Chapter 257: All his secrets shattered in one blow
In the aging bathroom, a man ate a bowl of wontons in one hand, his long sleeves rolled up and his shirt tucked into his belt, his demeanor sharp and capable. Only his profile, veiled in the dim light, revealed a handsome, tall, thin, and elegant man.
The dilapidated old alley makes him look even cleaner, more elegant and gentle like jade.
The wind blew down a piece of wall, which fell right into the bowl. The man paused with his chopsticks and frowned. He Sang narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I can't eat it anymore. There's tofu and fish soup in the ward."
He picked up the piece of damp wall plaster and said, "I haven't tasted anything yet."
"Yeah." He Sang knocked on the lid of the bowl. "You secretly gave them to me, and you were so busy that you didn't eat any."
Liang Chihui couldn't help but grin, "Did you find out?"
"I eat more and more wontons. I'm not stupid." She said seriously.
"It's smart to realize that the more you eat, the more you get." The man couldn't stop laughing. "There's foam on your face too."
He Sang squinted his eyes, focusing on the tip of his nose, "Where?"
Liang Chihui looked at her like this and laughed out loud. He pressed her nose bone with his thumb and rubbed her skin with his fingertips. Her skin became smooth and shiny, and the colorful bubbles in the sunlight melted between her eyebrows.
Like all his secret, dark years, shattered in one blow.
Liang Chihui got up from his chair and threw the empty bowl into the trash can at the entrance of the alley. "Pick up the clothes."
"Have you drained the water?" He Sang also stood up and followed.
"Go back to the ward and let it dry."
One end of the rope was tied to the treetops, and the other end was tied to the iron pole of the tube building, three meters above the ground. Liang Chihui could just reach it with his arms outstretched, but He Sang couldn't reach it even if he stood on tiptoe. He was squatting in front of the cement pool, washing the sand and soil at the bottom of the basin. She jumped high and grabbed the hem of her clothes hanging in the air.
The angle from bottom to top was not much different, but Liang Chihui's angle was a million miles off. He shook off the water in the basin and said, "You're short, I'll do it."
He Sang pushed him away with his elbow, stepped on the plastic bench, and took off the items one by one.
The clothes were wet and stuck to the rope. She pulled hard, stretching them out and twisting them. Liang Chihui took them and asked, "Can you still wear them?"
"The loose fit is comfortable. Have you ever worn the Korean version?"
He casually piled them up in the basin and said, "I've never worn a Korean-style hospital gown."
The leaves above his head were covered with yesterday's accumulated rain. The movement of the clothesline also shook the tree, and raindrops splashed down. He Sang subconsciously closed his eyes, and a large area of his forehead was wet.
Liang Chihui loosely wrapped his arms around her legs from behind, "Keep steady."
He Sang arched his knees and said, "Get out of the way."
He was worried, "Fall down."
"I can't fall. I can dance. My specialty is flying high into the sky."
Liang Chihui stretched out his arms slightly, still around her, worried that she would fall, so he could close them and hug her at the first opportunity.
He Sang aimed at the open space, kicked her feet, jumped up and fell, her hands drew an arc. Liang Chihui instinctively clamped her waist, giving her some strength. She stood up and complained, "Don't pull me, I used to jump very high."
She gestured, "I have a video of the Lotus Cup competition. I was in the classical dance group."
Liang Chihui laughed again.
The plastic bench was too slippery when wet, and the girl was afraid of falling, so she danced timidly, like a penguin. There was no beauty, but a lot of humor. However, he believed in the professionalism of He Sang's dance. She had a soft waist, slender legs, and a long neck. She was a natural talent.
Even if her skills are not outstanding when she dresses up as a classical dancer, she can still exude the charm of "bringing disaster to the country and the people" 100%.
Liang Chihui handed her a handkerchief and asked, "Where is the video?"
She wiped the raindrops away and asked, "Do you want to see it, second brother?"
"Learn something."
He said it seriously, which made He Sang laugh. "It's too late for you to learn now. I stretched my muscles when I was three years old."
Liang Chihui walked slowly, accommodating her small steps, "I have a background in fighting and boxing, can I practice it?"
"So, can you do the splits?"
He said seriously, "I can split bricks."
He Sang faced him and walked backwards, "Then can you bend down?"
"I've done three hundred reps on the equipment at the gym."
She remembered that Liang Jishen also practiced that, where he lay horizontally in the air with his center of gravity concentrated on his waist and abdomen. It was to train his abdominal muscles and waist strength. She never asked how many Liang Jishen could do in one breath, but she estimated it to be around three hundred.
It was not surprising that Liang Jishen could do three hundred of them. He was in good health and had been practicing every day since he was in his early twenties. Liang Chihui's intensity was beyond her expectation.
No wonder Li Zhen had a keen eye for talent and was certain that Liang Chihui, despite his literary talent, actually had high martial arts skills and was a good fighter.
The crabapple blossoms withered along the way, mixed in the mud. Liang Chihui walked along the narrow stone path and asked, "Can you dance a duet?"
He Sang held the basin and asked, "Waltz?"
"No." He also gestured and spoke in a somewhat obscure tone, "The skirt is shiny, hug and dance."
She suddenly realized, "Latin dance?"
Liang Chihui laughed, "It seems so."
"I didn't learn it. My father is conservative and he doesn't agree."
He nodded.
A pink crabapple blossom floated on He Sang's shoulder. He took a big step and raised his hand to brush it away.
The noble lady witnessed this scene and suddenly realized, "It turns out that the woman the second son of the Liang family likes is her."
At that time, Liang Chihui exuded the aura of a mature and devoted husband.
Compared to the outside world’s impression of General Manager Liang who boldly pioneered the new “centralized” business policy, he is now a completely different person who is smiling but dagger-hiding, ruthless and decisive.
Eyes so gentle that they seem to be drowning in water.
The nanny said, "The old man and the old lady are urging her to get married, and have arranged so many rich and powerful men for her, but An Yi doesn't like any of them. She is obsessed with the second young master and has lost a lot of weight."
Mrs. Fang frowned, "Mother-in-law is not in good health and won't make it through the summer. Anyi is the only grandchild of the Fang family, and her marriage is the top priority."
"But the Second Young Master doesn't like Anyi..." The nanny looked at He Sang. "This girl isn't particularly pretty. The master has investigated. Her stepfather is an idler, relying on her mother for support. He extorted one million from the Third Young Master. Her stepfather squandered tens of millions of betrothal gifts in casinos. He keeps saying my son-in-law is rich, but he's said to be in debt again. The creditors are going to Zhonghai Group to collect the debts. Our Anyi is better than her in every way. In terms of family background, this girl is far inferior."
Mrs. Fang was also unwilling to accept this. It was a great shame and humiliation for a spoiled noble lady of the Fang family to lose to the daughter of an ordinary family.
She returned to the inpatient department and asked, "Which floor is Mrs. Liang on?"
The nanny lifted the curtain that blocked the wind. "It's the senior cadre ward on the second floor. Experts from Union Hospital provide 24-hour special care. The Third Young Master has great reputation."
Ji Xilan then helped Liang Yanzhang out of the bathroom, "Are you feeling better, Yanzhang?"
He was dejected. "I have been strong all my life, but this day has come."
"You're not paralyzed or incontinent." Sister Fang made the bed. "You just didn't have time to get out of bed."
Liang Yanzhang sat down, "Where's the second brother?"
Ji Xilan was not happy to tell him that the second son had gone to wash his pants. The second son was filial, which made the third son seem unfilial. "He should be in the cafeteria. He's hungry."
She deliberately asked Sister Fang, "Is Sister Wen Ji coming over today?"
Sister Fang shook her head, "Mrs. Yao is catching up on her sleep at the old house."
Ji Xilan said sarcastically, "Sister Wen Ji needs to get her beauty sleep every night. She's a beauty who will always be with her. That morning, a fine line appeared at the corner of her eye, and she rushed downstairs to get it fixed. At that time, the second son was dismissed from his post and was confined to the old house to reflect on his actions. Sister Wen Ji is open-minded, but if the third son was not so sensible, I would be furious. She's in her fifties and too restless."
Liang Yanzhang glanced at her. Ji Xilan put a pillow behind him, accidentally exposing the share transfer document. Her face turned pale. "Have you decided that the second son will inherit?"
"It's basically settled."
Ji Xilan flipped through the contract. "Liang Jing has 10%, the second brother has 35%, what about the third brother?"
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