Chapter 197 Entering Her Room by Mistakenly
"I didn't hug him!" He Sang was worried that he might misunderstand. "I was frying tortillas in the kitchen. He didn't stay long. He went out with Miss Fang."
Liang Jishen said nothing and put the button back into his pocket.
She moved closer, her breath fanning his jaw, "Is Mr. Liang jealous?"
"Mrs. Liang is so charming, and men are thinking about you." Liang Jishen pinched her face. She was a little fatter now, and her face felt soft and smooth, unlike when she was at her thinnest, when he pinched her cheekbones.
He Sang grasped his wrist and rubbed his palm. The lines on his wrist were rough and the calluses were thick. Years of holding a pen, flipping through documents, and various physical training had worn him down. "Second brother is not that kind of person."
"You know him well."
Liang Jishen's face and voice were cold. He pulled his hand back, turned around and left.
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Liang Yanzhang didn't get home until nine o'clock. Liang Chihui accompanied Yao Wenjie to dine on the third floor. Ji Xilan made an appointment with President Zhao's wife to play mahjong. The dinner table was quite deserted, with only three people.
He Sang always felt uncomfortable when facing Liang Yanzhang, and Liang Yanzhang felt uncomfortable too.
Although the little flame died out before that episode could develop, it was still awkward. Liang Yanzhang was obviously avoiding being in the same place, but Liang Jishen and He Sang had been living in the old house and cultivating a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship with Ji Xilan, so he had no choice but to avoid it.
The atmosphere is as weird as it can be.
"Mr. Liang, I want to ask you a favor." Liang Yanzhang poured a glass of wine and handed it to him.
He glanced at the wine, then at Liang Yanzhang, "Is this business?"
"yes."
"Don't engage in drinking culture." Liang Jishen put on airs and brushed away the wine glass. "If it doesn't comply with the rules, it's useless to lie down and toast."
Liang Yanzhang suppressed his anger and asked, "Are you going to approve the land in Dongcheng?"
"That piece of land in the district center?" Liang Jishen discussed business matters while putting food into He Sang's bowl. "What project is Director Liang planning?"
"Retirement apartments, health clubs."
"Building retirement apartments in a place where every inch of land is valuable, do I look like a fool or is Mr. Liang the fool?" He leaned in the chair, holding a toothpick in his mouth. He arched his tongue and the toothpick moved. He seemed casual, but in fact he had the spirit of a veteran and steady as a rock.
"Whether the land is worth 100 million or 200 million, I'll pay for it in full." Liang Yanzhang was irritated. "You still care about what I do? You're too nosy."
He Sang swallowed dryly and glanced at the medicinal food in front of Liang Yanzhang. He drank a bowl, and Yao Wenjie scooped half of the pot, leaving only the soup base. She wanted to drink it, but the dining table was too big, so she had to stand on tiptoe and bend over... indecent.
While she was hesitating whether to drink it or not, Liang Jishen pushed the whole pot to her.
He Sang raised his eyelids. The man's face was clear and cool, like the first rain in spring, so plain and tasteless, without any ripples.
Indescribable tenderness and care.
She buried her head and drank it spoonful by spoonful.
"There were eight companies competing for that piece of land at the same time." Liang Jishen looked at him. "After the provincial government assessed their qualifications, they eliminated four companies. The Liang Group, which successfully advanced, is at the bottom."
"Which three families have better qualifications than the Liang family?"
Liang Yanzhang simply couldn't believe it. The four great families had gone from prosperity to decline, with only the Liang family remaining standing. Their wealth was immense. If there truly was someone superior to the Liang family, they would have already stirred up trouble in Ji Province. How could no one have known about it?
"I admit that I was confused in February." He glanced at He Sang and then looked directly at Liang Jishen. The latter was indifferent, and his black clothes and black pants made him look even more emotionless and cold.
"It was Xilan's idea to adopt a goddaughter."
"Did your mother force you to give her the jewelry?"
Liang Yanzhang remembered that after watching a play in the theater, he went backstage to give He Sang some jewelry, which belonged to Weng Qiong.
If a man gives his first wife’s jewelry to another woman, it means he has bad intentions.
"Third brother, Xi Lan is against your marriage, but I am in favor of it." Liang Yanzhang tried to smooth things over with kind words. "The Liang Group needs this piece of land. As for what project it will be invested in, I guarantee it will be a legitimate business. Liang Jing has also returned to China. I know your brothers' identities very well. There's no reason for me to run into trouble."
Liang Jishen didn't agree or argue. He quickly finished his meal, put down his chopsticks, and said to He Sang, "Go upstairs."
He Sang immediately followed him to the second floor. He walked into the north bedroom and asked, "Are you sleeping in the guest room?"
She understood that he was still angry.
A button wouldn't fall off for no reason unless it was rubbed off by intense physical contact. He and Liang Chihui were alone together, so he had reason to be suspicious.
He Sang was also wondering why Liang Chihui's button was left on the table of the disinfection cabinet.
She looked up and asked, "Is Mrs. Liang staying overnight at the club?"
The man hummed calmly, "Play cards, sweat steam, recuperate." He paused, "Do you want to go?"
"I'm not interested... I'm afraid the tortillas will get cold and I'll have to fry them again tomorrow."
"Teach Sister Fang how to fry, and go to the kitchen less often in the future."
He Sang pursed his lips.
Liang Jishen frowned slightly. His original intention was not to let her work hard and he hoped that she could rest comfortably. However, at this critical moment, his words were indeed sensitive.
He added, "If you get burned again, your skin will be scarred, which will be even uglier."
He Sang hesitated for a while and said, "Then I'll go back to the guest room."
"Go to bed early." Liang Jishen took off his shirt and trousers, and soon the sound of running water was heard in the bathroom.
The man didn't give her any excuse, and He Sang was too embarrassed to enter the house without permission. She washed up in the bathroom on the first floor and went straight to the guest room.
Liang Jing's car drove into the basement at one o'clock in the morning.
The driver's daughter ranked among the top three in the art exam of Communication University of China. She was having a wedding banquet in her hometown in Shandong and took a leave of absence, so he drove the car himself.
After finishing his work in the general office, Lao Zhang called him and asked if he had any movement.
Liang Jing unbuckled his seatbelt and asked, "What's going on?"
"Lao Jiang's sister, the assistant teacher at the military academy, do you remember her?"
"I don't remember." Liang Jing got out of the car. "How old is Lao Jiang?"
"Sixty-two years old."
"My mother's sixtieth anniversary, who is older, his sister or my mother?"
Old Zhang couldn't help laughing. "Lao Jiang's mother had a daughter in her old age, and his sister is thirty-six! What do you think of this as a twilight romance? Can an old woman introduce you to someone?"
"Don't introduce the little girl. Accept the kindness. I don't like to take care of everything."
Lao Zhang also knew Liang Jing's personality, but since Lao Jiang's sister was interested in him, he had to act as a middleman and go through the motions to give an explanation to Lao Jiang.
Furthermore, the province really sympathized with him and he devoted himself to his work. The old cases accumulated by the city and district all flooded into his office, and there were hundreds of anonymous letters of complaint. The people believed in him and relied on him. He had a strong sense of mission and worked almost around the clock, which delayed his personal affairs.
"Ji Shen is getting married, and you, the eldest brother, are still single."
Liang Jing chuckled, "Let's wait for fate."
"Want to bet? You're the last one in the Liang family to get married."
"We both bet the same."
The moment he stepped into the entrance hall, Liang Jing looked at the fountain pool in the corner of the courtyard. He was tall, and the round moon was swaying at the bottom of the pool. The wind, trees and misty clouds filled the night. He hung up the phone without disturbing anyone and went upstairs.
Liang Yanzhang and Ji Xilan slept in the master bedroom, while he occupied the second. Liang Chihui's room was several square meters larger than Liang Jishen's. This wasn't unique to the Liang family; all four major clans followed suit. From eldest son to youngest, from first wife to second wife, the divisions were strict. This was especially true for those whose rise to power was ignominious, or whose current wife was a concubine, leaving their children completely powerless. They received seven-figure annual allowances and were denied any role in family management. The wealthy families of the 1950s and 1960s prioritized a peaceful home.
But Liang Jing felt it was unnecessary.
Too feudal.
A man marries a wife for life, and stays with her through birth, old age, sickness, death, wealth, poverty, and disaster. She is his wife in life and in death. Why would he want to continue his relationship? Can't he sleep without a woman?
He pushed the door absentmindedly; the bed was gone, the ceiling of the chandelier was torn off, and half of the second bedroom was covered by a dust cover.
There is a smell of paint.
Under renovation.
Liang Jing walked towards the guest room at the end of the corridor. As soon as he entered, his eyes were fixed on the center of the bed. A person was lying on it, with a narrow bulge in the quilt.
He hadn't heard of any guests staying overnight. He figured the third brother had been promoted, and the head of China Overseas Group was required to be accompanied by four security personnel when traveling. Perhaps one of the bodyguards was sleeping here. He walked lightly and turned on the bedside lamp.
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