Chapter 297 She Never Worried About His Safety
"Why don't you answer the phone?" Liang Chihui stopped in front of her.
He Sang looked up. Behind the man was the afterglow of the setting sun. The empty wilderness was filled with a thousand-foot-long rosy glow. A streak of burnt yellow color burned her eyes so hard that it stung.
She adjusted to the light and gradually came into focus.
Liang Chihui looked at her with a smile, as if she was just being naughty and playful, or just having a bad temper, and ran away from home in a fit of anger, and was caught by him.
Both helpless and indulgent.
"I didn't see the incoming call...the signal is not good either." He Sang spoke incoherently.
"Is it on silent?" Liang Chihui pinched the edge of her phone case with his index finger and thumb and pulled it out of his trouser pocket.
He Sang immediately reached out to grab it, but he easily avoided it. He swiped the screen and found that there was no red reminder icon in the call log. At 12:37, there were two consecutive calls with the note "Liang Chihui", and he didn't answer them twice.
She saw it.
Deliberately not answering or replying.
Liang Chihui opened the address book with an expressionless face, and the first note in the j column was: "Ji Shen".
One is Ji Shen, and the other is a big name with a surname.
He Sang is good at acting and knows how to act. At least on the surface, she is impeccable.
She thought he wouldn't check her phone and wouldn't care to pay attention to these details, so she didn't change it.
Liang Chihui didn't expose her and put the phone back into her pocket.
The moment he leaned over, he smelled the scent of Liang Jishen's cigarettes on her shirt.
Liang Jishen is a heavy smoker and prefers strong-flavored cigarettes. Good brands of cigarettes on the market have low tar content and a mellow taste, which he cannot get used to. He only enjoys strong cigarettes because they choke his lungs.
Very easy to distinguish.
Liang Chihui took off the coat draped over He Sang's back, walked towards Liang Jishen, and put it on his shoulders, "Thank you for taking care of her."
Liang Jishen rolled up his T-shirt sleeves to his elbows, undone the buttons that were tight around his collarbone, and glanced at him casually, "Take care of who?"
"He Sang."
He sneered, "Who is He Sang?"
Liang Chihui stood straight, "Your future sister-in-law."
"Do you dare to marry?"
"Why not?" Liang Chihui smiled calmly, "Isn't it normal for an unmarried man and a unmarried woman to talk about marriage?"
Liang Jishen crushed the tobacco with his fingertips and threw it into the pond. "Try touching the woman I've touched."
"I really haven't touched her, but it's not because of your threats." Liang Chihui's smile did not fade. "Third brother, being the head of Zhonghai Group is an honor. I advise you to cherish it and don't let down Lao Zhang and Lao Jiang who have been protecting you all the way. Don't be too arrogant about things that are none of your business. The person who can beat me hasn't been born yet. I don't want to kill all my brothers. You should stop."
The gentlest face, the most thrilling and sharp warning.
To this day, Liang Jishen still has no idea how much he is capable of and how much he has achieved.
Liang Chihui is not a man who speaks wildly and boasts. If he says this, there is a high probability that he has something real.
The wind from the reed marsh made the cigarette butt flicker, and Liang Jishen's eyes sometimes brightened and sometimes dimmed. "Do you know anyone in Hongxing Village?"
"No."
"Is a positioning system installed in my car?"
Liang Chihui brushed off the cigarette ash that had drifted onto his collar, and said calmly, "I don't have that kind of time to spare."
"A Nissan van with license plate number 670 appeared at the village entrance at noon. Five men in black were watching and following me all the way to the highway. I got out of the car, and they turned off the engine. They were lying in ambush in the southeast and northwest of the reed field, intending to catch me in a fight." Liang Jishen's face was gloomy, and he questioned, not knowing the answer. "Do you know the driver?"
The reeds rose and fell violently, an overwhelming whirlwind sweeping away everything. Their conversation also rose and fell. He Sang approached, trying to hear clearly what was being said. Liang Chihui noticed it out of the corner of his eye and stopped her, saying, "Don't come over."
She was stunned.
"Feeling guilty?" Liang Jishen flexed his wrists, the tendons in his shoulder blades bulging as he readied himself for a strike. "I'm afraid if your true identity is exposed, He Sang will dislike you even more."
Liang Chihui locked his eyes on him and threw a punch at him unexpectedly, creating a gust of wind that made the stubble at his temples tremble slightly. Liang Chihui dodged the blow by leaning sideways and then jumped up. Liang Jishen was not willing to be outdone and threw a second punch at him.
It is rumored that Liang Lao Er is also talented in both literature and martial arts, and is not inferior to Liang Lao San, but he just keeps it a secret.
Like Yao Wenji, she is shrewd, restrained and good at planning.
Only after the second branch won a great victory in the war between the wealthy families did he reveal his true colors.
Liang Jishen had long intended to fight.
If Liang Chihui was really outstanding in both civil and military affairs, he must have suffered a lot in private. Liang Jishen was a military officer, and he had trained in the cold winter and hot summer for more than ten years to develop skills that were one in a million. Liang Chihui was able to match him, so he must have trained for at least more than ten years.
Business, scheming, romance, civil and military affairs, all create a Liang Chihui who has no shortcomings and no weaknesses. The chess game of the second house is so cruel and precise.
The reeds were leaning here and there, their leaves were two or three meters high, covering the ground completely. The soil around the pond was soft and one could easily sink into the mud.
He Sang pushed aside the reed leaves and saw the roots swaying violently. He couldn't tell whether it was the wind or people stirring up the rustling sound.
"Second brother! He hasn't recovered..." In her desperation, she instinctively worried about Liang Jishen. His pneumonia had just improved. Although the fever was gone, he still coughed frequently and relied entirely on medication to maintain his health. Moreover, every time he fell ill, he would suffer from headaches and insomnia. Although he seemed to be as strong as an iron wall, he was actually exhausted and could not withstand the violent attacks.
Liang Chihui looks elegant and refined, but he has a wild streak in him. Liang Jishen is at a disadvantage in his current state if he fights him.
"Liang Jishen!" He Sang ran around in the reed field. They fought without shouting, but with great strength. Their punches hit the flesh, and the skin and bones made a "bang bang" sound. Neither of them gave in.
In the male world, those who quarrel loudly are braver, but in fact they are cowards. Those who do not quarrel or make a fuss but just fight silently are the bullies.
Liang Chihui stared at He Sang not far away. She staggered as she searched, and the sharp thorns scratched her clothes, making them wrinkled. She screamed at the top of her lungs, worried only about Liang Jishen's safety. She knew how good a fighter Liang Jishen was and how fierce he was in a fight.
From beginning to end, she never cared about his safety.
When Liang Chihui was distracted, Liang Jishen pressed on him, and a feeling of suffocation suddenly invaded his lungs.
"You hired professional thugs to teach me a lesson and make me bleed, right?"
"You're afraid I'll investigate the Guanghe Group. The money from the city wall project was tainted, and it found its way into your hands, and even my father was kept in the dark. The Guanghe Group and the bank were all run under Liang Yanzhang's name. In your circle, he's widely acknowledged as the major shareholder behind the scenes, but in reality, he's your puppet, a fact no one knows."
Liang Jishen spoke one sentence after another, Liang Chihui's heart was pounding, and the oxygen was squeezed out of his chest. He was suffocating and his face turned red. He kicked hard, and his knee hit Liang Jishen's hip. The next second, he was thrown to the ground.
He looked down at Liang Jishen and clamped his legs, forcing him to be unable to move.
"You've been investigating for eight months. Have you gotten anything?" He fumbled around in Liang Jishen's belt and pulled out a miniature recorder.
This is Liang Jishen's occupational disease. After all, there are enemies everywhere in Hebei Province. They surround, kidnap, and fight with him. If he encounters danger, he has to be prepared.
Unfortunately, Liang Chihui is a veteran in the business world, and even the most sinister and cunning crooked ways in the business world cannot trick him. He has completely figured out the tricks of this old-fashioned and righteous way.
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