Chapter 231 I Love You
Ji Xilan didn't take it seriously at all. "I am the legitimate Madam Liang. What do I have to worry about? Yao Wenji wants to regain the throne and seize the family property, but in terms of business ability, you are not inferior to the second brother. Besides, Liang Jing has a deep hatred for her, and she will not get what she wants."
Liang Jishen was completely irritated and laughed. "If Yao Wenji cared about her status as Madam Liang, would she have cheated? She was clearly forcing my father to divorce. Why would I fight for the status I didn't want thirty years ago thirty years later?"
"When she was young, she was restless and unwilling to live an honest life. Now that she is old, alone and without support, she longs for a family. After all, she and Yanzhang have a son. Yanzhang is also old and has let go of their grudges. She just made a move." Ji Xilan carried her bag and changed her shoes in the entrance hall. "Yanzhang chose to remarry her, so he wanted half of my property. Men are the most shrewd. He would rather make do with what he has than spend real money."
Liang Jishen sat there with his legs spread apart, shaking his head helplessly, "Give you half of the family fortune? The Liang Group's accounts have been emptied, but I can give you half of the debt."
Ji Xilan completely ignored him and called President Zhao as she walked out to agree on where to pay back the money.
The door slammed shut, and Liang Jishen covered his forehead with his fists to calm his anger.
Ji Xilan was the longest serving wife of the three wives of the Liang family. She lived during the heyday of the Liang Group, and enjoyed a life of glory and glory. She became arrogant and looked down on others.
Those ladies' husbands' families were not as prominent as the Liang family, so they naturally tried to curry favor with her, but secretly disliked her.
As for Yao Wenji, despite her dishonorable divorce and her loss of power and influence, she remained silent and never betrayed Liang Yanzhang. She publicly claimed she had made a mistake out of ignorance and felt sorry for her husband and son, saving some face for the Liang family. Furthermore, she gave up custody of Liang Chihui, and Liang Yanzhang compensated her with a hefty breakup fee. The wealthy wives were initially wary of her, fearing she might hook up with their husbands, but she proactively avoided any suspicion. When her husband coveted her beauty, she simply refused, without further ado.
Gradually, the wealthy wives also changed their views.
On the surface, it is not easy to offend Ji Xilan and isolate Yao Wenjie. Privately, Yao Wenjie is a good person and generous, and has better popularity than her.
The "wives group" headed by Mrs. Zhao accompanied Ji Xilan in enjoying various pleasures and ended up in debt. Liang Jishen filled the holes for her for five or six years in a row, and the board of directors of the Liang Group was extremely dissatisfied.
Among them, it was the work of Yao Wenji.
Fortunately, Liang Jishen was strong enough to handle the situation, so Yao Wenjie didn't dare to use too much force to avoid a fallout.
The man opened his eyes at this time, and saw a small black head with a furry head resting on his chest. He forced himself to be alert and asked, "What's wrong?"
He Sang looked up and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Liang Jishen understood what she meant, "Aren't you here?"
"A lover is a lover, and family members are family members. They are irreplaceable." He Sang hugged him. "Mrs. Liang doesn't care about your situation. She only asks for money, just like my mother."
Her eyes were red and her little face was smiling as she comforted him, and he couldn't help but laugh.
"Mrs. Zhao falsely accused you of taking bribes. Was it Director Liang who instructed her to do so?"
Liang Jishen's smile faded and he said nothing.
"So when Mr. Qiu's company got into trouble, was it also Director Liang who was involved?"
"No." The jar on the balcony splashed with water, and a golden-orange fish tail flashed by. He said calmly, "Lao Liang's attack was not that cruel."
He Sang's heart was on fire. "Is it my second brother..."
Liang Jishen stopped talking again.
A bitter taste emerged at the bottom of her tongue, astringent, as if she had swallowed a piece of Coptis chinensis.
Climbing up, she laid on his chin, “My dad loves me very much, but neither Mr. Liang nor Mrs. Liang loves you. I love you.”
Liang Jishen raised his eyebrows and stared at He Sang.
She meant it sincerely, her eyes couldn't deceive.
Pure without impurities, you can see through it at a glance.
In fact, the moment He Sang appeared last night, it was like a raging fire that burned him.
Liang Ji knew her well. She was not a woman who cared only about money and not about love. He firmly believed that she would wait. When he finished his work and returned home, the lights would be on. She would be warm and welcoming him at the entrance after taking a shower.
Maybe she would cry, scold him for being careless, scold him for not sending any news. Maybe she would laugh, tell him that everything was over, that everything was safe, and that the loss didn't matter.
Just a few words soothed the adversity and hardships he had endured for many days.
The only thing Liang Jishen didn't expect was that she was willing to get involved in this storm and leave no way out for herself.
But the ones who created the turmoil were his own flesh and blood relatives.
After a long while, he turned his head away and smiled, then hugged He Sang and buried his face in her neck.
A barely perceptible wetness seeped into her skin and spread out, and she froze.
"Liang Jishen."
"Hmm." A hoarse, heavy voice.
"You have a runny nose."
He chuckled, "Yeah."
"dirty."
"fart."
He Sang hid, "Are you hungry?"
"Not hungry."
"I'm hungry."
Only then did Liang Jishen let go of his hand.
He Sang suddenly held his face. He had always had an aging-resistant look. In his twenties, he was more mature than his peers. After reaching his forties, he was no different from those in their thirties.
He was tired. In just two days and two nights, his brows were already wrinkled.
He Sang stared intently, "They don't match."
Liang Jishen looked at her disdainfully, "Who is unsuitable for her?"
"Not worthy of anyone."
"It's just right for you."
He Sang smiled and lay in his arms.
......
The next morning, Mr. and Mrs. Qiu came back from the hospital. They had acute gastroenteritis and had to receive intravenous drips and take medicine. They had been in such a state all night. The police car was parked in the yard. Mrs. Qiu helped Mr. Qiu get out of the car. The second car was for Gu Jianghai and Cheng Xun.
Yesterday at noon, Liang Chihui had just left, and Liang Jishen immediately instructed Cheng Xun to retrieve the bank card transaction details, requiring the police to intervene. Gu Jianghai and his superiors reported to the authorities and completed the investigation at the Chang'an District branch.
What a coincidence, the account was opened in this city and the transaction flow is in this city.
The account opening date is mid-February.
That month, Feng Zhikui's "Vanhe Group" applied for listing.
Cheng Xun said, "After Liang Chihui opened the account, he never used it once. Until the day before yesterday, a total of 150 million yuan was remitted in 14 transactions. The remittance account was not the Liang Group or Yunhai Building, but an underground bank in the western suburbs."
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