Chapter 251 He and I are not destined to be together
The bayberry juice was so sour that it made the tip of his tongue astringent. Liang Chihui only took a sip and put it down.
He Sang sat at the dressing table, turned up the mirror light, and said cautiously, "Gu Jianghai is tracking down the supplier, but has been unsuccessful."
Liang Chihui's expression was indifferent. "Old Third is not vigilant. It's easy to take the bait, but it's hard to escape."
She unscrewed the eyebrow pencil and gently drew, "Second brother, you have a wide network of contacts in the business world, can you help third brother?"
The man looked at her in the mirror and suddenly laughed, "Third brother?"
"He and I have no destiny." He Sang's eyes were red. "He is investigating the Guanghe Group. My father He Jinping's death was not an accident, but a brutal murder."
Liang Chihui's gaze rested on her face, his eyes were deep and sharp, like a blade tempered with poison.
Straight to the deepest part beneath her skin.
"Every time he investigates, something goes wrong. If he ruins his future for me, and sacrifices his honor, innocence, and freedom for the rest of his life, I can't face him." He Sang involuntarily clenched his pen, sweat on his forehead and tears in his eyes. "The owner of the underground bank in another province is Mr. Liang. The safe contains the 'stolen money' that Mrs. Zhao mentioned, and Mr. Liang wants to frame you. I advised my third brother that since Mr. Liang is the owner of the underground bank, he is most likely the real mastermind behind the Guanghe Group. Stop him from investigating. If he continues, he will be in great trouble."
Liang Chihui narrowed his eyes, "Put the blame on me?"
He Sang said innocently but seriously, "Your lighter is on the desk in the finance office."
The man was extremely thoughtful. He had overlooked the lighter. It was not a test, but a slip-up. "Do you recognize my lighter?"
"I recognize him."
"Don't you and the Third Brother doubt that the bank belongs to me?"
He Sang didn't seem to have the slightest suspicion. "Would a normal person expose their money lender? Even if a 35.98% interest rate isn't illegal, underground money lenders are still a marginalized business."
Liang Chihui didn't say anything.
"Director Liang went so far as to instigate internal strife among his own sons, forcing Third Brother to be unable to protect himself and leaving him with no energy to investigate Guanghe Group." He Sang sobbed, covering her face with her hands. After sobbing for a long time, she choked out and said, "I have a cold constitution, so it's difficult for me to get pregnant. He thought he had hidden it from me, but I actually had a secret checkup. He's not good at lying, so it's his fault that he lied to me. No one would believe that there's anything wrong with him. Will you believe it, Second Brother?"
Liang Chihui leaned back on the sofa, absentmindedly playing with his watch. "It's not a serious illness, it can be cured."
"Will Aunt Ji tolerate my treatment? She's obsessed with having a grandson, and she agreed to my third brother marrying me on her only condition." He Sang pulled out a tissue, but the box was empty. He wiped the back of his hand. "Aunt Ji doesn't have Aunt Yao's good temper. She doesn't understand me. If she knew I was having trouble getting pregnant, how could I have a good life? She'd probably make a big fuss about it. What would outsiders think of me? My third brother would lose face, and I'd have even less face to stay in Hebei Province."
Liang Chihui looked at her for a long time, walked to the dressing table and took out a handkerchief.
He Sang instinctively dodged, but then realized that something was wrong and forced himself to stay still.
"Why are you crying?" The man carefully wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Although rumors are scary, there are always people who don't mind them, like me."
She raised her head, and Liang Chihui rubbed her nose with a handkerchief.
"Does your hand hurt?"
He Sang was confused, "What?"
The man bent down to be at the same height as her. His pupils were clearly black and white, and her image was reflected in his dark eyes.
"You clenched your fist too tightly. Doesn't it hurt when your nails cut your palm?"
He Sang froze.
It was impossible to discern his emotions, whether he was happy or angry, believing or not. She only vaguely remembered that he had a faint smile on his face and loosened his handkerchief, which naturally fell into her hands.
"If you resist like this, then wipe it yourself."
Liang Chihui turned around, pushed the door open and left.
The feeling of oppression disappeared, and He Sang's back bent in an instant, and he collapsed in the chair.
She knew that this "heartfelt confession" was far from enough.
But Liang Chihui is not an ordinary person. His scheming is so complicated and profound that no one can be invincible to him.
His willingness to accept it all was already a breakthrough.
In this world, there are very few people who Liang Chihui is willing to pretend to be stupid for.
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He Sang didn't have many scenes in the first half, so during the intermission, she went to the audience seats on purpose.
Yao Wenjie was in the middle area of the third row, drinking tea with a lady of similar age.
When Liang Yanzhang was in the hospital, she was still dressed in jewels and looked cheerful, unlike Ji Xilan who looked broken and haggard, and deliberately did not dress up, crying in front of the bed.
The Liang board of directors is now in a state of panic. Liang Yanzhang has closed his door to visitors, Liang Jing is in politics and has no dealings with the business world, and it is even more inconvenient for Liang Jishen to have private contact with Liang executives. Ji Xilan needs to step in. The divorce has not been made public, and she is still Mrs. Liang to the outside world.
However, she had made a complete mess. After finishing the ward at noon, Liang Yanzhang hadn't even been admitted yet, and directors and executives were already gathering in the hallway, hoping to see him. If things went badly, a will could be drawn up and a new chairman appointed. A change of dynasty in the company would also cause major internal changes. Subordinates would place bets on the successor; if they won, they'd rise to prominence; if they lost, they'd be banished to the cold palace.
Based on Liang Yanzhang's attitude on his deathbed, the directors were ready to take sides.
Logically, Ji Xilan should have stabilized the morale of the troops, ensured the normal operation of Liang's market, and had secret talks with Liang Yanzhang's confidants to systematically block the news and clarify the rumors about her illness. However, she staged a drama of a couple's deep love and support for life and death in front of the directors, and her crying made everyone panic.
Yao Wenji had long anticipated that Ji Xilan would make a fool of herself. There is no wall that is impenetrable. Word of mouth spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. The powerful circle knew that she was so stupid and useless, and even Liang Yanzhang was ridiculed. Each wife he married was worse than the last.
Ji Xilan was very concerned about her reputation, and being scolded or ridiculed by her was more painful than being stabbed.
Yao Wenjie watched the show in secret, and when Liang Yanzhang was furious, she went to the hospital to take over the situation.
Taking the risk of changing the medicine kills three birds with one stone.
Liang Chihui went to the lounge on the first floor to handle urgent official business. He Sang came to the audience seats just as he finished his work.
"Second brother." Yao Wenji greeted him, "Mrs. Zou, she held you when you were a child. She called you Auntie Zou."
Liang Chihui was polite and considerate, "Aunt Zou."
"You've grown so tall, so handsome." Mrs. Zou spoke with a delicate and pleasant southern accent. "When you were one year old, I changed your diapers. You peed so hard that the diaper got soaked. It dripped all over, and your little bottom got red and swollen."
Yao Wenji smiled, "You still remember."
"I remember." Mrs. Zou praised him endlessly. "He's so white and tender all over, and he's so strong when he drinks milk, he won't let go. I think this kid has a bright future. He's so persistent, and he's really going to be a rare talent when he grows up—"
The description was so vivid that He Sang couldn't help laughing. Don't start.
Liang Chihui took a deep breath and said nothing.
Mrs. Zou noticed He Sang and asked, "Is this the future wife of the Third Young Master?"
Yao Wenji peeled a garlic peanut and said, "Xiao He is a famous actress in the theater. Did you just meet her today?"
The lady looked at He Sang carefully. "My husband and I have lived in another province for eight years. Eight years ago, the mainstay of the drama theater was Lin Min. She was a superb actress. Her performance of 'Four Generations Under One Roof' was a huge hit. It's a pity she passed away. I did hear about He Sang in another province. Did he beat the big gangster Hu Dafa into a vegetable?"
He Sang pursed his lips, not knowing what to answer.
"Hu Dafa deserves it. He went to the temple to bully Xiao He. If it were me, I would smash him to death." Yao Wenjie handed He Sang the peeled peanuts.
She declined, "Aunt Yao, I don't eat peanuts."
Yao Wenji handed it to Liang Chihui again, but Liang Chihui also refused, "I don't like garlic."
"Would you like it to be creamy?"
"No." Liang Chihui leaned over, lifted the hem of He Sang's pants, and found a piece of gauze on his heel. "How did you get hurt?"
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