Chapter 315: Uncontrolled Rushing into the Abyss
Liang Chihui stopped and looked at Liang Jing for a second, "Brother, are you reminding me to be careful and not get involved with her?"
Sister Fang made the bed in the guest room without saying a word.
"Why, did the third brother say hello?"
"It has nothing to do with the Third Brother." Liang Jing stood with his hands behind his back. "He Sang didn't live with the Third Brother in the old house."
"Big brother, you're worried too much." Liang Chihui held He Sang horizontally. She was struggling, her hands and feet flapping constantly, her nails scratching his neck from time to time, leaving traces of red marks. He couldn't dodge and let her scratch him. "She sleeps in the guest room, I sleep in the north room. She is unconscious, and I will never take advantage of her misfortune."
Liang Jing glanced at He Sang again. No matter how much this girl struggled, she was conservative to the core. She fought with her penis with one hand and grabbed her collar with the other.
She was wearing a V-neck T-shirt, and below her collarbone, her second arm pressed down the hem of her shirt, stretching the neckline. She tried her best to cover her chest to avoid exposing herself.
Liang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, watched Liang Chihui enter the guest room and left the door ajar.
The window of the guest room was open, and the late night wind blew across the lake, mixed with the fishy smell of the lake water and the coolness, blowing the window screens fluttering.
Liang Chihui frowned, "Sister Fang, close the window."
During the social gathering in Taoyuan with the chairman of the Zhang Group, Liang Jishen stole the show because he did not know He Sang's dietary restrictions. He felt a surge of anger in his heart and paid close attention to He Sang's taboos and hobbies.
Liang Chihui consulted Li Zhen personally and went to the ward privately, and He Sang was not aware of it.
Li Zhen told him that He Sang was afraid of cold, liked heat, was afraid of wind, had difficulty breathing in strong winds, and often caught colds and had a runny nose.
Garlic, mango, leek, kidney beans, more than 30 kinds of food allergies.
Don't get even a little bit of it on you, or you may suffer from shock.
Liang Chihui felt more and more that He Sang needed to be pampered and cared for carefully. He needed to be built a golden house and protected from wind and rain throughout his life, otherwise he would wither away one day.
Sister Fang opened the drawer and said, "Your neck is bleeding. There are Band-Aids at home."
"No need." Liang Chihui gestured to the ceiling, "It's too bright."
Sister Fang immediately turned off the chandelier and turned on the table lamp. "Please put Miss He down. It's tiring to hold her."
"She vomited all the way, and lying down made it easy for the vomit to get into her trachea."
Sister Fang was silent.
"Do you want to vomit?" Liang Chihui supported He Sang's back and stroked his back to help him breathe. "If you don't want to vomit, lie down. If you do, lean on me."
He Sang struggled, "It's hard to drink..."
He leaned closer. "What?"
"It's hard to drink..." She swung her arm and slapped Liang Chihui on the left cheek, "You hurt me... You fooled me..."
Sister Fang's eyes widened and she reached out to stop her, "Ms. He!"
"It's okay." Liang Chihui didn't care, nor was he annoyed. He hugged He Sang tightly and didn't let go. "Be careful not to bite your tongue with your teeth."
Before he finished speaking, He Sang slapped himself.
Liang Chihui was quick to catch her, and the slap was light, just a scratch. "Sister Fang, go make some sobering soup."
Sister Fang deliberately left the door open. He Sang screamed loudly, so Liang Chihui covered her lips and whispered in her ear, "Stop screaming."
Yao Wenjie was having her beauty treatment at this time, and Liang Yanzhang was working in the study. The older generation disliked girls who were drunk in the middle of the night. Yao Wenjie originally liked her for being steady and well-behaved, but after she became so noisy, her liking for her was greatly reduced.
The future boss lady of the Liang Group must be as decent and dignified as a top-notch lady.
"Shh——" He Sang pouted and shushed as well.
Liang Chihui nodded and smiled gently, "Let's keep quiet."
"I'm going to the bathroom."
"Sister Fang is back to accompany you."
He Sang's eyes were unfocused, dazed and distracted. "What's your number?"
Liang Chihui was always on guard against her falling off the bed, "Today is the 6th."
"You're number 6... Mr. Ni recommends number 3 to me."
He brushed the hair out of He Sang's eyes with his fingers, "Room 3 of Yunhai Building?"
The "Trend Hall" in Yunhai Building has six groups of performers, three groups of men and three groups of women, with 9 people in each group, numbered from 1 to 9. They can play drums, guitar, magic tricks, rock, street dance, and male escorts, and are very popular among the rich wives.
Ni Hong started to play tricks on him without telling him and introduced a male escort to He Sang without his permission.
"I don't know..." He Sang shook his head violently.
"Okay." Liang Chihui held her still, "I'll feel dizzy."
He propped up the pillow, laid He Sang flat, and sat on the single sofa not far away.
There were two bottles of Lafite in total, and 12 colleagues, 5 of whom were male. No matter how low the men's alcohol tolerance was, they were generally better than the women, so they drank at least one bottle. The remaining bottle was shared among the 7 women, with each woman having a maximum of one glass.
He shouldn't be so drunk as to be in such a state.
Thinking about Ni Hong's attitude in the box, she implicitly disparaged He Sang and his male colleague as dishonest and unruly.
His face darkened.
Sister Fang brought a bowl of hangover soup from the kitchen and walked over to Liang Chihui to report, "Second Master, this is a soup made with Chinese medicine. It's good for your stomach and intestines and can help prevent hangover headaches."
He scooped a spoonful and asked, "What to add?"
"I poured a can of Madam Ji's red date and rose water. Miss He smells of alcohol, so I'll use it to help with the taste in her breath."
Liang Chihui took the bowl and fed He Sang with the tip of the spoon. She had just been lying down for a while when she was picked up again. She was in a bad mood and refused to drink.
"Drink a spoonful, and I won't bother you anymore after that." She turned over and faced away from him.
Liang Chihui pressed his nose. His thirty-four years of patience were completely exhausted tonight. If it were another woman, not only would she not be treated like this, he would have thrown her out of the house eight hundred times.
"Hold her down."
Fang Jie did as she was told. Liang Chihui placed the soup bowl on the bedside table. With his free hand, he pinched her cheeks open and fed her spoonful of soup. He controlled the strength well and fed her neither too fast nor too slow. He Sang resisted at first, but gradually accepted it.
Liang Yanzhang had a lot of contracts waiting to be renewed. Since they were the ones who signed the contract, it was only natural that they should renew it. The main reason was that they didn't fully appreciate the new chairman's qualifications in the industry. Liang Chihui had authority and a good reputation, but qualifications were paramount in the business world.
Qualifications represent vision, direction in handling crises and leadership capabilities, which are accumulated over time and have nothing to do with talent.
Liang Yanzhang read through all the terms, added to them, signed them, stamped them, and prepared to return to the master bedroom. When he passed by the guest room, the door was open. His eyes just happened to pass by Liang Chihui.
Liang Chihui's eyes were gentle as he stared at the woman sleeping soundly on the bed, his face also calm.
Beneath the calm and peaceful atmosphere, a crack began to appear.
The cracks are expanding, collapsing, binding, and entangled.
There is a sense of being out of control, madly going off track, and rushing towards the abyss.
Liang Yanzhang looked unhappy and knocked on the door. "Second brother."
Liang Chihui turned his head and looked towards the corridor.
"Come out."
He tucked in the corner of the quilt for He Sang and adjusted the light of the desk lamp to a dimmer and more hazy level, just the right brightness for falling asleep.
Then he left the bed.
The moment the door closed, He Sang opened her eyes, sat up, and a ray of white light came through the gap.
"The third brother didn't go to Wanxi County." Liang Yanzhang held up his pipe and knocked off the tobacco.
"You followed him?"
"The third brother is quite courageous. He is playing tricks on us right under our noses. Liang Jing has intervened now. You should find a way to delay him."
For a long time, there was no response.
Liang Yanzhang turned sideways and asked, "Are there any difficulties?"
"You know my eldest brother's temper." Liang Chihui didn't give a direct answer. "The third brother has teamed up with him and won't give up until he finds a clue."
"I know Liang Jing's personality well, and I know your abilities even better." Liang Yanzhang smiled and brushed his shoulders. "They are no match for you."
Liang Chihui's hands curled up unconsciously and then loosened.
"Liang Jing has status, the third brother is capable, and the province has their backing. One against two, my chances of winning are slim."
"If you fight with all your heart, you will win." Liang Yanzhang smiled kindly, but his words were threatening, "Unless you don't fight with all your heart."
"My father and I are in the same boat. We rise and fall together. I will naturally do my best, but..."
"He Sang went from being the third wife to the second wife. Public opinion has had a significant impact on the Liang family." Liang Yanzhang interrupted him. "Wen Ji won't interfere with you because she's not the Liang family's wife and doesn't care about the family's reputation. But I can't. Although I've abdicated, I founded the Liang Group and am the head of the Liang family. I'm concerned about any unfriendly behavior."
Liang Chihui had just loosened his fist, but suddenly clenched it again.
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