Chapter 250: Pampering a girl like this
The roads were slippery on a rainy day, and the city center was jammed with traffic. A black Land Rover rear-ended Liang Chihui's Bentley. The other driver was arrogant, rolled down the window, and yelled, "Keep driving, idiot! The light wasn't red, why did you brake so suddenly?"
The tire ran into a pothole, and the upturned manhole cover shook violently. He Sang leaned forward, and his upper body hit the back of the driver's seat hard, causing pain in his collarbone.
The Land Rover had great inertia and kept sliding, causing the Bentley to shake. Liang Chihui was quick to grab her and pull her back into his arms, avoiding a second injury.
"Is it serious?"
He Sang calmed down and said, "It's not serious."
Liang Chihui lowered his eyes and looked at her, but did not let go.
The driver of the Land Rover was a skilled driver and squeezed in by sticking to the body of the Bentley. The man in the back seat was a director of the Zhang Group. He was a sworn enemy of Mr. Wang, who had defected to Liang Chihui, and was also hostile to Liang Chihui. He had exaggerated and maliciously spread the old story of Yao Wenji in order to curry favor with the only young master, Zhang Chengye.
Enemies often meet on a narrow road, and his heart skipped a beat.
It was his driver who did not obey traffic rules, so Liang Chihui's driver cannot be blamed.
"So it's Mr. Liang, the Second Master." He smiled apologetically, "The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and my family—"
"Am I familiar with Mr. Yu?" Liang Chihui didn't buy it.
Director Yu was embarrassed. "My driver didn't recognize the Second Young Master's license plate. It was an unintentional mistake."
Liang Chihui sneered and signaled the driver to contact the Traffic Management Bureau, "Guangping Street, Land Rover, license plate Ji A, tail number 668, rear-ended my car, full responsibility, you handle it."
Director Yu was annoyed. "Second Master Liang, I'll compensate you. We're all in the same business, so why make such a big deal out of it? I was taking a client to a social event today, and you delayed my work. Who's going to compensate the Zhang Group for its losses?"
"We could have discussed this." Liang Chihui raised her hand to protect He Sang, not revealing her true face. "Your driver's mouth is really dirty. He scared the woman in my car. There's no room for negotiation between us."
Director Yu stretched out his neck and tilted his head to look at He Sang. Apart from her beautiful hair, Liang Chihui's big hands covered her face tightly, making it impossible to see anything about her.
It's quite mysterious.
Liang Chihui was generous to women. According to them, they had a pleasant time with him. He would give money when asked for it and introduce them to the world. However, he was not very sympathetic to women. He did not care about them and was not considerate. He would never tolerate a woman's coquettishness or crying. He would even get annoyed and find another one.
It's rare to see a girl so spoiled.
At a nearby intersection, Liang Jing's Hongqi L5 was also stuck in traffic.
It's the direction to the People's Hospital.
Old Yang watched this scene and said, "Secretary Liang, shall we go over there?"
Liang Jing said nothing, his gaze fixed.
After a long while, he ordered, "Don't worry about it."
Old Yang honked his horn, turned around, took a detour, and drove towards Southeast Avenue.
"The Second Young Master knows his limits. Miss He is his future sister-in-law, so don't worry."
Liang Jing squinted and looked out the window. After a moment, he dialed Liang Jishen's number.
It’s Cheng Xun.
"Where's the third brother?"
"Mr. Liang and Director Gu are checking the bank's surveillance footage. The supplier has 170 million in their account. I'm sure they'll withdraw the money," Cheng Xun asked. "Anything I can do for you?"
"Call him."
Cheng Xun walked into the manager's office and handed the phone to Liang Jishen, "It's Secretary Liang."
Liang Jishen took it and pushed the door open to go out.
"Why didn't He Sang go back to the province with you?"
Liang Jishen was stunned by Liang Jing's incoherent words.
"Her troupe has an important performance."
"Have you asked the second brother to take care of her?"
Liang Jishen paused, staring at the shadow on the tiles, and ripples suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"What happened to my second brother?"
"He Sang took his car to the theater."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
Liang Jing was an outsider, so he didn't want to get too involved. However, he knew the character of the second brother. He had always been a playboy, and regardless of whether it was true or false, he had at least 20 or 30 romantic affairs. Since He Sang was interacting with the second brother, he had to inform the third brother.
"I understand." Liang Jishen hung up.
Gu Jianghai went to the business hall to look for him and saw him standing in the corner with a bad look on his face. "Ji Shen, are you feeling unwell?"
He didn't respond for a long time.
Gu Jianghai patted him on the shoulder. "This kind of carefully planned economic case is the most difficult to investigate. The suspects have a hiding place and are protected by an employer behind the scenes. They pose no threat to the public, so we can't gather any clues. Your identity is special, and you're suppressing information. The situation is favorable to them, making it difficult for the police to catch them."
Liang Jishen rubbed his forehead, feeling very worried, but not about the case, but about something else.
"Our old leader is 57 years old, always carrying a quick-acting heart pill in his pocket. He's considering retiring, and there's no successor!" Gu Jianghai sighed. "You guys in Hebei Province are too blood-sucking. We trained a group of backbones, and you seconded them. If you didn't return them when the deadline came, you sent a group of interns down here, and we're responsible for training them. Our police force is weaker than yours. If this case happened in Hebei Province, Director Zhao's efficiency in solving it would definitely be higher."
"Thank you for your help." Liang Jishen also patted his shoulder, "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."
Coming out of the bank, he leaned against the front of the car and lit a cigarette.
It was probably because he was not concentrating. He was clearly an old smoker with a smoking history of ten years, but he choked on his lungs and started coughing.
Liang Jishen suddenly lost the mood to smoke, so he put out the cigarette. The ashes fell to the ground and were blown away by the wind.
He stared for a moment, then fumbled for his phone.
He Sang was changing his costume in the dressing room at that time, and Liang Chihui was sitting in the outer dressing room. Several extras greeted him and hurried onto the stage. The backstage became quiet, and the vibration of her cell phone became clearer and clearer.
Liang Chihui picked up his phone. The words "Mr. Liang" flashed on the screen. He rubbed it thoughtfully, walked to the locker room door and knocked twice.
"who?"
"I."
He Sang subconsciously gripped the door lock, "Second brother, what's the matter?"
"It's the third brother's call."
She breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door a crack, took her cell phone, and instinctively locked the door again.
The sun was shining brightly in the province. Liang Jishen was only wearing a white shirt and gray linen trousers. His chest was sweating. When he heard her voice, he calmed down a little.
"Where?"
"theater."
"You went there by yourself?"
He Sang spoke frankly, "My second brother gave it to me. Aunt Yao also wants to see my play this afternoon."
Liang Jishen laughed, "Finish the show tonight?"
"It ends at 7:30."
"Father is in the hospital, and Mother and Aunt Yao are taking turns caring for him. You're staying at the old house by yourself. If you need anything, please find Sister Rong."
"I want to live in our own house, not the old house." Her voice was so soft that it flowed into Liang Jishen's heart and also melted his restlessness.
"I'll be back to accompany you soon after I finish my work here."
"Ji Shen! There are no clues, let's retreat." Gu Jianghai called him beside the police car.
Liang Jishen coaxed He Sang a few more words and followed Gu Jianghai into the police car.
She held her phone, took a deep breath, forced back the soreness in her eyes, and after calming down, she walked out of the locker room.
"Brother, what do you want to drink?"
Liang Chihui was looking through the latest stills. There were few photos of He Sang, as she hadn't performed as much as last year, but the four or five that were there were well-taken. "Just casual."
He Sang stood with his back to him, tiptoed, and fished out canned fruit from the shelf. "There's no water backstage. Drink some canned juice to quench your thirst. Bayberry is sour, and strawberry is sweet. Which one do you want?"
Liang Chihui closed the photo album and glanced at her. She looked delicate in the goose yellow background, the jacket with small white flowers, and the old Beijing embroidered shoes. She looked innocent and simple, yet subtly interesting.
Most girls can't pull off this look, but she has quite a bit of charm about her.
Especially the black pigtails hanging down from her shoulders, thick and shiny, made her face as pretty as snow and her eyebrows and eyes beautiful.
Hebei Province is a golden city of desire.
Men pursue fame and fortune, while women are glamorous and impetuous.
She is a cool moonlight in the scorching sand, flowing gently and bringing peace to people.
He Sang turned his head and asked, "Second brother?"
Their eyes met, and Liang Chihui looked away indifferently, "I'll eat whatever you pick."
"Yangberry, maybe." She took down a can. "Strawberry is too sweet. You probably don't have a sweet tooth."
Liang Chihui fiddled with his lighter, lighting it again and again, as if trying to cover up the inexplicable atmosphere. "Where did you hear that I don't like sweets?"
"I guessed it." He Sang jumped to the ground and walked over. "Did I guess right?"
The mirror light on the dressing table was pink and white, which made her look particularly clear and bright. Liang Chihui held the spoon she handed over and said, "I eat it occasionally."
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