Chapter 215 The Truth
He Sang entered the box and shook off the raindrops on her clothes. Liang Jishen took the towel handed to her by the manager, wrapped it around her head, and wiped it hard.
"My hair is messy..." She covered it with her hands.
"You'll catch a cold if you get caught in the rain!" He had a bad temper and a solemn expression. He Sang said nothing.
The towel was rubbed until the top of her head was fluffy, and then covered her forehead. Her eyes were sometimes exposed and sometimes covered. Liang Jishen laughed again and poked the tip of her nose with his fingertips, "Like a little wild cat with its fur standing on end."
"Isn't it a suckling pig?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Want to be a suckling pig? Grant you that."
He Sang grabbed the towel and threw it on the dining table. "Why is it a wild cat?"
"A domestic cat is obedient and won't run out on a rainy day."
On the way to the theater, Zhou Kun and his wife walked in front. Liang Jishen walked around the muddy potholes, stepped on the slightly cleaner bricks and stones, and slowed down his pace to accommodate He Sang.
There were many pear trees in the orchard, and when the wind blew, heavy rain fell from the leaves in all directions. She was wearing thin clothes, and her clothes were splashed with water. Her socks were also wet. It is a lifelong disease for women to have cold hands and feet. Liang Jishen opened the umbrella and half-knelt, "You hold the umbrella, I'll carry you."
She was not polite and jumped onto his back. Liang Jishen didn't expect her to play tricks on him and almost lost his balance. He quickly adjusted his posture to protect her.
"Revenge me?"
He Sang buried her head behind his neck. His hair was sharply cut, prickly and had a refreshing fragrance. She rubbed it back and forth, "How much do you weigh?"
"One hundred and fifty."
"You're so big, 150 pounds?"
Liang Jishen is a muscular man, with a hard, solid and powerful body. He does not look thin and has a perfect overall symmetry.
He Sang thought he weighed a lot.
The man held her buttocks with his palms and held them tightly.
She felt uncomfortable, so she put one arm around his neck and used the other to move his hand to her thigh.
Liang Jishen laughed, "Are you embarrassed?"
"In broad daylight..." He Sang paused. The courtyard was gloomy, and the streetlights shone dimly on the bluestone slabs. "It's dark, so be serious."
He laughed even louder and slapped her buttocks hard, making He Sang's tailbone numb.
"Third Aunt is so spoiled." Zhou Kun glanced sideways and whistled, "The distance from the box to the stage is less than 300 meters, and she still has to carry me?"
"That's the hobby of Third Uncle and Third Aunt." Hu Nongnong was unhappy, "I want you to carry me too!"
"Go to hell!" Zhou Kun dodged. "You eat so much every day that you've become as sturdy as a diamond arhat. How can I carry you?"
She stamped her feet and said, "You have kidney deficiency! Uncle San will definitely have no trouble carrying me."
"Uncle San won't carry you either!"
Hu Nongnong hit him. Zhou Kun's mouth reeked of soft-shelled turtle and garlic. He blew his breath at her, and she gagged. "You son of a bitch!"
They rushed out of the corridor one after another and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Kun's personality is typical of a young man from a large compound: outspoken, playful, and tactless. When he's having fun, he might do some dirty things sometimes, but he has a kind heart.
Liang Jing had basically never lived in the courtyard house on the second ring road. He had lived alone in Hebei Province since he was twelve years old. Liang Chihui studied finance at the age of sixteen and was part of the circle of second-generation academic elites. Since Ji Xilan was the current wife of the Liang family, Liang Jishen grew up in the hutong. He did not leave the compound until he was eighteen years old and went to college when the Liang family moved to their ancestral home in Hebei Province.
Liang Jishen is the most accomplished among that group of young men.
Fortunately, Zhou Kun did not get into trouble. The others were the only children in the family and were spoiled by their parents and became useless.
The entire pear garden was engulfed in heavy rain, and the cold rain and fog stretched as far as the eye could see.
There was water on the ground, and the leather shoes made a squeaking sound when they walked over it.
In the silent night, it seemed that only she and Liang Jishen were left in the world.
He Sang remembered the floods of last July. He had gone to the theater to pick her up after work, carrying her on his back like this, step by step down the stairs, wading through the water that was up to his waist. When the emergency services arrived, they wanted to relay her to higher ground, but he refused to let go and insisted on carrying her personally, fearing they would drop her and hurt her.
"Ji Shen."
"Um."
"You have a white hair."
"Pull it out."
He Sang couldn't bring himself to do it, "I'll bite it off."
"No." Liang Jishen shook her and said with disdain, "You're drooling on your hair."
She was in no mood to argue, so she leaned on his shoulder and said, "You should stop working overtime and staying up late, otherwise you'll have gray hair."
The man stepped over the stone threshold. The quaint theater was lit with lanterns and the auditorium was packed with people.
“When you get old, you have it.”
"You'll still look good when you're old."
The closer the lantern got, the clearer the shadows became, one large and one small overlapping. Liang Jishen put her down at the door and straightened his shirt. "You're toothless, and your skin is wrinkled. Does it look good?"
She stood under the bright red lantern, her face reflected as rosy as the clouds, and "Pan An is seen in the eyes of lovers."
Liang Jishen put his arm around her waist and said, "Tampering."
The gongs and drums in the first row of the auditorium were too loud, so Zhou Kun bought a seat in the middle section of the second row. Hu Nongnong sat to He Sang's right. Finally, she got the chance to talk about the progress. She asked directly, "Mrs. Zhou, has that matter come to a conclusion?"
"I'm investigating..." Hu Nongnong's words were evasive. "After all, it happened six years ago, and my father has quickly retired. I'm powerless. My third uncle reported to the provincial government, requesting the reopening of He Jinping's file, but Old Zhang disagreed. Overturning the case requires the emergence of new witnesses and physical evidence. No matter how powerful my third uncle is, he can't change the legal process."
She leaned in closer, lowering her voice. "There was a city-wide inspection this afternoon, and the province reprimanded Third Uncle. Thousands of police officers were deployed for nothing. The police are servants of the people, not retainers of the rich and powerful. You suspect He Jinping of wrongdoing. Go collect evidence. When there's evidence, higher-ups will take action. Third Uncle has repeatedly crossed the line for you. Abuse of power is a stain. If you do it again, you'll harm Third Uncle! Too many people dislike him and want to bring him down. He's innocent and self-disciplined, and he's made no mistakes. You're setting a trap for outsiders to plot against and attack him. Once you're involved, he loses his mind."
It was a bolt from the blue.
He Sang couldn't help shaking.
Cheng Xun told her that Huang Biao and Feng Zhikui had confessed to numerous crimes, including illegal land bidding, withholding migrant workers' pensions, tax evasion, disrupting market order, and maliciously suppressing and defaming their peers. The only crime they hadn't confessed to was assault. The tower collapse killed not only He Jinping but also two other colleagues. One of them, Team Leader Yan, was both He Jinping's colleague and neighbor. He Sang called him Uncle Yan, and Aunt Yan took good care of her, often making her lunch in elementary school.
After the accident, the He and Yan families were destroyed overnight.
He Sang dug out the truth, not only to seek justice for He Jinping, but also for Uncle Yan.
Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan are no different from family members.
"I believe you've found out. I understand that it's inconvenient for you to confess due to the power behind the scenes." She clenched her fists, her palms oozing with sweat. "Mrs. Zhou, please tell me the truth. Did my father die in an accident?"
Hu Nongnong gritted her teeth and said, "Probably not."
He Sang's blood seemed to freeze, and the cold air rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her unable to breathe. "Is it Liang Chihui..."
"no!"
That day at the theater, Hu Nongnong was indeed intimidated by Liang Chihui's aura. Although she was not sure how powerful he was and had not found out that he was the boss behind the scenes, she really did not want to intervene and cause trouble for the Hu and Zhou families.
However, she also has parents and close relatives. There are many doubts in He Jinping's case, and she can't bear to see He Sang, who lost his father at a young age.
Hu Nongnong decided to compromise and give a moderate answer. "Liang Chihui might be involved. As for the real backer, I haven't found any clues. Unless it's someone close to that backer, and they live together day and night, the backer can be on guard for a day, but not a year, right? Outsiders can't find out anything. You know Third Uncle's record. If he can't do anything, no one can. The backer has the ability to predict the future."
These words were like stabbing a knife in He Sang's heart.
Every cut cuts into the flesh, every cut draws blood, and the bones and tendons are removed.
Liang Jishen's identity is special, so she is not without concerns.
It is true that He Sang approached him in the beginning with the intention of overturning the verdict, but as an ordinary citizen, she had no idea that the powerful and wealthy could be helpless before she came into contact with the upper class.
If Liang Jishen uses his power and there is a result, everything can be negotiated. If there is no result, he will suffer.
Hu Nongnong was not trying to scare her. His duty was to protect the property of provincial enterprises, not to waste public resources.
A massive investigation was restarted, and the tracking and confrontation had to be carried out. Zhao Kai's police force had to run around for months, and all the cases on hand had to be postponed. Just because she was Liang Jishen's woman, did she enjoy any privileges?
Did she achieve her goal at the cost of sacrificing Liang Jishen's reputation for half his life?
Liang Jishen is the most respected disciple of Lao Zhang and Lao Jiang, and the pillar of the Zhonghai Group parachuted into the province. Is she going to drag down such a dazzling and bright man?
Zhou Kun dragged Hu Nongnong to the stage and introduced the actor who played Dong Yong. "He's a famous actor favored by the wife of the chairman of Zhang Group. It is said that Mrs. Zhang has always resented her husband for having an affair with Yao Wenji, and deliberately slapped him in the face in public. Being a male model would lower her status too much, so she started a scandal with a famous opera singer. After all, he is an artist."
"Is Madam Zhang crazy? Don't care about your reputation anymore."
Zhou Kun crossed his legs and said, "The Zhang family has long lost its reputation. It was ruined by Yao Wenji. Beauty is the root of all trouble."
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