Chapter 350 I am willing to be deceived by you
"Ni Hong?"
Liang Chihui leaned against the lamppost. The sky was foggy. He smoked silently, ignoring everything.
"Isn't that ridiculous? Ni Hong's disappearance, with no witnesses, isn't a heinous crime. The Municipal Bureau shouldn't waste so much police resources on a mere case of defamation. The person involved apologizes, the victim forgives, and they reconcile. How simple is that?" Zhao Kai sucked his teeth. "Your second brother is a master at hide-and-seek. His counter-reconnaissance skills are just as good as yours. He's already deployed everything and wiped it out completely. He can't hurt his foundation."
"Since it's Ni Hong, she hired someone to slander me."
Zhao Kai collapsed exhausted on the sofa in his office. "Song He's mother's confession is that you applied to the provincial government to search Yunhailou twice this year. Yunhailou is for entertaining important people. Important people hate it most when the place is not peaceful. If they don't feel comfortable playing, they will directly change places. You cut off their source of income. Ni Hong hates you and wants to punish you. Is that reasonable?"
Liang Jishen hung up without saying a word.
To the north of Lingxiao Road is Furong Street. The long street is full of strange lights, with fleeting lights on one side and invisible swords and shadows on the other.
Liang Chihui stood there, raised his cigarette, gestured to him, then put it out, threw it into the trash can, bent down, sat in the car, and drove away.
The car turned around and drove into an alley.
A Nissan van parked in the corner and flashed its lights.
A man in black came down hurriedly, "Boss."
Liang Chihui lowered the car window.
"I contacted a smuggler at the border. There are three routes to Southeast Asia. One is by sea into Myanmar, which costs one million per person. Local documents are all included, and a mark is placed on the sole of the shoe, so the Burmese patrol will let you through. One is to disguise yourself as a tourist and enter Vietnam, which costs 500,000 per person. The Vietnamese checkpoint has a group of people passing through every Saturday, but there's no guarantee of safety and you might be deported. The other is by land, where you're stuffed in a truck container, which costs 300,000 per person, and there's no guarantee of survival."
He Sang looked at the wild pigeons on the roof outside the window and ignored this side.
"By sea." Liang Chihui lowered his voice. "Money is not a problem. Lao San's former colleague is at the border. If he says hello, the checkpoint will be strictly guarded. I'll add another million, a total of two million, and I will definitely send Ni Hong out of the country."
The shorter man nodded, "I understand. Where's Tong Da?"
"Send it to the provinces."
"The Third Young Master and Zhao Kai are fighting against Tong Da to death. It's hard to send him away."
Liang Chihui gave him a cold look.
The short man was at his wit's end. "I'll try to arrange it."
The van drove out of the alley and disappeared into the night.
Assistant Fan played a classic Cantonese song and then raised the baffle.
"Things have been unsettled lately, so don't contact the outside world." Liang Chihui stroked his watch, his eyes fixed on He Sang's phone.
Her heart skipped a beat. "Here are you going out?"
"Not yet."
He Sang understood, "Chi Hui, are you going to put me under house arrest?"
"What are you thinking about?" He chuckled and held her hand. "Duan Zhiguo will leave at noon the day after tomorrow. He might take revenge. As for Ni Hong and Tong Da, their whereabouts are currently unknown. I'm worried that they might hurt you. This kidnapping situation must not happen again."
"Aren't Ni Hong and Tong Da in your hands?"
"Really?" Liang Chihui moved closer to her, his breath hitting her neck, moist and powerful, "Did I hear correctly?"
He Sang raised his head, his eyes were as deep as the ocean at the bottom of the sea, with no end in sight.
She smiled and said, "I must have heard it wrong."
"It's okay." Liang Chihui brushed the hair away from her ears. "It doesn't matter if you hear or say something wrong around me. But don't cause trouble with Liang Jing and the third brother."
He Sang curled his fingers and said, "Hmm."
......
Ji Xilan and Liang Yanzhang had a big argument, and it was almost midnight, but the lights in the living room were still on.
Sister Rong held a bowl of bird's nest and passed by the guest room. She found He Sang tidying up the wardrobe, the floor and the bed, which were in a mess.
Liang Chihui was also sorting out the magazines in the drawers and on the terrace.
"I remember you choosing your bed."
He Sang dismantled the hanger, folded the skirt, and packed it in the suitcase. "A little..."
"Bring the pillows and blankets over and move the bed tomorrow."
Sister Rong was clever and deliberately made a noise, alarming Sister Fang in the nanny's room on the first floor. Sister Fang heard the clanging and banging on the second floor and ran up. She was baffled by the scene and asked, "Second Young Master, are you on a business trip?"
"Move back to Bixi Mansion."
"Moving overnight?" Sister Fang was surprised. "That's too hasty. Why not move tomorrow morning?"
He Sang grabbed the armrest of the suitcase and leaned her back against the wall. The light from the desk lamp was faint, and there was a faint shadow under her eyelids.
"Sister Fang, where's my medicine?" Yao Wenji stood at the stairs. "Did the second brother come home?"
Sister Fang gave a wink and left the guest room with Sister Rong.
"What are you doing packing your luggage?" Yao Wenji walked up to the second floor and looked around. "Are you not living in the old house anymore?"
"I don't live here anymore." Liang Chihui loosened his shirt collar, and he smelled heavily of alcohol. "Bixi Mansion has been empty for a long time, and the old house is crowded. He Sang is not comfortable living here."
Yao Wenjie looked at He Sang. She looked absent-minded and not very willing.
"I'm moving to a manor in the suburbs later this month. Xiao He, please live with me in the manor."
He Sang was about to go down the slope when Liang Chihui stopped him midway. "She's staying with you, and what about me?"
Yao Wenji pretended not to understand what he meant, "You don't need a room. There are two in the south bedroom."
"I'm not going." Liang Chihui zipped up the suitcase and handed it to Assistant Fan. "The manor is too far from the company. I'll take He Sang with me to accompany you on my weekend break."
He had made up his mind, so Yao Wenji didn't say much. "Have you moved out of the old house completely and reported it to your father?"
Liang Chihui stood straight, his eyes fixed on He Sang. "Father and Aunt Ji were arguing fiercely. I didn't look for them because they were angry."
Yao Wenji frowned, "What about the third brother?"
He Sang's chest was like a colander, leaking air inch by inch and deflated.
"The third one knows."
Yao Wenjie wanted to ask more questions, but she didn't because He Sang was present.
After Sister Rong finished packing, Assistant Fan loaded the boxes one by one into the trunk of the Bentley. As He Sang was coming downstairs, Sister Rong grabbed her skirt and said, "Second Master, I hand-sewn a hot water bottle. It gets cold in the north in early October and warms up in late March. Let Miss He take it."
Liang Chihui was impatient, "It's only May, it's not used yet."
"I'm afraid I've forgotten..." Sister Rong pleaded, "Miss He has a cold body. Warming your stomach during your period can help relieve the discomfort. It's easy. I'll get it right away. You can take it away."
She rushed to the storage room.
The wind blew through the skylight in the corridor, causing the curtains to flutter. He Sang returned to the guest room. "At the banquet tonight, you said that as long as you weren't too stupid, you wouldn't be fooled by me."
Liang Chihui followed her into the house and left the door ajar. "What's going on?"
"I have deceived people before, and I succeeded."
It turned out that she was stubborn and thought she looked down on her.
He suddenly laughed, "Who are you kidding?"
"A man who is not stupid, but smart and wise."
"A man?" Liang Chihui turned sideways and looked at her.
"Both men and women."
He picked up the water glass on the dresser and took a sip, cleaning the taste of cigarettes and alcohol from his mouth. "The man is me, and the woman is my mother, right?"
He Sang shook his head, "You don't know the person I'm talking about."
"I was just joking with you." Liang Chihui stepped closer to her, reaching out to gently wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Whether I know that person or not, if he is smart and wise, it's not that you succeeded in deceiving him, but that he was willing to be deceived by you."
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