Chapter 351 Did He Force You
Liang Chihui's hands were cold, with a slight chill.
Sister Fang and Sister Rong are lifelong nannies. They are efficient at their work and are busy but never noisy. The huge old house is so quiet that you can even hear their breathing.
"You have a scar on your forehead?"
His cufflinks were unbuttoned, and his sleeves were a little wide, the edge of which brushed against her brow. She closed her eyes and said, "I knocked on it."
Liang Chihui rubbed the scar with his fingertips. The scar was slightly white. It was not caused recently. "How long has it been here?"
"I got it at the theater at the beginning of the year."
"Cui—" he recalled, "Cui Manli."
He Sang was surprised, "You remember her?"
"I bully you often, don't I?"
She nodded, then shook her head, "I was the heroine of 'Shanghai Bund', snatching away Cui Manli's Feng Chengcheng."
"There is no such thing as robbery in the world. The strong are strong because they plunder whatever they set their eyes on. The weak are weak because they are not strong enough to keep what belongs to them." Liang Chihui stroked her cheek, which was warm and soft, like a lily bud about to bloom.
"Whether it's the Third Brother who fought for the position or you who fought for it yourself, it's all your ability. Acting skills and audience appeal are abilities, but attracting a powerful man to love and cherish you, and to pave the way for you, is even more of an ability."
He Sang stared at him through his palm.
Liang Chihui also stared at her, "What the third brother can do, I will try my best to do, and what he can't do, I can do as well."
"I don't lack jewelry..." She sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "Don't steal anymore."
He was stunned, then laughed, "In your eyes, apart from stealing jewelry, what else can I do?"
"I can do it." He Sang lowered his head.
Liang Chihui wanted to tease her, "For example?"
She thought about it for a moment, "Like stealing jewelry."
He Sang was smart. As soon as she finished speaking, she dodged and Liang Chihui failed to catch her.
"You're being mean, aren't you?"
She tiptoed and trotted, leaning on the escalator. Liang Chihui had a good temper after all, so he smiled and didn't argue with her.
"Sister Rong, have you found the hot water bottle?"
Sister Rong peeked in from the first floor. "Have a bowl of midnight snack first. There's porridge and soup in the kitchen. I'll get them right away."
"Don't look for it anymore." Liang Chihui was impatient. "It's too late to go back."
"Second Young Master!" Sister Rong hurriedly stopped him, "Director Liang has calmed down. Please go to the study."
He Sang knew very well that Sister Rong was stalling for time until Liang Jishen came back. This superficial trick could not fool the shrewd Liang Chihui.
"Are you waiting for someone?" Liang Chihui pointed out, "Waiting for the third brother?"
Sister Rong laughed awkwardly, "The Third Young Master has indeed informed us that he will go home and sleep tonight."
"You should consider your own status clearly. A servant is a servant and a master is a master. It is not the servant's turn to block the master's way." Liang Chihui's face darkened. He has always been a gentleman and rarely embarrassed women. Sister Rong's presumptuous cleverness angered him.
"He Sang, go back to the mansion." Liang Chihui walked down the stairs with a chill in his voice.
The study door opened at this moment, and a figure passed by. Liang Yanzhang was leaning on a cane, coughing and calling out to him, "Second brother, come here."
He Sang stood aside, not knowing whether to leave or not.
He and Sister Rong looked at each other in surprise.
"Didn't you take a rest?" Liang Chihui stopped.
"I have something important to tell you." Liang Yanzhang said this, opened the door and returned to the house.
Liang Chihui's face became increasingly gloomy. After a long while, he walked past He Sang and went straight into the study.
Several suitcases stood in the corner, and the desk was neatly tidied. Liang Yanzhang, wearing a pair of reading glasses, leaned against the back of the sofa and flipped through his passport. "I'm going to Malaysia to settle down. I'll leave in three days."
"Settling down?" Liang Chihui squinted at him, "Aren't you planning to go to Hainan?"
"There's no peace in China. I have so many friends and clients, and I can't avoid them anywhere. They use the excuses of drinking tea, playing ball, and visiting me to improve their connections. I promised to help them, but I'm causing you trouble." Liang Yanzhang finished packing his handbag and let out a long sigh. "Remember, play safe, don't rush. I'm confident you'll manage the Liang Group, and I'll retire and enjoy my life."
Liang Chihui remained silent.
The old fox noticed something.
Choose to sacrifice the car to save the king.
The sub-account of the underground bank is Liang Yanzhang's account, and he is most likely going to flee abroad with the money.
Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs.
What a good way to sacrifice a pawn to protect yourself.
"I'll take you to the airport personally." Liang Chihui said in a low-key manner.
Liang Yanzhang waved his hand. "Why are you making such a fuss? Xilan will accompany me abroad. Once I've settled things there, she can come back."
"Aunt Ji, are you coming together?"
"She's crying and shouting that she wants to go, let her go." Liang Yanzhang frowned irritably.
Liang Chihui didn't say anything, but he had an idea in his mind.
It’s the third one again.
Ji Xilan went there to monitor Liang Yanzhang and to extricate himself from the Liang family's turmoil.
The third brother planned to fight with him without any worries.
......
He Sang went to the backyard to see the little alpaca.
The alpaca was lying in a furry nest, which she had bought online. It was a large beige nest. The alpaca loved it and was rolling around happily.
She squatted down and combed the alpaca's hair. Ji Xilan hated animals. Weng Qiong was a mysophobe when he was alive, so Fang Jie also hated it. It was always He Sang who cleaned it and fed it, and occasionally took it for a walk once or twice. The alpaca smelled the familiar scent of her clothes, licked her hand, and fell asleep again.
"Did he force you to move?"
The sudden sound startled He Sang.
She stood up suddenly, and her head felt dizzy from the suddenness of her movements. She fell straight down. The man held her shoulders with his arms, "Did Liang Chihui force you to live with him?"
There was no light in the yard, and it was pitch black.
A ray of light seeped into the living room from the floor-to-ceiling door, enveloping Liang Jishen. His outline was dim, and he vaguely wore the same blue shirt and white pants he had worn at the Zhongyuan Group's annual meeting, and there was an extremely strong smell of cigarettes.
"He didn't force me. He never forced me to do anything."
Liang Jishen stood with his back to the door, facing the dim light of the living room, his whole body falling into a silent darkness.
"Are you doing this voluntarily?" He clenched his fist so hard that it made her wrist tingle.
He Sang glanced at the door. Liang Chihui was hidden behind the curtains. She lowered her eyes and said, "We were supposed to move last month. I'm not used to being alone with him."
"Have you gotten used to it this month?" Liang Jishen suppressed his tone, but he couldn't control himself at all. The fire burning in his chest was devouring and burning him alive. A spasmodic feeling of suffocation made his internal organs twitch and tremble with pain. He couldn't believe it. "I desperately investigated the cause of your father's death, gambling my future, safety, and family. What are you doing?"
He Sang didn't move.
The spasm in his heart made Liang Jishen sweat all over, his T-shirt soaked with sweat, and his fingernails almost dug into her flesh.
Liang Chihui’s title of “One of the Four Young Masters of Hebei Province” is not undeserved.
Even Zhou Kun, who has such good conditions, is inferior to him and ranks fourth. How can any woman resist him?
As time goes by, if you keep doing something, it will eventually become unstable.
Emotions are the least controlled by reason.
"Third brother, you've been holding on to your second sister-in-law for so long, isn't it time to let go of her?"
Liang Chihui opened the curtains, came out of the living room, and pulled He Sang over. His expression was calm but sharp. "Fortunately, there are no outsiders here. You are the younger brother-in-law, so you have to be careful. The relationship between uncle and sister-in-law is sensitive. If you are not careful, it will be misunderstood, and your second sister-in-law will be embarrassed."
He rubbed He Sang's bruised wrist and said, "Third brother, if you are rude to your second sister-in-law in the future, your second brother will not forgive you."
He Sang tugged at Liang Chihui's sleeve and said, "I couldn't stand steadily, so he helped me up."
"Yeah?"
She nodded.
Liang Chihui smiled again, "Thank you very much, Third Brother."
As they passed by, Liang Jishen reminded, "Take the alpaca."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
