Chapter 354 I Can’t Breathe
After a long while, he said, "You can go to the study, or come to my room, I will accompany you."
The tension in her heart completely loosened. "Okay."
The door closed, Liang Chihui covered his forehead with his palm, and his heart felt even emptier, as if it had collapsed.
The next day, He Sang got up early. She did choose her bed and didn't sleep well all night.
Liang Chihui left the south-facing master bedroom to her. Logically, it should be many times more comfortable than the west-facing guest room in the old house. Perhaps she was uncomfortable. In short, she had been tormented all night and her head was dizzy.
After breakfast, Liang Chihui went to the basement to exercise, and then returned to his room to take a shower. Two neighbors came over today, whom he specially invited to entertain He Sang.
After all, she couldn't go out and was bored at home.
It seemed that apart from restricting her freedom, he was completely responsive to her requests, giving her everything she asked for, being gentle and considerate, and even turning down the morning meeting.
I just want her to adapt to this place and the life of trial marriage.
He Sang strolled around the villa. At the end of the corridor on the second floor was Liang Chihui's study. She took out a collector's edition of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" from the bookshelf. Liang Chihui must have liked reading it very much. He put more than a dozen bookmarks in it and the pages were curled.
She put this one back and took out another one called "Mysteries of the Universe". Suddenly, the phone on the desk rang.
He Sang took a quick glance and saw that it was a landline phone with an area code from another province.
Of Liang Chihui's out-of-town businesses, only his underground bank remained operational, colluding with Yunhailou's interests and acting very discreetly. At this juncture, Liang Jishen and Zhao Kai were investigating him, and it was impossible for his bank's subordinates to defy the law and call his private residence.
After he succeeded as chairman of the Liang Group, he sold off all the projects in other provinces, which raised objections from the board of directors. The shareholders wanted the Liang Group to expand its territory and even start projects overseas, but he vetoed them.
When there are projects in other provinces, it is inevitable that senior executives will be sent on business trips and social events to learn about some internal information and data. As a result, the secret that the Liang Group is a hollow shell could no longer be concealed.
This call is most likely about an important private matter.
She picked up the conversation and deliberately kept silent.
"Boss, Ms. Ni broke her bones! She jumped from the factory building and I didn't have time to catch her."
He Sang held his breath.
"Xiao Liuzi's aunt is a surgeon, she knows the basics. Mr. Ni's condition requires immediate surgery, otherwise there's a risk of infection and amputation. The factory is too dirty, and there's no disinfectant or medicine."
There was complete silence in the receiver.
The other party noticed something was wrong, "Boss?"
He Sang hung up without saying a word.
Continue flipping through the book.
The phone didn't ring again.
After a while, the nanny came in with a bucket of water and a package of unopened cleaning cloths. "Miss He, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm cleaning."
She squatted down, took out a piece of cloth, soaked it in clean water, and knelt down to wipe the wooden board.
"Auntie, don't you need a machine?"
"I'm not used to using that thing. Sir, the renovation cost over seven million, and I cleaned it myself."
He Sang smiled and opened another copy of Water Margin, reading absentmindedly, "Auntie, where's my cell phone?"
The nanny hesitated, "In the master's study... He told you not to contact the outside world."
"My friend is in confinement after giving birth," He Sang said with a worried look on his face. "She's no longer in touch with her family, and her husband is busy and can't take care of her. I'm worried she'll come looking for me."
Women are the most sympathetic and considerate of women.
This is especially true for pregnant women who are most resonant with the fact that their husbands are irresponsible and their family members do not care about them.
The nanny softened her heart and rubbed her hands on her apron. "My husband will go out this afternoon. When he leaves, you can contact him secretly."
He Sang closed the book and said, "Thank you, Auntie."
At nine o'clock, the distinguished guest invited by Liang Chihui arrived.
One is Mrs. Zheng who lives in Yard No. 12, and the other is Mrs. Lin who lives in Yard No. 5.
Mrs. Zheng's husband invested in a private hospital in Europe and holds controlling stakes in a well-known domestic chain of plastic surgery institutions. He is a well-known figure in the industry. Mrs. Zheng works as a head nurse in a domestic top-level hospital. Her son is a top student at a medical university, majoring in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. The family is a respectable and educated family.
Liang Chihui did not have much contact with people in the medical field. Apart from the vice president who rescued Li Zhen and the chief surgeon of 301 Hospital named Li, there were only Mrs. Zheng and her husband.
Although I don’t have many connections, they are all important ones.
The kind of big names that ordinary people can’t get an appointment with.
Mrs. Lin is a full-time housewife. Her husband is one of the top five elites in the investment banking industry and a big shot in the financial field with an annual salary of over 100 million yuan. Her twin daughters study fine arts, sculpture and cello, and are pursuing master's degrees at art schools abroad. They are considered a new Western-style scholarly family.
Mrs. Zheng is trying to arrange a marriage between her son and Mrs. Lin's eldest daughter.
Everything is going smoothly and if nothing goes wrong, we will be engaged by the end of the year.
Liang Chihui personally invited them to sit down and told the nanny, "Please ask the madam to come downstairs."
"Mr. Liang, you've actually married a wife." Mrs. Zheng looked around the house. There were very few traces of women because they had just started living together and had been slowly infiltrating into each other's world step by step.
"She's my fiancée for now, but we're definitely getting married this year."
"Congratulations in advance, Mr. Liang—" Mrs. Lin looked over Liang Chihui's head and towards the stairs.
He Sang, wearing a dignified and simple white corseted dress, also looked at them.
Mrs. Zheng and Mrs. Lin immediately stood up from the sofa. "Mrs. Liang is as beautiful as her reputation says. She is so pretty."
"Xiao Sang." Liang Chihui stretched out his hand towards her.
He Sang usually dealt with actors or wealthy ladies, either famous or rich, and she had also figured out a set of social procedures. However, the ladies at Bixi Mansion were truly cultured and knowledgeable. They did not talk about beauty, jewelry, male model gossip, but art, social news, or their husbands' work, for fear of making a fool of herself.
He has been standing timidly behind Liang Chihui.
"What's wrong?" He smiled, teasing her and pampering her, "Are you so shy?"
She shook her head and leaned over to Liang Chihui's ear. After listening, he smiled even more and said to Mrs. Zheng and Mrs. Lin, "I'm sorry, Madam, you know your place and don't dare to say much—"
He Sang was horrified and rushed forward to cover his mouth.
Liang Chihui's smile flowed from the bottom of his eyes, and his pronunciation was vague, muffled in her palm, "I can't breathe."
Only then did she let go.
Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Zheng are indeed different from other rich ladies. They don't play mahjong, but go.
Mrs. Zheng is an amateur Go player of the sixth dan dan, while He Sang and Mrs. Lin are novices, barely at the entry level. Liang Chihui crammed for time to learn how to play Go, but He Sang listened with one ear and ignored with the other, and when he picked up the Go pieces, they were already a mess.
Mrs. Zheng observed the chess game while asking Liang Chihui, "Mr. Liang, what is your professional Go dan?"
"I used to be an 8th dan, but later I stopped participating in dan ranking tournaments and my dan was revoked."
He Sang was curious, "Is the eighth stage powerful?"
"The Go champion is a ninth-dan player. Don't you think that's amazing?" Mrs. Zheng exclaimed.
Liang Chihui approached her and said, "If the company goes bankrupt one day, I will become your Go teacher to support you."
The landline in the living room rang at this time. Liang Chihui stood up, confirmed the number, and transferred the call to the study.
"You guys play, I'll excuse myself."
The footsteps gradually faded away on the stairs. He Sang was in a state of confusion. His hand trembled and the chess piece fell into the wrong place. The black pieces were completely eaten by Mrs. Zheng's white pieces.
Mrs. Zheng joked, "Are you trying to find ways to lose to me?"
Mrs. Lin laughed. "Mrs. Liang is the host, and we are the guests. How can she possibly win?"
He Sang was concentrating on listening to the movements in the study. Liang Chihui had the door ajar, and his voice was low and slow, so he couldn't hear anything clearly.
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