When the news broke, he became a laughing stock in his hometown, and he never recovered.
He's mother felt guilty and was determined to make it up to him and live a good life. He Sang had never seen her so satisfied, relying on and loving a man like a little woman.
After all, He Sang was grateful for giving birth to him, so he had to swallow some grievances.
Huang Yong picked up the clothesline and rushed over shouting. He's mother tried to pull him back but failed. The next second, he rushed in front of He Sang and raised his hand, but Liang Jishen grabbed him.
The man's face was calm, but he attacked ruthlessly. Huang Yong's voice broke in pain, and his wrist bones cracked.
"Huang Yong, you are He Sang's nominal stepfather after all. I respect you, but you don't deserve my respect." He blocked his attack with his backhand. Huang Yong's physique was no match for Liang Jishen. He fell to the ground with his backhand hunched over like a piece of dead wood.
Liang Jishen took out a handkerchief and wiped the hand that had touched him. "House, car, money, you name it, I won't bargain even a penny. This is He Sang's filial piety, and it's also my duty as a son-in-law. However, we are even now. If she wants to go back to her parents' home, you must greet her properly and not be negligent in the slightest. If she doesn't want to go back, you must not harass her, otherwise, I will make a move next time, and it won't be an easy resolution."
Huang Yong covered his hands, sweating profusely and grimacing, "She is Huiwen's daughter, Huiwen is my wife, we are a family! A family recognized by the law! You are showing off in my territory—"
Before he could finish his words, he screamed miserably and struggled to pull his legs free, but Liang Jishen held them firmly.
"She's a member of the Liang family now." Liang Jishen looked down at Huang Yong from a high position. "You bullied He Sang before, and I taught you a lesson. From now on, if you bully Mrs. Liang, you'll pay a heavy price."
Liang Jishen said this and walked out with his arm around He Sang.
As they got in the car, Cheng Xun was indignant. "What kind of people are Mr. and Mrs. Huang? You've already given them a favor for Miss He's sake. You're showing respect by visiting them. The Liang family of Ji Province, for example, raises birds that are more valuable than theirs."
He Sang's cheeks turned red with embarrassment and he said nothing.
"That's enough." Liang Jishen scolded, "Drive your car."
He hugged He Sang and asked, "Are you hungry?"
He's mother didn't even pour a glass of water, let alone treat her to a meal. He Sang buried his head in his shoulder and said, "I'm sorry."
The man laughed and asked, "Why are you sorry for me?"
She shook her head.
My throat feels sore and choked.
Liang Jishen had probably never been so embarrassed in his life. Wherever he went, he was the guest of honor who was treated like a star. But a powerless couple from the lower class were bullied and driven away by him. For her, he swallowed his anger, and in the end, they broke up because of her.
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