Chapter 337 Life after marriage



Chapter 337 Life after marriage

Liang Chihui was not polite at all. He walked to the jewelry cabinet and picked and chose.

He had good taste and didn't care for anything less than top-notch quality. He didn't choose any of the agates and jades in the first row and commented, "This kind of jade isn't worth much. Remember to buy mutton-fat white or chestnut yellow jade."

Yao Wenji was annoyed, "A beggar actually complains about the rotten food."

He ignored her and flipped through the second row. There were old pit glass jade earrings, aquamarine. Liang Chihui chose the largest pair. "Mom, is this okay?"

Yao Wenji's face turned pale, "Okay."

Liang Chihui gently lifted He Sang's chin and tried it on his earlobe. "The style is nice, but the color is old-fashioned and shows your age." He rubbed it a few times and said, "You can wear it when you are forty. Take it for now."

He Sang pulled his sleeve, "I don't want..."

"You want more?" He leaned over patiently. "What else do you want? My mother is generous and loves you. She's willing to give you anything you want."

Liang Chihui looked over her head and said, "Isn't that right, mother?"

Yao Wenji choked, "It's true that I'm not reluctant to part with it, but Xiao He's room doesn't have a jewelry cabinet, so you can leave it here with me—"

"I want to customize a cabinet." Liang Chihui continued to flip through the third row.

Yao Wenji's face turned pale again. "Don't you have money to buy jewelry?"

“Real good jade is no longer available in the market.”

"So you looted my things?" Yao Wenji pushed him aside, took out a dragon jade bracelet, and closed the cabinet door. "Stand away and don't touch my things."

Liang Chihui pursed her lips and smiled.

"Xiao He." Yao Wenji put on a kind face, "Come here."

She pulled back, "Aunt Yao...I can't take it."

Yao Wenji held her hand and put the bracelet on her wrist. "I don't care about your family background. The daughter of a good family with clean background is simpler, purer, and more sensible than the daughter of a wealthy family with complicated upbringing. Second brother is marrying a wife, not a bank. Besides, I don't care about the dowry of 300 million or 500 million."

He Sang said nothing.

"Since the second brother has asked for the family heirloom bracelet for your daughter-in-law, I understand his character. The value of the jade is secondary. What matters is its meaning. He has this intention, and I can't stop him." Yao Wenjie put it on her bracelet neatly.

He Sang was fair and slender, and the thick jade bracelet didn't look good on her. "Aunt Yao, I'm young and not noble enough to wear it."

"Nobility is the product of status and the love of a husband. When a woman has status and love, she naturally becomes noble." She stroked He Sang's long hair with a loving look, "Xiao He, it's not just actors who are good at acting in this world. Everyone in the world of Vanity Fair is an actor, everyone is pretending, deceiving their eyes and hearts. Those with great skills have ten thousand ways to make you see what you should see and hear what you should hear. Learn to distinguish between truth and falsehood."

He Sang's heart was choking. "What do you mean?"

"You are smart, down-to-earth, and insightful. Why should I reveal it to you?"

Liang Chihui unexpectedly opened the cabinet door again, revealing his two trouser pockets stuffed with jewelry boxes. Yao Wenji pushed him, "Empty them? Is there anyone who picks jewelry like you?"

"Didn't you agree?" Liang Chihui said innocently.

"I agree that you can pick one or two. Where are you going to purchase the goods?" Yao Wenji pried open his hand, revealing a white pearl ring hidden in the palm of his hand. "You've taken all my top-quality white pearls. This is the last one."

Liang Chihui said solemnly, "If I keep one, it will only make you think about the other Australian whites. It's better not to keep it."

"It's full, yet you're still trying to stuff it in!" Yao Wenji dug into his bulging pockets, seething with anger. "You're even coveting your grandmother's emerald bracelet?"

He said confidently, "Didn't grandma pass it on to you?"

"So what?"

Liang Chihui held the box tightly, not letting go, "Please pass it to her."

"Is it stipulated by law?" Yao Wenji laughed angrily for a long time. She tried to snatch it away. "I didn't believe that he would forget his mother after marrying his wife. Liang Jing is unromantic, the third son has a bad temper, and all the Liang family men's romantic and lustful behavior is concentrated in Liang Yanzhang. Now I think about it, romanticism and lust are not necessarily bad things. They are fickle and stingy with any woman. Ji Xilan has been married to Liang Yanzhang for thirty years. What has she gained? The old house is Liang Jing's, the company is yours, and most of the real estate is in his name. As for money, the Liang family has nothing left. Liang Yanzhang is much more shrewd than you three sons. He has been guarding against women all his life, but you are blackmailing your own mother to please your wife."

He Sang raised his eyelids, glanced at her, and then dropped them again.

——There is nothing left of the Liang family.

Ji Xilan didn’t know, Liang Jing didn’t know, but Yao Wenjie knew.

In recent years, the second branch has been doing its own thing. Yao Wenjie registered a physical factory in Southeast Asia and set up overseas accounts. Liang Chihui swallowed up the family property and conspired to plot against Liang Yanzhang, completely undermining the first and third branches.

Liang Yanzhang trusted Liang Chihui too much, even too conceited.

The older you get, the more experienced you become. Liang Group was founded by him. He would never dream that the little wolf's scheming and tactics had already surpassed his.

Liang Chihui was a good coaxer, so even though the jewelry cabinet was empty, Yao Wenji wasn't too angry. She waved her hand and drove him away, "Get out! Don't hang around in front of me for a week."

He gestured to He Sang to leave the bedroom.

Liang Chihui leaned against the wall, while He Sang leaned on the escalator across from them, a meter apart. Hanging in the small square hall was an old-fashioned lotus lantern. Liang Yanzhang loved it, with its tri-color halo of gold, white, and pink. It was rarely used, mostly with white and orange strips. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, occasionally obscured by clouds. Everything in sight was hazy, and the shadows cast thick, continuous lines across the floor.

He Sang glanced at Liang Chihui's trousers. Yao Wenjie's jewelry was heavy, making his trousers askew, and the edges hung long, covering his slippers.

She broke into laughter and said, "Put it back in Aunt Yao's jewelry cabinet."

"My mother doesn't lack jewelry, she just doesn't have any in the old house."

Liang Chihui pulled out a rectangular box and said, "That wedding dress is suitable for this necklace."

He Sang hesitated for a moment and took it.

He pulled out another square box, "Emerald pendant, to go with the necklace."

"So you stole a set." She took it and planned to send it to Yao Wenjie's cloakroom tomorrow. At least she couldn't accept the heirloom bracelet.

Liang Chihui pulled the boxes one by one and piled them all in He Sang's arms. "If you like, I'll take you to the place under her name. I know the password."

He Sang chuckled and he also laughed out loud.

"If you steal again, Aunt Yao will call the police."

Sister Fang was tidying up the master bedroom when Lao Zheng drove back, carrying a suitcase. "Mrs. Ji has an early morning flight."

"It's only been three days, and she doesn't want to play anymore?"

"Mrs. Ji is out of town celebrating the birthday of an important figure. The birthday banquet is over today."

He Sang stepped on the steps and was about to go down.

Liang Chihui called her and reached out to touch the jade on her wrist. The dark green and pure white intertwined, it was magnificent.

"Have you thought about life after marriage?"

She froze.

"Not necessarily with me, it's just a kind of life." Liang Chihui looked at her hands and bracelets, not at her.

“I never thought…”

"Yeah." He was neither sad nor happy.

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