Chapter 289 Touching His Heartstrings
Liang Chihui leaned back, tapping the armrest of the sofa in a leisurely manner. "Mother, you have been recuperating on the third floor. Father's old illness has relapsed. I believe you are unaware of this."
Yao Wenjie stared at the coffee table motionlessly.
She understood Liang Chihui's hint.
He refused to admit it.
If Liang Jing was not present, she would not have to admit it. Ji Xilan was no longer Mrs. Liang, and the third brother was always against Liang Yanzhang, and Liang Yanzhang also disliked him. Even if there was evidence in hand, the third house would not be able to cause much trouble.
But Liang Jing came forward. Liang Jing has always targeted the second house, and she can't get away with it.
Yao Wenji gritted her teeth and said, "Yan Zhang, I'm sorry for you."
Liang Chihui's face darkened, he lit a cigarette silently, and threw the lighter on the table.
"Wenji...I trusted you so much." Liang Yanzhang closed his eyes. "Why did you drug me?"
"Aunt Yao probably didn't mean it." Liang Jishen defended her, "If she wanted to harm you, why would she change the health care medicine? You wouldn't be safe and sound today."
Ji Xilan was upset that he didn't take the opportunity to kill him, so she interrupted tearfully, "Third Brother... I'm innocent. She didn't mean to hurt Yan Zhang, but she did mean to hurt me."
Liang Jishen's eyes turned cold, and Ji Xilan was so frightened that she remained silent.
"Last year, my overseas cosmetics business ran into trouble. I was so anxious at the time that the doctor diagnosed it as a sudden hypertensive crisis. I received treatment for a year and it didn't relapse. After gynecological surgery this year, my health has been intermittent and I have frequent high blood pressure attacks. I kept it a secret from my second son because I didn't want him to worry about me."
Yao Wenji's eyes were red, as was the tip of her nose. She was a beauty with an exotic charm, her features deep and defined, her eyes tearing up like a pear blossom, about to cry but unable to. She was more pitiable than Ji Xilan. "On April 21st, I went downstairs feeling dizzy. There was only a bottle of vitamins and a bottle of sleeping pills left on the bedside table. I remember you had blood pressure medicine on your bedside table. Sister Fang went to the market to buy groceries, so I got it myself."
Liang Jishen took a sip of tea slowly, his face as calm as a still pond.
As if expected.
"Xi Lan just happened to be back. The master bedroom is your room. I was afraid she'd misunderstand, so I didn't have time to take out a single pill and went upstairs clutching the bottle." Yao Wenji looked remorseful. "When I went back to my room to unscrew the bottle cap, Xi Lan happened to come up and start arguing with me. She blamed me for talking to you alone in the study last night, and accused me of being immoral and seducing her husband."
Liang Jing frowned.
What a mess.
You are over fifty years old, and no matter who you seduce, you will have troubles.
He glanced at He Sang unintentionally. This girl was destined to be great. While the second and third wives were fighting each other, she ate a plate of grapes quietly.
He ate it very delicately, not forgetting to spit out the skin.
She probably has obsessive-compulsive disorder, as the grape skins are arranged neatly on the plate.
In his spare time, Liang Jing read a book called "History of the Tang Dynasty", which was a kind of unofficial history, just to relieve his boredom.
There is a line describing Princess Anle: Beauty lies in the bones, not in the skin.
He thought that the girl was born "silly", silly in every aspect from the inside out.
At the same time, Liang Chihui was smoking a cigarette, his eyes never leaving He Sang.
Her lips were rosy, of moderate thickness, and her lip beads were plump. She chewed with small movements and fast speeds. When I got a little closer, I could hear the gulping sound of her swallowing.
He Sang's profile is prettier and more attractive than her front face. Having experienced ups and downs in family changes, she has a sense of story and fragility that girls of the same age do not have.
It really touched his heart.
Liang Chihui held a cigarette in one hand, leaned over to pick up the teapot and poured a cup of tea. His shirt sleeves were slightly rolled up, an inch below his elbows. He was not muscular, but his lines were smooth and solid. The sunlight coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows made his skin look as white as transparent.
"Does your throat hurt?"
She nodded, "That's so sweet."
Liang Chihui pointed to the water cup.
He Sang picked up the wine and drank it in big gulps. Liang Jing glanced over here again. The atmosphere between her and Liang Chihui made him frown even more.
No wonder.
The third child was depressed.
It turned out that the fire in the backyard had turned into a sea of fire, and the roof was burned off.
Women have intuition, and so do men.
Liang Jing always felt that this girl was planning something big.
Ji Xilan was furious. "Yao Wenji, stop talking nonsense. Is scolding you and drugging you the same thing? You're clearly guilty!"
"You smashed my dresser, and all the bottles and jars fell to the floor. The vitamins I was taking were similar to Yanzhang's blood pressure medication, and they were mixed together. I couldn't tell which was the vitamin and which was his medication. I had no choice but to pick up the pills that had spilled around the antihypertensive bottle and put them back in. I planned to buy replacement medication the next day, but Yanzhang fired Dr. Zhu and hired a new one. I asked around for Dr. Zhu's address, and it turned out he was the one who prescribed the medication. Then, Yanzhang's hypertension relapsed."
Liang Jing massaged his eyebrows, and three women put on a drama.
Fortunately, there are only two women in the Liang family.
Liang Yanzhang was old and physically weak, otherwise he would never go home unless he married another woman.
The diplomatic situation abroad was very stalemate for a while, but he was able to handle it well. The only problem was that he was not lucky enough to meet easy-going women, and he did not have the energy to deal with those with bad tempers.
"Aunt Yao, my father depends on you, so you have to take good care of him." Liang Jishen smiled gently, but the smile was superficial. There was a dagger hidden in his smile, which made Yao Wenjie feel frightened.
"Taking the wrong medicine can be remedied, but using your intelligence in the wrong place can harm both yourself and others. What do you think?"
Their eyes met, and Yao Wenji's pupils trembled faintly. She tried to calm the fluctuations in her voice, "Third Brother, I will remember your reminder."
Liang Jishen picked up the forensic report and slowly stood up. "Now that the truth is out, my elder and second brothers and I can rest assured."
"Let me see the report." Liang Yanzhang stretched out his hand.
Liang Jishen still didn't hand it to him. "The results show that there are fingerprints of a fourth person on the bedside table and on the lid of the medicine bottle. It's Aunt Yao's fingerprint."
"Third Brother." Liang Yanzhang narrowed his eyes and examined the file bag. "It's empty, right?"
The conditions for extracting fingerprints are quite strict. Sister Fang cleans and wipes the furniture early in the morning and late at night, so her fingerprints are not complete at all, so the third brother cannot extract them.
"What you need is the result. Who planned to murder you and what their intention was. The process is not important." Liang Jishen tore up the file bag in front of him. The crackling sound echoed in the large and silent living room, and it was completely broken into powder.
He gathered them together, threw them into the trash, and headed to the bathroom.
Liang Yanzhang sat for a while and then went upstairs. Yao Wenji called out to Yanzhang with deep affection. He paused for a moment and did not respond. "Liang Jing, come with me to the study."
Suspicion has arisen.
He Sang helped Sister Fang clean up the garbage bags and the coffee table, then left.
Yao Wenji watched Liang Jishen's back as he returned to the guest room, "Old Three guessed it was me."
"He has no real evidence, he's just trying to trick you." Liang Chihui fastened his tie. "If you don't confess, he can't do anything."
"No." Yao Wenjie had a hunch that Liang Jishen was not in the world of fame and fortune for nothing. He had plenty of ways to clear Ji Xilan's suspicion and would not let the third house take the blame.
"Didn't you notice that something was wrong with the third brother?" She couldn't describe what it was exactly, but the problem was becoming more and more obvious.
Weng Qiong died in childbirth, and the Weng family fell into poverty for a few years. Later, they made a comeback on Wall Street and became a well-known overseas Chinese tycoon, with assets twice that of the Liang family. When they learned that Liang Jing did not inherit the family business, they were still dissatisfied.
It's not just a matter of money, it's a matter of respect and status. The eldest son must have the rights of the eldest son, otherwise it would be a disrespect to the Weng family.
Liang Jishen was also qualified to divide the shares of Liang Group. Now all of them have been taken by the second wife. How could he be willing to accept this?
What do the outside world think?
The third branch has fallen out of favor, and even Liang Jishen is not of the Liang family bloodline.
He didn't care about the family property, but at least he cared about his face. Liang Yanzhang treated the eldest and third wives harshly, and praised the second wife highly. This was too biased.
"Have you found something to hold against Liang Yanzhang?" Yao Wenjie asked in confusion.
Liang Chihui lowered his eyelids, suppressing all the ripples. When he looked up again, he regained his composure. "Father is in control of everything. There's nothing to hold against him."
The driver honked his horn in the courtyard at this time. He got up from the sofa, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gestured, then walked around the empty hall and headed straight for the backyard.
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