Chapter 306 Boudoir Fun
"I got slapped." He looked calm.
"Who dares to hit you?" Mrs. Huo was incredulous.
Liang Chihui smiled but did not answer.
"Boudoir fun, huh?" Mr. Huo put down his cup. "It's very popular among young people in their twenties and thirties. Handcuffs, blindfolds, and a little tail stuck in the back."
Mrs. Huo was annoyed. "Your hobby is getting slapped?"
"Beating hurts, scolding shows love. Maybe Director Liang just likes Little Pepper's personality?"
He and Mr. Wang laughed out loud.
"Miss He is not a woman who lets herself go. She is very dignified and gentle." Mrs. Wang came out of the private bathroom and passed by the door of the private room. She was surprised to find He Sang standing at the door. "Miss He?"
Liang Chihui paused in shaking his wine glass.
No looking back.
Mrs. Huo greeted her warmly, "You don't have a performance? Mr. Liang said you did."
He Sang paused.
I clearly told him that the theater was on hold for renovations, but he still used the performance as an excuse to turn down the invitations from these ladies and was unwilling to be on the same stage with her. I was really angry.
"I was worried Chi Hui might get drunk, so I came here specially." He Sang disinfected his hands at the sink and hung his car keys on the metal hook. "Is this restaurant new?"
"Zhou Ji is a time-honored shop dating back to the Guangxu era, with a history of 128 years." Mrs. Wang handed her a towel. "The plaque in the lobby was inscribed by a famous calligrapher from the late Qing Dynasty. It's worth over 7 million yuan."
He Sang was surprised. "I've never heard of a weekly journal in Hebei Province."
"This is a private restaurant that caters exclusively to the rich and powerful and foreign guests. People without a reputation are not allowed in. Besides, the food here is authentic Zhejiang cuisine, which some old northerners are not used to. Although the Third Young Master is famous, he has a traditional taste, so I didn't bring you here..." Mrs. Wang stopped abruptly.
"Zhou Ji has a Hangzhou dish called fish soup, which is Mr. Liang's favorite." Mrs. Huo tried to smooth things over awkwardly, "Try it, it's warming in the pot."
He Sang approached Liang Chihui and smelled an extremely strong smell of alcohol.
His trousers were also wet.
"Vomited?" She leaned over, looking at him with great concern. "You can drink quite well, don't you? How much did you drink?"
Liang Chihui didn't react much. He unbuttoned two buttons, and his chest was stained red from the alcohol.
Mrs. Huo laughed, "A part-time waitress accidentally spilled the wine while pouring it, and Director Liang didn't blame her."
He Sang took out a tissue and wiped the half-wet, half-dried wine stain, showing his natural "true feelings", considerate and virtuous, "Chi Hui is a gentleman, he never cares about women."
"You're so lucky," Mrs. Huo sighed sincerely. "Eight out of ten rich and powerful men are dishonest. Mr. Guo of Huayuan Group, his wife can only see him once a month, on the day his son and daughter-in-law are home. Otherwise, she doesn't see him at all. And then there are the company's annual meetings and major dinners, and Mrs. Guo accompanies him, arm in arm, so loving and harmonious! As for acting, you're a big name in the drama world, right? You're a long way behind Mrs. Guo!"
He Sang was amused. "Mr. Guo and his wife are an old married couple. Their interests are more important than their feelings."
"What woman doesn't want love to last forever? Money is important, but that doesn't mean love isn't important. Guarding an empty house, dealing with the provocations of a vixen, declaring war." Mrs. Huo sighed, "Director Liang loves you so much. He's a rare good husband in the world. You can't understand how it feels."
He Sang continued to clean her pants. Liang Chihui took a sip of wine expressionlessly and brushed her hand away.
Fortunately, it happened under the table and the bosses and wives around didn’t notice it, otherwise there would have been another disturbance.
The entertainment industry plays with secret marriages, and the powerful circle plays with "secret divorces." In fact, marriage and divorce are big gossips that cannot be hidden from the outside world.
Men and women who have made it into the circle of power are no pushovers. They have extensive connections and are well-informed. No matter what their private relationships are or what their public behavior is, any rift they may have will escape their sharp eyes.
Liang Chihui is recognized as a model man who "adheres to male ethics" during love. He is respectful and considerate, gentle and generous, and gives women enough confidence.
Therefore, even a little bit of cold violence is obvious.
Once word spread that Liang Chihui was impatient with her at the drinking party, her status would be greatly reduced.
All kinds of rumors were rampant.
For example, the second and third rooms were not on good terms, and he was taking revenge on Liang Jishen, so he snatched his future sister-in-law and poached the third room's girl. Now he has succeeded, the third room has lost face, and he has retired and gotten rid of his future sister-in-law.
He Sang was not afraid of embarrassment, but she was afraid of losing the qualification to "give the green light".
The title of "Chairman Liang's Wife" is quite prestigious in Hebei Province and is of great use. The executives of the Liang Group and the CEOs of its partners will absolutely respond to any request from Liang Chihui's wife without any precautions.
She conducted an in-depth investigation and followed the clues, and there was a high probability that she would gain something in terms of money transactions.
The premise is that the outside world must know that Liang Chihui dotes on her, trusts her, and that she holds a unique place in his heart.
If the Cold War were exposed, everything would be ruined.
"What's wrong with you?" He Sang held his shoulders.
Liang Chihui's jaw was tense and his whole body was filled with coldness.
"What did I do wrong?"
"You're right." He drank the rest of the wine and put it down heavily.
There was a "bang" sound, and He Sang retracted his hand in fear.
Mrs. Huo and Mrs. Wang also looked at him.
At this time, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a little girl in orange-white work clothes followed the manager into the box and went straight to Liang Chihui.
The girl spoke softly and bowed, "Mr. Liang, I'm new here and don't know the proper etiquette for serving distinguished guests. Please forgive me."
Liang Chihui asked, "What's your name?" for some unknown reason.
The little girl said, "He Yan."
"What's your last name?"
"yes."
He Sang looked at Liang Chihui, and then at the girl.
She was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a youthful ponytail, a round and smooth face, and she served customers timidly.
He Sang recalled Liang Yanzhang's 60th birthday and her first encounter with Liang Jishen at the drama theater. His strong and fierce aura frightened her so much that she didn't have the courage to approach him. Her immature behavior was just like this little girl.
It was not until Liang Jishen came for the second time that she realized his thoughts and began to think about marrying up with him.
Men who have experienced many ups and downs and achieved success are more likely to be attracted to two types of women.
One type is a smart and elegant woman who is both a partner and an assistant; the other type is a young white flower with a clean love history and is suitable for family life.
He Sang belongs to the latter, and this little girl also belongs to the latter.
Men who are strong enough not to need a partner's assistance and who place more emphasis on emotional value will prefer this type.
The manager smiled politely, "He Yan works every weekend. She was originally in charge of reservations at the front desk. Our restaurant often entertains foreign guests, and her English is very standard. However, several waiters resigned on Thursday, and the private rooms were short-staffed, so she was temporarily transferred to the VIP room. Mr. Liang, please forgive me."
Liang Chihui turned sideways and looked at He Yan. "Going to college?"
"Sophomore year."
"19 years old?"
She nodded.
"What major are you studying?"
"Journalism and Public Relations, minoring in Translation, my languages are Thai and English."
Liang Chihui's eyes flickered with admiration, "It has a future."
He Yan's cheeks flushed, like a mimosa that couldn't help but be teased.
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