Chapter 243 Unintentional Touch
He Sang remembered that Liang Jishen ordered Cheng Xun to investigate the two brothers on the construction site, but they moved out of the village overnight, abandoning their wives and children.
Obviously received the message in advance.
The person who leaked the information must be the mastermind behind the accident at the city wall tower.
If He Jinping's death was just an accident, why were the migrant workers hiding?
Guanghe Group has been in debt and has disappeared for six years. In February, it planned to go public for the second time using the empty shell of "Wanhe Group". It can be said that it is very well-connected and very bold.
Even if Liang Chihui had great skills, it would be impossible for him to hold up an entire group on his own. He owned Yunhai Tower, a bank, and also managed the Liang Group. Where did he get the energy and time?
In all likelihood, Liang Yanzhang and he each controlled a part of it.
The beam of the city wall tower fell and killed He Jinping. It is currently unknown who was the mastermind.
However, Liang Jishen must not interfere.
After all, he is in the Ming Dynasty.
Liang Yanzhang and Liang Chihui monitored his every move. As soon as he found any clues, disaster would strike immediately, ruining his reputation and future. He would be trapped and suppressed by false "charges".
He was buried in vain.
Moreover, they are now in opposition between good and evil. The evil side is on full alert, and Liang Jishen can no longer find any clues.
Years have passed, things have changed, the case files are incomplete, and the real evidence has sunk into the sea. The only way to dig out evidence is to infiltrate the core and board the ship.
Liang Yanzhang and Liang Chihui are very cautious people. To become their confidant, one must go through many tests. This is also the key to Guanghe Group's survival for many years.
Colleagues, opponents, not even an undercover agent can get in.
All secrets are locked inside the group and are airtight.
They are too shrewd and too vigilant.
He Sang felt her chest stop beating, her lungs shattered, and a stream of molten lava flowed out of her blood vessels, swallowing her in an instant.
There is no escape.
"Will people on the same ship be wary of each other?"
Hu Nongnong said, "Liang Chihui is widely recognized for his cunning and meticulous approach to his work. Liang Yanzhang trusts and values him greatly. Both the Liang Group and the Guanghe Group owe their success to Liang Chihui. Would you be wary of your right-hand man?"
He Sang tilted his head, "But Liang Chihui will be wary of Liang Yanzhang. If Liang Yanzhang is the culprit, Liang Chihui will collect and preserve physical evidence, and the Second House will be determined to retaliate against him."
Hu Nongnong woke up as if from a dream, "You want to get close to Liang Chihui?"
Liang Jishen and Zhou Kun swam three rounds in the swimming pool, then came ashore and walked towards this side.
He Sang's face was pale. Her skin was originally white, and now it was even whiter, and there was no trace of vitality in her.
His heart ached and he held her cold hand.
"What's wrong?"
She said nothing, but subconsciously held his hand.
The man gritted his teeth, suppressing his irritability, "Did you choke on water?"
He Sang shook his head.
Hu Nongnong was feeling guilty, "Nothing..."
Liang Jishen was impatient, "What happened to her?"
His violent temper is actually not scary. When it flares up, it leaves room for maneuver. The calmer the situation is, the more intimidating and terrifying it is.
I don't know how much intense anger is bubbling beneath the calm surface.
Hu Nongnong couldn't help but shiver, "Third Aunt..."
"I'm not feeling well," He Sang said. "I got cramps from kicking my legs in the water."
Liang Jishen's expression softened considerably. "Going home?"
She nodded.
After coming out of the swimming pool and getting in the car, Liang Jishen held her between his legs and stroked her face. "You don't like learning to swim, so I won't teach you anymore. Be happy."
He Sang looked at him, as if he was a lost lamb caught in a big net, worthy of pity.
"I'm just teasing you. Next time if you don't want to do anything, I won't force you, okay?"
Her eyes were red, "No..."
"What's that?" Liang Jishen pouted her cheeks, making them pointed. "Your face is drooping. Are you angry?"
She lowered her eyelids, and the man bent his legs to hold her up, his trousers being rubbed into wrinkles by her buttocks.
"If you don't investigate Guanghe Group, Mrs. Zhao won't harm you, and the suppliers won't cheat you. It's Director Liang who doesn't want you to investigate, setting a trap to hinder you and teach you a lesson. If you continue investigating, his tricks to torment you will become more and more ruthless, right?"
Liang Jishen narrowed his eyes and stared at her without saying a word.
"Li Zhen once told me that the most compassionate people in this world are ordinary people. Fathers love their sons, sons are filial to their mothers, and couples stay together until old age. Without power or influence, human nature is kind, but once they become rich and powerful, human nature changes. Many prominent families fight and kill each other, competing and scheming, family affection fades, and couples become alienated."
He Sang's heart kept falling and collapsing. "Especially the Liang family, three wives, three sons. Some are fighting for the family property, some for hatred. They have been entangled in grievances for a lifetime."
"He Sang." Liang Jishen called her in a hoarse voice.
"Listen to me." She spoke with tears in her eyes, emphasizing each word. "I want you to know that I'm not plotting against you. I'm not alienated from you. I'm sincere in my feelings."
Liang Jishen was amused by her and nodded.
He Sang laughed and cried, and a bubble of snot came out of his nose.
The man pointed at her nose and said, "You do it again."
"I couldn't help it..."
"Wipe it yourself."
She wiped it off with the back of her hand, leaving a wet, transparent line of water on her cheekbones.
Liang Jishen had a grim expression.
"You despise me." He Sang hugged him tightly and cried silently, not wanting to show him her appearance.
"I don't mind." She had a sweet and lingering body odor, and Liang Jishen hugged her, "I'll let you wipe my snot."
He Sang buried his head in his shoulder, laughing and crying tremblingly.
The car drove into the old house. The living room was empty. Old Zheng greeted them at the entrance. "Director Liang had a relapse of high blood pressure at noon and passed out in the study."
Liang Jishen glanced calmly at the second floor and asked, "Has the doctor been here?"
"Intravenous drip in the master bedroom."
He took off his coat. "Is it that serious?"
Old Zheng said, "Not really. It was Madam Ji who was worried about Director Liang and asked for a transfusion."
In the master bedroom, Yao Wenjie and Ji Xilan stood by the bed, one wiping tears and the other talking calmly to the doctor. Liang Chihui was contacting the medical team in the United States to discuss chartering a flight.
He walked towards the door while talking on the phone. When they passed each other, Liang Jishen nodded. He also nodded. His eyes passed by He Sang, paused for a second, and then looked away.
Liang Jishen walked towards Ji Xilan who was crying bitterly. He Sang squatted down and picked up something from the blanket: a brown leather buckle with the Bentley Mulsanne logo.
It's Liang Chihui's car key.
She held it in her palm.
While the room was in chaos, he quietly left.
It just so happened that Liang Chihui hadn't left yet and was at the bottom of the stairs at the corner.
"Second brother."
The man stopped and turned sideways.
She was on the stairs, shaking the leather buckle, "You dropped your car keys."
The afternoon sun shone through the window and slanted down onto the stairs. Liang Chihui's shadow was extremely long, as if coated with a layer of warm light, a mixture of light and darkness that highlighted his elegance and grace.
It also hides an inextricable darkness, deep.
From his most secret bones and blood.
"Why don't you ask the servant to deliver it?"
Sister Fang and Sister Rong were both serving in the master bedroom.
She walked down the stairs and stood just a few feet away from him. "It's the same for me to deliver it as it is for them to deliver it. I just need to deliver it to Second Brother."
Liang Chihui faced the light, his face clear and bright, his sharp eyes unfathomable, as if to pierce through her, reach her soul, and discern her intentions.
He Sang smiled, impeccable, "Second brother?"
He came to his senses, reached out and grabbed the key.
Inadvertently, their fingertips touched.
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