Chapter 320 Is She Home?
Erya's appearance is not that of a standard beauty, but her smile is simple and infectious. She stuffed the lunch box into Liang Jishen's hand and said, "Steamed chicken with red dates and glutinous rice, very nutritious."
Liang Jishen refused bluntly, "I don't eat chicken."
"Do you want to eat duck?" Erya persisted. "My father used to sell preserved duck in a soy sauce factory. The villagers used to buy half a duck when they got their salary."
"Sweet or salty?" He Sang had never eaten pickled duck. There were many roast ducks in the city. He Jinping liked the roast duck from Quanjude in Beijing, but she thought it was too oily and greasy and would not eat a single bite.
"We have something ready at home!" Erya was hospitable and pulled Liang Jishen's sleeve. "Come to our house and eat."
He Sang also pushed him, "Go to your house and pack one."
Liang Jishen looked at her expressionlessly, "Do you owe it?"
She suppressed her laughter and said, "It's free, it's free..."
"You're leaving me for a free duck? You're so greedy." He brushed Erya's hand away, pulled He Sang over, and lowered his voice, "What are you doing in Changling County? Playing matchmaker?"
"Third Brother, I heard that Erya's family is the richest in Li Village—"
"What did you call me?" Liang Jishen's face was gloomy, and it became increasingly charred under the sunlight, like the bottom of an old pot.
"The third one."
He laughed angrily and pinched her arm, "I'll marry you to Lijiacun, do you believe it?"
"The Liang family will save me." She was sure.
"Who will save you?" Liang Ji narrowed his eyes.
"You idiot..." He Sang was shrewd and observed his reaction. His expression froze and his whole body was filled with a cold aura.
After a while, he started coughing.
"Your eldest brother, save me—" He Sang patted Liang Jishen's back to calm him down. "You can't possibly marry me to Lijia Village. You're not that cruel."
She paused for a second. "Since Erya's father is the richest man, the villagers will definitely come to curry favor with him. He's been welcoming and sending off people for a long time. He knows all the inside information about each family." He Sang suddenly laughed out loud. "You sacrificed your appearance to gather intelligence..."
Liang Jishen started to cough again, covering his lips. "You won't be satisfied until I get sick from anger."
This pneumonia has been going on for more than 20 days, and I have never followed the doctor's advice to rest properly. The food in the village is salty and makes me get angry, and the living quarters are damp, so the condition is bound to recur. Fortunately, Cheng Xun is careful and has prepared double doses of cough syrup and throat medicine.
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Liang Chihui had a signing ceremony at 1:00 PM for a key project of the Hebei Provincial Federation of Industry and Commerce. Liang Yanzhang had been the vice president of the chamber of commerce for seventeen years, and after Liang Chihui succeeded him, the vice president position passed to him. After the meeting, he personally saw everyone off at the Liang Group headquarters. After the last chamber member left in their car, he let out a long sigh and lay down on the sofa in the lobby, no longer able to move.
"What time is it?"
Assistant Fan checked his watch. "Two minutes to eight."
"Have you bought some red bean pastries?" The man rubbed his nose bridge, feeling more and more tired. He simply clenched his fist and hit his forehead, causing it to feel swollen and numb, eliminating the dull pain.
"That Yang's Red Bean Pastry shop has closed down."
Liang Chihui opened his eyes and asked, "When did it happen?"
"At the beginning of the year." Assistant Fan took a glass of warm water at the front desk and handed it to him. "Mrs. Zeng said that Miss He drove there during the Spring Festival. The store was being sublet, so she even complained about it in April."
He untied his tie and draped it over the back of the sofa. "Can you get in touch with the boss?"
"My hometown is Dezhou, Shandong, but the exact address is unknown." Assistant Fan understood what he meant. "Do you plan to hire him to make red bean cakes for Miss He at the old house?"
Liang Chihui often visited Li Zhen this week. He Sang's favorite desserts included not only red bean cakes, but also cooked pear cakes, jujube paste cakes, and jasmine tea cakes. Most of the cakes on the market added white sugar and maltose, but only Yang's had a sugar-free and sweet taste.
Sister Fang and Sister Rong are also good at baking, but He Sang likes the old-fashioned way, walking through the alleys with a big stove and baking old-fashioned pastries with the smell of smoke.
She is picky about food and difficult to feed.
Liang Chihui straightened up and said, "Let's go to the Folk Customs Street."
"Folk Street is smoky and crowded, it's too chaotic." Assistant Fan stopped him. "What if I bump into you, you slip, and hit the back of your head, and the operation fails..."
"Send him to the morgue again." He said coldly, "No good thing ever happened to me. You can't wait to arrange the funeral, right?"
Assistant Fan remained silent.
Liang Chihui took off his suit, threw it on the place where he had just lain down, and walked out of the company gate wearing only a thin summer shirt.
After turning onto the North-South Avenue and making a U-turn, he called Sister Fang.
"Is she awake?"
Sister Fang was so anxious that she paced back and forth in the kitchen, "He's not awake yet..."
Liang Chihui looked ahead at the traffic. There was a serious traffic jam near the Guomao Commercial Building. He slowed down, picked up a can of mint oil, and applied it to his temples. "Have you slept all day?"
His tone was calm and nonchalant, without any suspicion, but Sister Fang was extremely nervous, feeling that she had been exposed. "Yes..."
"Have you had lunch?"
"I haven't eaten yet."
"Wake her up." Liang Chihui ordered, "I'm passing by the snack street after get off work. I'll bring back a portion of what she wants to eat."
Folk Street is in the east of the city, in the completely opposite direction of the Liang Group and the old house. Liang Chihui took at least 40 minutes to get there.
The reason why he used the excuse of "it was on his way" and refused to confess that he made a "special trip" was, firstly, that he did not want He Sang to have a psychological burden and think that his meticulous care was an attempt at "intimate contact" based on asking for something in return from her; secondly, he did not want to love and pamper her too obviously and be noticed by the outside world.
He can buy expensive jewelry and luxury cars frequently. For a man with plenty of money, spending money to please his wife is the most common thing he can do. Wives often compare assets—not their husbands', but how much their husbands have transferred to their names. The more, the 50-50 split; the less, the 28-20 split. It's not uncommon. Some wives, even high-ranking ones, hold half their husbands' wealth. It's not because they're afraid of their husbands cheating, but because the husbands fear their wives'. Once a divorce occurs, their ranking on the rich list plummets by a hundred places.
Liang Chihui knew that if he openly supported He Sang in wealth, the outside world would not pay attention to him. He was too obsessed with it. There is no wall that is impenetrable, and the outside world has also set its sights on her.
His enemies are much more serious than Liang Jishen's.
Most of Liang Jishen's enemies are serving their sentences in prison or hiding abroad, while his enemies, both in the open and in the dark, have power and money, and can easily harm him by plotting against the women he favors.
Sister Rong hesitated on the other end of the phone, "Let Miss He continue to sleep, don't disturb her."
Liang Chihui tightened his grip on the steering wheel, "Is she home?"
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