Chapter 195 If She Wants
Sister Fang walked out of the kitchen carrying a garbage bag, and Liang Chihui happened to enter the kitchen. He walked past Sister Fang. He Sang had his back to the door, wearing an apron, and was concentrating on stirring the noodles in the ceramic basin.
The apron has a lavender pattern, which makes her look fresh, pretty and delicate.
The man was tall and thin, standing there, with a dark shadow pressing down, and Sister Fang was stunned.
Liang Chihui never comes to the kitchen.
"Second Young Master—"
He raised his index finger, put it against his lips, made a hushing gesture, and turned sideways to signal Sister Fang to go out.
Sister Fang hesitated for a second. Although it was a kitchen, it was not appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together. However, the Second Young Master knew his limits and Miss He also knew etiquette. She was just a servant and it was not convenient for her to say too much.
Liang Chihui walked silently and stopped behind He Sang.
She was completely unaware and thought Sister Fang was still there. "Pepper."
The man was silent for a moment, searched around, and took out a small, unopened bottle from the glass cabinet.
He Sang didn't look back, she just caught it and sprinkled it evenly in the basin. Wearing gloves, she pinched off a piece of dough and kneaded it into a plump shape in her palm. Just as she was about to put it in the pan, she found that there was no oil in the pan. She glanced at the seasoning area and found five or six kinds of oil, but no peanut oil.
The pancakes Ji Xilan missed were the most homely ones, which required peanut oil. She leaned back with her elbow and asked, "Do you have peanut oil?"
Liang Chihui frowned and continued searching. He Sang pinched one, then the next. After a long while, he heard a voice saying, "I'm going to the supermarket to buy some. What brand of peanut oil is it?"
He Sang shook, and the pancake in his hand fell to the ground and smashed into pieces with a "bang".
"Second brother..."
Liang Chihui lowered his eyes. The pancake was a soft lump that was easy to slip on. He squatted down to clean it. He Sang happened to squat down at the same time. Their foreheads touched. The man's hard penis hit her so hard that she saw stars.
"Does it hurt?" He was nervous for a moment and touched the part where she was hit. A solid white spot melted away and a little red appeared. "Are you dizzy?"
He Sang brushed his hand away and straightened up, "It's not that fragile. It doesn't hurt."
There seemed to be thousands of ravines hidden in Liang Chihui's eyes. Each ravine was a deep sea and a flame. In a moment of eye contact, his eyes went from unfathomable to straightforward and naked.
"The third brother has met your mother."
"I met you at noon."
He smiled, "When do we register?"
"In a few days."
"Have you changed your name to calling me second brother?" Liang Chihui's tone was both serious and teasing.
He Sang was shy, "I'll have to change my name sooner or later..."
"Change it after you get the certificate."
The man stared at her for a while, then suddenly reached out and pressed the tip of her nose.
He Sang was startled and instinctively dodged. He put his other hand on her shoulder and said, "Don't move."
She still tilted her head, "Second brother..."
Liang Chihui wiped it with his thumb, and a pool of yellow paste appeared. "What is this?"
He Sang breathed a sigh of relief and raised the griddle. "It's corn tortillas. Sister Fang doesn't know how to fry them." The atmosphere was too delicate and too intense, so she changed the subject. "Would you like some, Madam Yao? I'll fry some more."
"Is it troublesome?" Liang Chihui pulled out a cleaning wipe and wiped his fingertips. "She should eat."
"It's not a problem..." He Sang didn't say anything else and looked at the open door.
Sister Fang brought Fang Anyi and stood at the door, Fang Anyi's eyes were red.
"Second Master, Miss Fang begged me to see you."
Liang Chihui calmly threw down the wet wipes and said, "Come out with me."
He stopped after passing through the entrance.
Fang Anyi's eyes were red, "My mother said you have a woman you like."
He was also quick and decisive, without any hesitation, "Got it."
“In the private room of Yunhai Building...”
"Ms. Fang." Liang Chihui stared at her intently. "I have no obligation to explain my feelings to you."
His eyes were so beautiful and so bewitching that Fang Anyi was distracted and almost fell deeper into depravity.
"She's just an ordinary woman, isn't she?"
"yes."
Fang Anyi's mind went blank, his palms sweating, "Will you marry her?"
Liang Chihui touched the cigarette box, but didn't light it. He held it between his fingers and said each word with a heavy voice, "If she is willing."
Fang Anyi's expression was gloomy, and he said in a muffled voice, "So, do you hate me?"
"I don't hate you." After a pause, he added, "I haven't paid any attention to you at all."
She bit her lip and said, "Aren't you lying to me?"
Liang Chihui smiled, "Why did I lie to you?"
Fang Anyi's heart felt like it was being crushed by shards of glass, breaking into pieces. This man was the first man she liked. He was of too high a standard. Among the tens of millions of men in Ji Province, no one could compare to him.
"They all want to marry me." She raised her head, met his gaze, and quickly lowered it again, "Because of my father."
Liang Chihui nodded.
He pinched off his cigarette, twisted it, and the tobacco shreds fell to the ground. He kicked the door frame with the tip of his shoe, and a gust of wind blew in, dispersing it into the deep night. "I don't need it."
"You only marry the woman you like, right?"
The wind in April was still chilly. Liang Chihui straightened his clothes and said, "Yes."
Fang Anyi's throat tightened, "Then she is so lucky."
"An Yi!" The Fang family's car was parked in the courtyard, the door wide open. Mrs. Fang was about to get out, but Fang Jingru stopped her, "What are you going to do?"
"An Yi is stubborn, I'm worried about her—"
"This is the Liang family's old house." Fang Jingru said helplessly, "What happened to your precious daughter?"
"My precious daughter? She's not your daughter anymore?" Mrs. Fang burst into tears.
Fang Jingru was also annoyed. "You asked An Yi to go to Liang Jing's welcoming banquet to match her with Liang Jishen. Did you discuss this with me?"
"How could I know she would choose Liang Chihui? And Ji Xilan repeatedly assured me that Liang Jishen would marry An Yi."
"She promised?" Fang Jingru sneered. "If Liang Jishen hadn't been so powerful and intimidated Liang Yanzhang, she wouldn't have been able to keep her position! Liang Yanzhang has long been tired of her. Don't you see? The third house is not a good destination. Ji Xilan is stupid and a time bomb!"
The car door opened and Fang Anyi sat in the back seat without saying a word.
Fang Jingru and his wife tacitly stopped arguing and stared at her.
"An Yi..."
"Mom, I'm fine." She turned her head and saw Liang Chihui's figure flash past the floor-to-ceiling window.
The private room in Zhuyuan, the kitchen just now.
Frame by frame, scene by scene.
Fang Anyi woke up as if from a dream.
The woman Liang Chihui likes is the drama actor, He Sang.
That farce that caused a sensation in the city was not groundless.
It's true.
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