Chapter 248 Flirtatious
"I open the windows every day. There's dust on the wooden shelves and sofas. I'll clean them."
"You don't have to do that." He raised his voice and called to Sister Fang, "Please come downstairs."
Sister Fang burned incense for Weng Qiong in the ancestral hall in the attic. The old house burned incense three times a day without interruption for 37 years. Liang Yanzhang's superficial efforts to commemorate his first wife were quite beautiful.
You could say he was loyal, as he married three wives and was so obsessed with Yao Wenjie that even after his second marriage he kept a woman who looked very similar to Weng Qiong in his mansion on Liulin Road. Yao Wenjie was not jealous at all and was happy to have a woman serving him outside. Later, Liang Yanzhang felt bored and sent that woman away, concentrating on pleasing Yao Wenjie. You could say he was ruthless, as he looked for "little Weng Qiong" everywhere and often dug out Weng Qiong's belongings to remind him of her, even if it was just a show. He was so devoted to her all his life that he even deceived himself.
Sister Fang hurried downstairs and snatched the cleaning cloth from He Sang. "Miss He insisted on working and refused to eat free meals in the old house. I couldn't stop her."
"Go feed the fish in the yard." Liang Jing walked towards the cloakroom and teased her, "You're doing some work."
He Sang smoothed out the sofa cushions. "I fed and brushed the parrot."
"What are you brushing?"
"The feathers on the parrot's wings were sticking up. I cut them short and then used a brush with water to soften them."
This was the first time Liang Jing had heard of a parrot needing a haircut, but the girl was diligent, so even if she drowned the parrot, her merits outweighed her faults. Logically, she was half the mistress of the Liang family. Any other girl would have put on airs and started ordering people around, but she was humble and polite, never relying on the third brother to bully others. Everyone in the old house spoke highly of her, especially Sister Fang. He Sang always addressed her as Aunt Fang, politely and respectfully, and Sister Fang loved her very much.
Liang Jing picked out a set of white casual clothes, half-closed the door, and his voice drifted out, "What did you use to brush it?"
"toothbrush."
"Where's the toothbrush?"
"From the guest bathroom. I asked Sister Rong, and that toothbrush has no owner."
Liang Jing fastened the zipper with one hand and opened the door with the other. "Blue?"
"Yeah." He Sang looked at him. "There are electric toothbrushes on the washstand. I'm afraid the parrot will be electrocuted, so I happened to have a normal one."
"Electrocute a parrot?" Liang Jing was shocked.
His calm face rarely showed an uneasy expression, but He Sang's eyes were clear and innocent, misty. He swallowed the last half of his words and said, "I'll go back to the study first."
The blue toothbrush was his. He was not used to using an electric one and was used to using a manual one. That day, the third brother asked him to go back to the old house. It happened that He Sang slept in the wrong room. The private bathroom was filled with the girl's supplies, and she forgot to collect them when she left. He felt that sharing was inappropriate, so he did not step in and went to the guest bathroom to wash up in the morning.
After using the toothbrush, he casually put it on the metal rack. Sister Fang has always been the one taking care of him in the old house, and Sister Rong doesn't interfere much, so it's normal that she doesn't recognize his belongings.
Fortunately, he has not come back to live here yet, otherwise I would have a mouth full of hair to clean.
Liang Jing found it really funny. What was going on in this girl's mind? The third brother actually got along well with her.
The front door opened at this time, letting in a gust of damp wind.
Liang Chihui stepped in.
He was at a banquet at Yunhai Tower last night. It was a place of extravagance and decadence, so naturally he dressed up in a flashy way. He had fair skin, sprayed perfume, combed his hair, and was thin. A slicked-back nobleman looked even more handsome and elegant.
He Sang said, "Second brother."
Liang Chihui glanced at her, then glanced past her and behind her, "Big brother is here too."
Liang Jing disliked his dissolute and arrogant look and did not say anything.
He was not annoyed, but calmly took the cup of water handed to him by He Sang, "Where's the third brother?"
"I went to the provinces."
As they got closer, Liang Chihui's breath was thick with the smell of alcohol. His eyes were blurry and he didn't seem to be sober. "You didn't follow?"
"There's a performance in Hebei Province."
"Which day?"
He staggered, and He Sang subconsciously supported him, "This afternoon and tomorrow."
The man smiled, a different kind of smile than usual, probably because he was drunk. A hint of ambiguity and teasing were intertwined in his expression, "Do you have a car?"
He Sang made sure he was standing firmly and let go of his hand. "There is a car, but it's not parked at the old house."
Liang Chihui smiled intriguingly, turned around and told the driver, "Take her home when you have time."
The driver held a long black umbrella in his left hand, water dripping from the brim, and agreed, "Yes."
He Sang stood on tiptoe and looked out the door. "Is it raining?"
"Light rain." The driver held up his umbrella at the entrance. "The forecast said it would be sunny, but suddenly a cloud appeared."
Liang Chihui bent down, cleaned the water droplets on the surface of his leather shoes, and went straight upstairs.
He didn't stay in the master bedroom for long. Liang Yanzhang had spent a lot of energy talking with Liang Jing, so he didn't have the energy to say much to him. He just told him to manage the company well.
Liang Chihui waited until he finished hanging the medicine and fell asleep, then pushed open Yao Wenjie's door.
"You did it?"
Yao Wenji was in a good mood and sat at the dressing table putting on makeup. "What did I do?"
"Why are you pretending to be stupid?" Liang Chihui locked the door. "Father's old illness has relapsed. It's definitely the blood pressure medication that's causing the problem."
"Something went wrong with the medicine?" She said with a serious expression, "Second brother, call the police. This is a big deal."
Liang Chihui stared at her for a long while, then suddenly laughed, "If you were He Sang's mother-in-law, the relationship would definitely be harmonious. She's a good actress, and you're not inferior to her."
Yao Wenji selected clothes one by one from the wardrobe and said, "Walls have ears, so stop doubting me."
"You also know that Sister Fang is Liang Jing's ear. Liang Jing thinks the Second House is an eyesore and is looking for opportunities to take revenge. And you took the initiative to run into his trap."
Liang Chihui took out his cigarette case and was about to smoke when Yao Wenji yelled, "Put it away!"
Without a word, he stuffed it back into the box and threw it on the tea table.
"The doctor warned you to quit smoking. Your lungs are not good. There is a nodule. Are you deaf?"
Liang Chihui fiddled with the lighter lid without saying a word.
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