Chapter 310 Do You Admit Your Mistake?
The brick-red building of Zhouji gradually became clear in his sight. Liang Chihui pushed the door and got out without waiting for the driver to stop.
He had long legs and walked very fast, and arrived at the courtyard in an instant.
The yard is rectangular, with a narrow strip of sky overhead, which is reserved for guests who do not travel by car.
Walking through the corridor, there is a blooming white magnolia not far away. Under the tree canopy is an iron swing. He Sang lies there leisurely with her legs crossed. Occasionally, a breeze blows, making the swing sway back and forth. Her long hair is spread out with the ends raised. The red paint of the iron frame is as enchanting as fire, which sets off her fair skin and dark hair. In the deep sunlight near dusk, she looks soft and quiet.
She noticed a man walking towards her and covered her eyes with a magnolia branch, ignoring him.
The man walked around the swing, wanting to start a conversation but not knowing where to start. After a long pause, he managed to say, "I'm no longer angry."
She turned away from the branches and turned her back to him.
Liang Chihui's chest puffed up, he bent down to pick it up and handed it back to her, "I'm not angry anymore."
He Sang didn't take it. She gathered her messy hair and tied it into a bun. She stood on tiptoe and swung the swing wide.
He sat on the swing next to him and asked, "Who is wrong?"
"I was wrong." He Sang answered simply.
Now, it was Liang Chihui's turn to be stunned.
The magnolia stamens were extremely fragrant, and the petals were tender white, falling on He Sang's shoulders and hair. The swing swung out and then back again. He couldn't help but reach out to hold on, slowing down the speed. "Be careful not to fall headfirst and get disfigured."
“Too slow.”
"He's going to fall soon."
Although Liang Chihui tried to stop her verbally, he increased the strength of his hands. Her calves flapped in the air like rattles, cheering, "Liang Chihui, did you admit your mistake?"
The man stood behind her and asked, "Do you recognize it?"
"It's my fault, of course I admit it."
His tone was soft, "Let's recognize it together."
He Sang understood that Liang Chihui was taking the initiative to pave the way.
Coming out of Zhouji Restaurant, the car was flashing its lights.
She glanced at He Yan in the passenger seat without saying a word.
The driver smoothed things over, "He Yan lives in Hongqiao District, I'm just giving her a ride."
She said nothing.
He Yan was very tactful and behaved well all the way, keeping her head down and playing with her cell phone.
When He Yan was about to go downstairs at the gate of the community, she said quietly, "Liang Group hired you as a secretary. Remember to cherish the opportunity. Secretary positions in large companies are not easily obtained. You must be loyal to Chi Hui. He is your mentor and your immediate superior."
He Yan met her eyes in the rearview mirror and was instantly startled. She said obediently, "I will cherish it."
She laughed, "Do I look scary?"
“Not scary…”
"Then why are you so startled?"
Liang Chihui stroked the tip of his tie and did not participate.
"You are Mr. Liang's girlfriend, so I respect you." He Yan was hesitant.
He Sang smiled and said nothing more.
Forty minutes later, the car drove into Yishan Manor. Sister Rong was cleaning the yard. He Sang's Porsche was parked in the basement. The hood was hot after being turned off for a while.
"The bodyguard went to wash the car and made an appointment for maintenance tomorrow." Sister Rong took off her apron, opened the door and welcomed Liang Chihui.
He Sang glanced at him, but spoke to Sister Rong, "Who's paying?"
"I'll go." He stepped onto the stairs, half-smiling, "Money-grubber."
"I need a major maintenance, a new tire, a new windshield, a new—"
"Change the car." Liang Chihui also glanced at her, "Is it okay?"
He Sang found his slippers and went upstairs.
This scene was very familiar to Sister Rong. "Is Miss He being petty again?"
"Doesn't she play every day?" Liang Chihui examined the shoe cabinet. The third child's leather shoes and sneakers were gone, but the two different pairs of slippers worn indoors and in the backyard were neatly displayed and stacked.
"Miss He is a genuine person, very sensible. Her temper is just a little girl's play. I see she loves to laugh, and the eldest master has come to her rescue several times."
Liang Chihui took off his suit and asked, "Did the third brother go to the countryside?"
"We left in the afternoon, packed with suitcases and bags. We'll be staying for at least a week." Sister Rong cleaned her suit, put it in a dust bag, and hung it in the cloakroom. "The old chairman is in the study, and the eldest son is working overtime, so he won't be home for dinner."
He looked at his watch. It had been four hours.
Changling County is 101 kilometers from the city center, passing through Sheshan Bridge and a winding cliff. There's a sheer cliff on the right and a precipitous abyss on the left. It's a one-way street, so if cars are facing each other, smaller ones must give way to larger ones. The weather forecast for Changling County calls for short thunderstorms and strong winds, so we're probably stuck at the provincial border.
Liang Chihui didn't believe at all that the third brother went to Wanxi County for recuperation.
The destination must be Lijia Village in Changling County.
Just dragging Liang Jing to act.
He deceived Liang Yanzhang and also deceived him.
"Did Cheng Xun send it?"
"Secretary Cheng didn't come to the old house. The eldest son's driver, Old Yang, drove directly to the residence in the town registered by the eldest son. It's in the town..." Sister Rong slapped her forehead, "I forgot which neighborhood it was."
It seems that Cheng Xun is most likely already in Changling County.
Liang Chihui considered it for a while and decided not to continue tracking and monitoring.
Now that Liang Jing has intervened, if we act rashly, we will be walking into a trap.
The third brother had definitely set a trap.
Waiting to lure you into a trap.
......
After taking a shower, He Sang leaned against the headboard of the bed and prepared to call Li Zhen to ask about her postpartum recovery. He accidentally touched the envelope under the pillow.
She opened it and found a note with a number in Liang Jishen's handwriting: Liu, bodyguard.
He Sang pondered for a moment, put on his clothes, went downstairs, and drove straight to Changning District.
When he arrived at the office building, Liang Jing's Hongqi L5 was parked in the empty parking lot.
This building is almost dangerous, with its foundation collapsing and sinking. It is a large-panel tube building built in the 1980s and 1990s. It is hot and humid in the summer and blows fiercely with northwest winds in the winter. Even the grassroots staff of the department have reported to their superiors and moved to the spacious and comfortable new office building, but Liang Jing insisted on working here.
There is a large area of residential buildings within a radius of 3 kilometers. The houses are 40 years old and the walls are dirty and chipping. This group of people are distributed in various urban areas to do odd jobs. They face many unfair treatments and arrears of wages. The new office building spans two districts and has strict access control. It does not accept petitions from non-residents within the jurisdiction, making it difficult to petition. Liang Jing is in charge of this area and welcomes everyone. He handles dozens of reporting calls and more than a dozen wage disputes for migrant workers a day. He is regarded as the Bao Qingtian of Changning District.
He Sang entered the office and saw a sack of local specialties, including red dates, peanuts, longans, and a thank-you letter in the corner.
She chewed a red date. It was sweet and had a small core, and looked better than the ones on the market. "Brother, are you wishing you a son soon?"
Liang Jing flipped through the documents with one hand and drank tea with the other. Black wolfberries floated in the transparent glass. "Yes."
He Sang pinched a handful of dates and stuffed them into his pocket. He didn't look up and asked, "Have you washed them?"
"I'll go home and wash..."
"The one in your mouth."
She spit it out and licked the date peel stuck to her front teeth, "Brother, I have something to ask of you."
"Carry it away."
He Sang was stunned. "What are you carrying?"
“Local specialty.”
"I'm not greedy!" She blushed, "I'm doing business."
Liang Jing put on the pen cap and sat up straight. "You go ahead."
"I'm going to Changling County."
"Okay." He agreed without hesitation.
Instead, He Sang was stunned. "I went secretly..."
"I know." Liang Jing twirled his pen. "You want to go to Lijia Village in Changling County. The second brother is very wary. You must keep it a secret from him, from your father, and from Yao Wenji. Try not to let any word leak out except from me and the third brother."
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