Chapter 352 You Throw It Down, I Take It Away
He stepped sideways on the stone steps, wanting to leave but not wanting to, "Is there a place to keep it?"
He Sang subconsciously looked at Liang Chihui.
"There is room." Liang Chihui put his arms around her waist, "I've already bought a lot of pets to please your second sister-in-law. The mansion is very lively, so there's no need to keep it."
Liang Jishen ignored him, his gaze lingering on He Sang's face, desolate and deep. "If you don't want to raise him, I'll take him back to Jinyue Mansion to raise him."
"I..." She grabbed the hem of her skirt, causing it to wrinkle.
He Sang was reluctant to do so, but was afraid of angering Liang Chihui.
What he cared about was not the alpaca, but the lingering old relationship.
"I have a new love, and I can't wait to abandon the old one." Liang Jishen's face was cold and serious, without a trace of warmth. "You throw it away, I'll take it away."
Liang Chihui looked at her without saying a word, grabbing her skirt until the muscles on the back of her hands were tense.
"Do you want to take it with you?" He finally couldn't bear it.
The alpaca jumped to He Sang's feet and was affectionate with her.
"Yes." She gently pulled the golden chain on the alpaca's neck, and the bell tag of "Xiao Sang" rang in the gentle night breeze.
"Hold it."
Liang Chihui relaxed.
Yang Tuo followed He Sang out first. Liang Chihui lit a cigarette with his right hand, held the air outlet with his left hand, and blew out a puff of smoke with his head raised. "Aunt Ji is going abroad, you feel at ease."
The smell of sweat spread from Liang Jishen's T-shirt. He leaned against the glass wall and said, "I don't know."
"Third Brother, we are all foxes with a history of thousands of years. Why bother playing tricks?" Liang Chihui stepped closer to him. "Except Liang Jing, any other member of the Liang family needs my approval before they can leave my sight."
A thin wisp of smoke rose from between their faces and disappeared into the clouds above their heads.
Disappear without a trace.
Liang Jishen still denied it, "I don't know. If you have the ability to stop it, it's up to you."
He said this and walked away.
After Liang Chihui finished smoking the cigarette, he stood there for a moment and then left.
On the way to Bixi Mansion, He Sang held the alpaca, and Liang Chihui said nothing, closing his eyes calmly.
The whole person looked like he was asleep.
She said cautiously, "Chi Hui..."
"Yeah." The man responded.
"Did your uncle blame you?"
Liang Chihui opened his eyes. The carriage was too dark, and his face was blurry. "What are you blaming me for?"
"Mr. Yu from Zhongsheng Group..." He Sang paused, "I've ruined your and Lao San's reputations."
"What reputation do I have?" He chuckled, looking nonchalant. "As long as you don't mind me being a burden to you, I'm glad."
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The car was parked at Bixi Mansion at 1:30 in the morning.
Liang Chihui's Courtyard No. 14 is a new Chinese-style villa located in the center.
Opposite the community is a prince's mansion built during the Jiaqing period, a 3A-level scenic spot. The whole street is quaint and has a rich historical heritage. It is a residential area for middle-level managers of state-owned enterprises, and elites in the medical, educational, and financial securities sectors.
This circle is not considered to be extremely wealthy, but rather "middle-rich and middle-class". It is hard to find anyone with a net worth of tens of billions, and even tens of billions are rare. However, Bixi Mansion is a well-known gathering place for self-made people in Hebei Province. The owners are symbols of connotation, quality, and academic achievements in their respective fields.
Liang Chihui, who has billions of wealth, is one of the richest and most powerful people in this area. He has attracted much attention from senior executives in the financial investment banking circle. If it weren't for the fact that there was no hostess moving into No. 14 Courtyard for a long time, their wives would naturally have come to visit him.
To get on board with Liang Chihui's wife is to get on board with the top business resources in Hebei Province.
He Sang got out of the car and the nanny was waiting for him at the entrance.
Courtyard No. 14 has gray-black rubble, a vermilion stone-carved gate, and a skylight embedded in the roof. The west room is an independent courtyard within a courtyard, with one bedroom and one bathroom. There are two bodyguards guarding it. Begonias are planted in the front yard, and there is an osmanthus corridor in the back yard.
"Miss He, my last name is Su." The nanny came to greet her. "My husband specifically asked me to raise a pond of golden scale fish and a small parrot. You like pets."
He Sang looked around. The square and angular palace garden was filled with hazy silver light. The moon poured down from the cracks in the crabapple tree, floating on the marble tiles, creating shimmering water light.
She stepped over the steps and asked, "Do you usually live alone?"
This dark, mature home decor background gives Liang Chihui an elegant Chinese charm, a retro and gorgeous look that can withstand aftertaste and scrutiny. "There are bodyguards and servants." He took off his suit, "No women."
The nanny accompanied He Sang on a tour of the living room.
She pointed to the wall directly south and said, "Why is this painting unsigned? I can't tell if it's authentic."
"Whose original is this?" Liang Chihui took off his tie and casually hung it on the clothes rack. "Is my inscription worth anything?"
He Sang was surprised. "Did you draw this?"
He walked over and stopped behind her, "Graffiti."
This painting is old, the frame is worn, and the paper is black and yellow. "When did you paint this?"
"Twenty-four, on my birthday."
It was generally acknowledged in the upper class circles that the sons of the Liang and Ye families were well-educated. He Sang only knew that Liang Jing was a top student majoring in diplomacy and Chinese language and literature, and was full of knowledge. He also knew that Liang Jishen had a talent for calligraphy and was proficient in both civil and military affairs, but he did not know that Liang Chihui's Chinese painting was so superb and was in no way inferior to Liang Jishen.
The brushstrokes, color tones, and artistic conception are impeccable.
"Is your teacher's last name Tang?"
"Tang Zhenbang?" Liang Chihui's eyes were filled with loneliness and vicissitudes. "So far, there are only three masters of traditional Chinese painting who have held lectures and exhibitions at the National Exhibition Center, and he is one of them. He has six disciples, and the third one is the youngest. I wanted to learn painting from him, but he refused to accept me."
He Sang frowned, "Why not accept you?"
"Because of my shady background, I've done four paternity tests. My mother is controversial and I'm not considered a celebrity in Beijing circles."
She pursed her lips, feeling an indescribable sour taste, and hesitated for a second, "When is your birthday?"
"What was announced by the outside world is false. The real date is September 26th."
He Sang had heard that the birth dates of the children of the powerful and wealthy were mostly public fake dates, and the real dates were kept secret to prevent persecution by evil forces. This was very prevalent in Southeast Asia, where there were all kinds of magic spells, amulets, and ghosts. The dignitaries adhered to the principle of "it is better to believe it than not to believe it" and were very cautious about the safety of their descendants.
When she came to her senses, Liang Chihui happened to be bending over. She was so close to him that she could even see every strand of his stubble clearly.
He Sang shuddered.
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