Chapter 194 I Have a Woman I Like
Mrs. Fang struck while the iron was hot, "Has Madam Yao ever met my Anyi? Why don't I arrange for her to—"
"No rush." Yao Wenji interrupted, "How can a woman come first? The man is too rude. It should be Chi Hui who prepared gifts and came first to visit the old man and the old lady."
"Oh..." Mrs. Fang said happily, "Mrs. Yao is gentle and generous. An Yi is blessed to be your daughter-in-law. Jingru and I are relieved."
Yao Wenji drank her tea gracefully and put down the cup gracefully. "As long as they have feelings for each other, I have no objection. Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Why bother to interfere and cause trouble?"
Ji Xilan was in the guest room, with the door ajar. He trembled all over when he heard this. "She's being sarcastic and making indirect accusations!"
The servant comforted, "Calm down..."
"Her son is a businessman, it's okay if he overdoes it. Who cares about his daughter-in-law's moral character? How can my son do that? The provincial government and his colleagues are watching the third brother's every move. He used to work in the government and dealt with hundreds of criminals and bullies, and they have all been released after serving their sentences. Don't I worry? Hu Nongnong's father was almost killed in revenge by criminals ten years ago!"
Ji Xilan's eyes were red, and he exhaled, "Marrying a wife with a good background would at least deter the enemies, but he just doesn't listen..."
There was a sudden silence outside the door, and everyone raised their heads and looked at the stairs.
Liang Chihui stood in a ball of light. The lights were bright, but the escalator blocked the brightness. His body was clear, and half of the darkness shrouded his face, making his eyebrows deep, his lips and nose picturesque. He stood straight and looked down at others, giving off an unreal and blurred feeling.
"I have a woman I like."
Fang Jingru frowned.
The Liang family's feng shui is weird.
Either they are all single or they are all taken.
A bunch of them.
Since Liang Jishen and Liang Chihui failed, Fang Jingru didn't dare to set his sights on Liang Jing.
"What a coincidence." Yao Wenji smiled generously and appropriately, "Chi Hui has a girl he likes, so I have to disappoint Miss Fang's kindness."
Then, she scolded him in an unhappy tone, "You have a woman you like, and you're hiding it from me?"
Mrs. Fang was skeptical.
She understood that Liang Jishen was having an underground relationship.
Liang Chihui was not one to hide things. As everyone knew, Yao Wenji was very open-minded. What was he trying to achieve by secretly dating her? Was he looking for excitement?
"I'm attracted to her unilaterally, and she's unaware of it." Liang Chihui walked down the stairs with great composure. "I'm honored to have Miss Fang's favor, but I'm a bohemian by nature, and my personality doesn't mesh with the gentle and homely Miss Fang."
Mrs. Fang loved her daughter dearly, and was unwilling and anxious. "Which girl does the Second Young Master like? The Su family or the He family?"
In the upper class, only the daughters of the Su and He families are of marriageable age. Men like them are sensible when it comes to playing in those colorful places. At most, they keep the girls outside. Since Fang Anyi must have him, the Fang family turned a blind eye.
Liang Chihui smiled calmly, "She's a girl from an ordinary family."
"An ordinary family?"
Mrs. Fang looked at Yao Wenjie. She was calmer than Liang Chihui and had the leisure to pour tea.
"Second Young Master doesn't understand Anyi. Anyi is in the car right now. You young people have a lot in common." Mrs. Fang gestured to Yao Wenji, "What do you think of them chatting?"
Yao Wenji still smiled, "Chi Hui, you decide for yourself."
Liang Chihui had expected this. Fang Anyi had no experience in love. She was only 29 years old when she first fell in love, and she was extremely stubborn towards her ideal partner.
He didn't use any love tricks at all, the girl beautified him herself and fell into the trap.
Liang Chihui regretted it to some extent.
It’s not that I regret grabbing this hot potato, but that I regret using the wrong strategy.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Fang." Liang Chihui bowed and pointed his hand at Fang Jingru, "I'm sorry for not being polite."
Fang Jingru also bowed and shook hands. "A forced melon is not sweet. The Second Young Master's frank refusal shows respect for An Yi."
Mrs. Fang remained silent.
At this moment, Sister Fang walked out of the kitchen and the entrance door just opened. She called out to the living room, "The Third Young Master is back."
Liang Jishen took off his coat and handed it to her. "Are there any guests?"
"He's Madam Yao's guest."
As he stepped over the screen, Fang Jingru and his wife immediately stood up from the sofa. "Mr. Liang, congratulations on your promotion."
"Mr. Fang, Mrs. Fang." Liang Jishen raised his eyebrows. "Aunt Yao is personally entertaining guests. What's the big deal?"
He Sang stood beside him politely, "Aunt Yao, Mrs. Fang."
Yao Wenjie looked at her. The girl looked more pleasing up close than from a distance. Her scalp was clean, her fingernails were clean, there was no mud on the toes of her shoes, her teeth were straight, and her waist was smooth.
He is a good person in every way, not pretending.
"Xiao He, huh?"
He Sang smiled.
Two dimples, watery eyes, and a comfortable and steady look.
Yao Wenji glanced at Liang Chihui without saying a word.
He seemed to be looking at He Sang, but his gaze seemed to be aimless, wandering in mid-air.
"Why, I have a second sister-in-law?" Liang Jishen joked, "Second brother, the Fang family is so sincere, you should stop being so arrogant."
Others made fun of him, but Liang Chihui didn't refute him. However, Liang Jishen knew the ins and outs of it clearly. He gave him a sinister glance and said, "Do you have time to spare?"
Liang Jishen suppressed his smile, brought a glass of warm water to He Sang, and asked seriously, "Are you happy that Miss Fang is your second sister-in-law?"
He Sang could vaguely smell something burnt, but couldn't quite remember what it was. She echoed absentmindedly, "Second Brother and Miss Fang are a perfect match, talented and beautiful."
Liang Chihui's face darkened and his finger bones turned white from being pinched.
He Sang remembered something, threw down the cup, and ran away in a panic.
Liang Jishen smiled and apologized to Fang Jingru and his wife, "She was naive and impulsive, and was rude."
Mrs. Fang waved her hand. "It's okay, she's just a little girl."
He Sang rushed into the kitchen and asked, "Is the medicinal food burnt?"
"The tortillas are burnt." Sister Fang shuddered and lifted the lid of the pot. "Madam wants to eat tortillas, but how can I fry them? I've fried three batches, and each one is burnt worse than the last."
"I can." He Sang rolled up his sleeves and turned on the faucet to wash his hands. "My dad has high blood sugar and chronic gastritis. He doesn't eat refined rice or flour, just whole grains. He often makes pancakes and steams steamed buns. When I was in junior high school, my dad was always working overtime or on business trips, so I would steam a pot of bread for him to eat when he got home from get off work. I'm not very good at cooking, I only know the simplest steaming and boiling."
Sister Fang was surprised, "What about your mother? Doesn't she take care of your father?"
He Sang's hands froze and he pursed his lips, "She... doesn't cook."
"You don't cook?" Sister Fang envied. "The more leisurely a woman is, the younger she looks. Your mother is very beautiful, isn't she?"
He Sang was silent.
In the living room, Yao Wenjie took Liang Chihui upstairs under the pretext of taking medicine.
She sat on the chair at the dressing table, "Just because you're handsome, you can do whatever you want? It's not enough for you to be so flirty. You've provoked the Fang family again."
Liang Chihui suddenly laughed out loud, leaning against the door without saying a word.
"Isn't Miss Fang very beautiful? She comes from a distinguished family and is worthy of you."
He lowered his head slightly and lit a cigarette. "It's far worse than my mother's."
"Okay, is she worse than me? Is she worse than that girl?" Yao Wenji, applying hand cream, pointed out, "If Liang Jing didn't inherit the family business, it would most likely be yours. Liang Yanzhang cares most about being well-matched. I can help you once, but I can't help you ten times."
Liang Chihui held a cigarette in his right hand and handed the wooden comb to Yao Wenji with his left hand, "Thank you for your help."
Yao Wenji took the comb and said, "Leave now before Liang Yanzhang comes home, or he will definitely scold you."
Coming out of the bedroom and passing through the second floor, Liang Jishen and Fang Jingru were discussing business matters. Liang Chihui was originally going to drive back to Bixi Mansion, but he turned back temporarily and went straight to the kitchen.
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