Chapter 223 Surfaced
Liang Chihui leaned over to protect her, resisting most of the impact of the iron box. The dull "bang bang" sound hit bones and flesh, and the man's body swayed, and his lips turned pale from endurance.
The boxes on the second floor were packed tightly together. When one box fell, the surrounding boxes tilted and fell. The wine bottles stored at the bottom were crushed and exploded, and the wine sprayed out, soaking Liang Chihui's trousers. The smell of wine filled the cellar, and if he smelled it for a long time, he would feel dizzy and drunk.
"What a shame." The man stared at the broken bottle. "The 1990 Romanee-Conti tastes better than the 1977."
He Sang also stared at him.
In this strange and secluded environment, Liang Chihui looked calm and composed. He did not look like a helpless trapped person at all, but rather like a strategist, extremely relaxed and at ease.
She became suspicious again.
At the door of the finance office, the conversation between Mrs. Zhao and him did seem unfamiliar.
But at that time, Liang Chihui knew that she was there. What if she was acting on purpose?
This man is both scheming and open-minded. He seems to have countless faces, and it is hard to tell which one is real and which one is fake.
"Did you hit your head?"
He Sang came back to her senses and said, "No..." She tilted her head, and the furry hair on the back of her head rolled over the man's palm, and he withdrew his hand.
The button of Liang Chihui's shirt brushed against her forehead. She opened her eyelids and saw porcelain-like skin and bones, the only touch of color in the dark wine cellar.
"You're not hurt, are you?"
"A little skin broken."
It was hard to tell whether it was the smell of alcohol on his breath or the smell in the wine cellar, but it was becoming stronger and stronger, so intense that it was intoxicating.
She turned up the collar of her coat and blocked her nose.
Liang Chihui was tall and straight. His sight from top to bottom was He Sang's slightly wet little V-neck, which was faintly translucent. He turned his face slightly to the side.
His eyes fell on the closed mahogany door.
The wine cellar was well soundproofed. He had just passed by and there was no noise at all. However, he knew it was narrow, dark, and full of obstacles, which could easily trip her, so he came in specifically to look for her.
Fortunately, he came in.
So many boxes falling on his back from a height of five meters would cause him excruciating pain. After all, he had practiced martial arts, so it was difficult for him to bear the weight. If they fell on her, she would definitely have a broken bone.
He Sang moved around. There was a wall behind her and a mountain of metal boxes in front of her. They were stuck tightly in the small space. Liang Chihui leaned back, trying his best to create some space to avoid having his chest pressed against hers.
"Your arm..." He Sang felt pain in her lumbar spine. The man's right arm was around her waist, and the metal watch just pressed against a small part of her bone.
Liang Chihui pulled out his arm and said, "Untie it."
She untied the watch strap. "In your pocket?"
"Slam the door."
He Sang didn't move, staring at him. "The guild hall is Mrs. Zhao's territory. She went into the wine cellar to rescue us. If she tried to move the boxes, and there's no surveillance on this floor, my efforts would be in vain. I took her horn comb, and she hid the key in the comb. If the police retrieve the theater's surveillance, Ji Shen will be even more unable to prove his innocence."
Her eyes were alert, like a kitten with its fur standing on end, and she confronted him, "How do you know I'm looking for stolen goods?"
Liang Chihui smiled meaningfully, "Manager Cui is my man."
He Sang was stunned. "Your people?"
"You gave him 500,000, right?" The man lowered his eyes and returned his gaze to her face. "Without my tacit consent, did Miss He think he would dare to betray Mrs. Zhao and allow you to search him at will?"
Liang Chihui confessed that Manager Cui was one of their own and clarified that he had nothing to do with Mrs. Zhao.
"Why did you acquiesce?"
"Miss He suspected me, didn't she?" He smiled calmly. "I framed the third brother and then exposed myself. Am I too idle? Manager Cui told me that the stolen money that Mrs. Zhao used to bribe the third brother is in the Taining District Guild Hall, and the police have been dispatched. If the police find it first, the third brother will be in big trouble, so I came here."
He Sang said nothing.
The discord between the second and third houses was ultimately an internal conflict, but to the outside world they were all members of the Liang family. Liang Jing hated Yao Wenjie so much, but he never excluded Liang Chihui.
If they are honored, the family will be honored; if they are disgraced, the family will be disgraced.
It's a ship.
It is reasonable for Liang Chihui to be willing to make some money.
He was not doing it for Liang Jishen, but at least for the Liang family and the Liang Group.
He Sang's legs were numb from standing, and he felt thirsty and tired. The scratch on his shoulder was more serious than the one on his neck, and it felt hot and burning, like the tip of a sharp knife cutting him.
Liang Chihui frowned, "Remember to get a tetanus shot."
She argued, "It's a leather suitcase, not an iron one..."
"The edges are made of iron, and the leather won't scratch you." He seemed to understand something. "Are you afraid of injections?"
He Sang remained calm, "I'm not afraid."
Liang Chihui's voice was filled with laughter, clear and bright, "A fifteen-centimeter needle isn't very long. I don't think you'll be afraid."
She was horrified. "How can there be a 15-centimeter needle? The longest is only five or six centimeters."
"It's new," he explained seriously. "It's a long, thin needle. Miss He, you haven't been to the hospital for an injection in a while, right?"
He Sang didn't respond.
A layer of crimson appeared on Liang Chihui's collarbone, and her breath was just aimed at his chest. The quieter and more empty it was, the more clear-headed and focused all his senses became. Her breath was warm, blowing him back and forth, making him lose his balance and then lean forward again and again.
Suddenly, the door creaked and someone pushed it open. "Miss He, are you there?"
It’s Lao Yang.
Before she went upstairs, she made an agreement with Lao Yang that if there was no news within 40 minutes, Lao Yang would call the police and go into the guild hall.
What we are preparing for is unexpected situations.
"Uncle Yang, I'm here!"
The flashlights all lit up, led by Zhao Kai, followed closely by Manager Cui. The light swept over Liang Chihui, and he immediately rushed into the wine cellar.
Zhao Kai was also extremely anxious. He signaled his subordinates to move the boxes. "Did you bleed?"
"No..." He Sang stood on tiptoe and tried to climb onto the box.
Liang Chihui held her down, "Danger!"
He had been facing away from everyone, and now he revealed his face. Zhao Kai narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is Mr. Liang here too?"
Clearing a narrow passage, Manager Cui supported Liang Chihui and asked, "Are you okay?"
"No problem."
He fixed his eyes on He Sang and instructed Manager Cui, "Get some gauze and iodine and disinfect it first."
Mrs. Zhao, who rushed over after hearing the news, was horrified when she saw this scene. "You..."
He Sang picked up the phone from under the suitcase and pulled out the comb and key. "Mrs. Zhao gave me a yak horn comb as a gift at the opera house. The comb broke, and the inside is hollow, with this key embedded in it. An anonymous letter was sent today alleging that Liang Jishen, the general manager of Zhonghai Group, had taken bribes. It's clearly a trap! They're trying to ruin Liang Jishen's reputation. The stolen goods are in the wine cellar."
"Ms. He, you..." Mrs. Zhao had never expected that the truth would be revealed so quickly. Her face turned pale and she subconsciously looked at Liang Chihui.
Liang Chihui said nothing and ignored her.
Mrs. Zhao's face turned paler in an instant.
The subordinate took out a box with an "S" seal. Zhao Kai glanced at Mrs. Zhao and asked, "Is this the stolen goods you paid as bribes?"
She was shaking like a sieve.
"Mrs. Zhao, I will search the wine cellar thoroughly. Even if you confess now, I will still assume you are turning yourself in. Once the search begins, it will be too late for you to regret it."
Mrs. Zhao sat limply on the ground and said, "Yes."
"What is it?" Zhao Kai looked at her.
She gritted her teeth and said, "I staged this all myself... and falsely accused Mr. Liang of the stolen money."
"Did he offend you?" He Sang raged. "You played cards, ate, drank, and even stayed the night at the old house. The Liang family treated you like a VIP. Your husband was once just a business manager at a district branch, but it was the Liang family that made him who he is. Billions in loans and over a billion in deposits fueled your husband's brilliant career! President Zhao relied on the Liang family to rise step by step to the position of Vice President of the head office. Did the Liang family treat you and your family unfairly? Are you and your wife repaying kindness with hatred?"
Mrs. Zhao covered her face and said, "I didn't want to do this..."
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