Chapter 343 Don’t Make Me Wait Too Long Next Time
In the evening, the family doctor rushed to the old house to apply medicine to Liang Chihui.
He Sang was lying on the chaise longue, reading a magazine. Sister Fang was running back and forth, bringing water and cleaning up medical waste. "Miss He, the second young master is in the second bedroom. Aren't you going to keep him company?"
She said nothing.
Ten minutes later, Sister Fang passed by again and called out, "Auntie Fang, why did the doctor apply the medicine for so long?"
"The second young master has a big bruise on his ribs, and the doctor's applying a plaster." Sister Fang was a servant in the eldest house. She didn't like the second house and couldn't stand it. "The old chairman is beating his son, beating his enemy! How could he be so cruel to his own son..."
Liang Yanzhang's crutch was made of golden nanmu wood, coated with glue and paint. It was hard and sturdy, and a swing with it would hurt his bones.
"Is uncle in the study?"
"In the master bedroom, Madam Ji bought a jade ring, and the old chairman is trying it on."
He Sang put down the magazine and was about to leave when Liang Chihui asked Fang Jie through the door, "Is she hungry?"
"The kitchen is cooking. Miss He rarely eats dinner. I heard from Sister Rong that she's trying to stay in shape."
Liang Chihui straightened his clothes, buttoned his shirt to the top button, straightened his belt, cleared his throat, and knocked gently on the door, "He Sang."
She stopped subconsciously.
"Are you taking a break?"
He Sang tiptoed in and locked the door with a click.
There was dead silence for a second.
Liang Chihui laughed muffledly, "I'm sorry, I was reckless and kissed you without asking for your permission. I have to go out for a social event and need to bring my family with me."
She stared at the floor. "What kind of socializing?"
"Zhongyuan Group's annual meeting, dinner at 7 o'clock, at the New Century Restaurant."
It's half past five.
"Is it too late?"
Liang Chihui looked at his watch and said, "Leave immediately and arrive in an hour."
There was no movement from the door, so he lowered his eyes. "Don't force me, I'll go by myself."
He Sang stroked the lock core with her fingertips. Liang Chihui treated her very well. This time, for Liang Jishen, she bribed Song's mother to go to Liang Group to make trouble. Liang Chihui not only followed her wishes, but also did not say a word of blame.
He coaxed and cared for her. There was thunder and lightning in the afternoon. He knew he was afraid of thunder, so he hurried home to take care of her.
He was obviously extremely angry, but still didn't want to break up. If he gave in one step, he would give in the second and third steps endlessly.
He Sang is determined to get to the bottom of He Jinping's death, but one thing is for sure, it is her current duty to be a decent and harmonious couple with Liang Chihui.
She opened the door.
"You're not angry anymore?" Liang Chihui's voice was gentle but powerful. "You're still blaming me, right?"
He Sang shook his head, "I don't blame you."
"No wonder you're avoiding me?"
“I didn’t hide…”
His hands naturally fell to his sides, and he lowered his head to look at her, "Are you scared because your father hit me?"
He Sang finally nodded.
Liang Chihui was happy, "I can withstand a beating, why should I be scared?"
Silence again.
It was a stormy time. After Liang Yanzhang slapped him twice, he accidentally smashed a vase with his crutch, and the study was shaking like an earthquake. When He Sang went over, she saw Liang Yanzhang's aggressive look and instantly forgot what had happened in the guest room. She instinctively blocked the crutch.
At this moment, rationality returned.
I remembered the scene of him forcibly kissing me.
Don't be so awkward.
"I promise I'll kiss you again if you agree next time." Liang Chihui apologized sincerely.
After a long while, He Sang walked out of the room.
Liang Chihui followed, "We can't wait too long."
She paused, "What do you mean too long?"
"next time."
He Sang pursed his lips.
No reply.
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The New Century Restaurant is located at 130 Lingxiao Road in the South District.
This is a magnificent Western-style restaurant with the city’s iconic building, the pendulum clock, on its roof.
The French building built in 1923, gilded with bronze, emits an old golden light at dusk.
Liang Chihui arrived late, and the Zhongyuan Group's etiquette team had already left the check-in area. The public relations manager personally came downstairs to greet them, "The CEOs of Zhonghai and Zhongsheng Group are here. They are at table 1, and you are at table 2."
It is the unspoken rule in the market that provincial enterprises are one level higher than private enterprises.
"Is Ji Shen here?"
"Vice President Liang is not here, but Vice President Jiang is. His secretary has notified him and he'll be here around nine o'clock."
Vice President Liang.
In the afternoon, it was publicly announced that he would be demoted one level but retained, and his title was immediately changed.
Everyone in the powerful and wealthy is sharp-eyed and good at dealing with people.
Coming out of the elevator, the banquet hall was brightly lit.
He Sang glanced at Liang Chihui.
For upper-class men, being ugly is a sign of inner quality; being bald is a sign of supreme intelligence; being overweight is a sign of wealth; being thin is a sign of cleanliness and self-discipline; being tired and listless is a sign of being overwhelmed with work; and teasing subordinates is a sign of sharing joy with the people. In short, this world is all about money and influence. The more influence, the more money. Even if a man is flawed from head to toe, there will still be a bunch of people who fabricate his strengths and flatter him.
He Sang nudged him with his elbow and said, "The red handprint on your face means you are rosy-cheeked and look pretty even in old age."
The scene was too noisy, Liang Chihui couldn't hear clearly and leaned over slightly.
She repeated, "Do you believe it?"
"What do you believe in?"
“They’ll praise you like that.”
"I don't believe it." Liang Chihui seemed to be thinking about it. "The slap mark is embarrassing. They understand the ways of the world and will turn a blind eye to it."
"Oh, Mr. Liang—" Before he could finish his words, several businessmen in suits and ties came to greet Liang Chihui. They were surprised at first and looked at each other. One of the ladies didn't brake in time and exclaimed, "Mr. Liang's face..."
The atmosphere suddenly froze.
The experienced businessman immediately smoothed things over, "The Liang Group is thriving, and Mr. Liang is a man of great achievements, and he is even more prosperous."
The lady came back to her senses and jokingly agreed, "As for men, they become more interesting after years of aging. Mr. Liang is now in his prime and full of vigor."
"We'll all grow old one day." Liang Chihui didn't care and walked to table number 2.
The rich businessman stroked the few hairs on his head and said, "We are old and have sparse hair, but Mr. Liang is old and still looks young." They laughed.
Liang Chihui was startled and looked at He Sang.
"I am He Banxian." She raised her eyebrows.
He laughed out loud.
Chairman Zhang of Zhang Group was on an inspection tour in another city. The billion-dollar project consumed all his energy and he had no time to spare. It was General Manager Wang who attended Zhongyuan's annual meeting on his behalf.
"Director Liang, is the Third Young Master in trouble?"
Liang Chihui sat down and responded indifferently, "It's a minor problem, solved."
President Wang winked. "Old Zhang and Old Jiang belong to the same faction, with students scattered across government agencies across the country. They're deeply entrenched and command the support of hundreds. Wouldn't it be easy for them to protect the Third Young Master? The Third Young Master is their last, most cherished student, personally trained and taught them everything they've learned. I've heard that if the Third Young Master hadn't resigned, and Old Zhang had nominated him to succeed him after his retirement, Third Young Master Liang would have ascended to Old Zhang's position before he was even forty. How prestigious and distinguished would he have been, two levels higher than Secretary Liang."
Liang Chihui slowly peeled a shrimp and placed it on He Sang's plate without saying a word.
"Boss Wang, when you said 'protecting Young Master San is as easy as pie,' do you mean that Young Master San is guilty and that the teacher is shielding him?" He Sangruxia had a rhinitis attack, and her voice was sweet and tender, but her anger was swelling. "Secretary Liang is in charge of petitions in Changning District. He's a recognized Justice Bao. If you have evidence, report Young Master San. Secretary Liang will never show favoritism. If you don't have evidence, don't talk nonsense. You'll suffer retribution for your words."
Mr. Wang choked and was visibly embarrassed.
Liang Chihui wiped the oil off his fingertips, his face calm and composed, yet with a hint of gloom, "He said, Third Brother, why are you so excited?"
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