Chapter 355 Worried that she had fallen in love with Liang Chihui
Mrs. Lin took advantage of He Sang's distraction and ate six more black seeds. "Mrs. Liang, have you ordered your wedding dress?"
He Sang came back to his senses and said, "It was...Chi Hui who ordered it."
"A French brand, right?"
She randomly placed a chess piece, her eyes wandering as she paid attention to the study, "I don't know where the brand is specifically."
"He's a European Gold Award-winning designer. The design fee alone is $100,000. Mr. Liang is very generous in doting on his wife."
"One hundred thousand US dollars?" He Sang was stunned.
Mrs. Lin was accustomed to this. "It's a brand. They sell design and style, and they charge a high premium. Mr. Liang doesn't lack money. He buys with his heart."
He Sang said nothing.
Liang Chihui was very generous with his money on her, more generous than any other man in her circle. Lin Min, Cui Manli, Su Su, the most money-making women she knew, had worked for years but still couldn't get enough to buy a white pearl necklace.
No wonder Liang Jishen no longer trusts her.
Women are more or less vain. Liang Chihui gave her open love and glory, and he had no scruples about it.
Unlike Liang Ji, who was strictly restricted, the province would warn him if he became too ostentatious or extravagant.
Liang Chihui could spend millions on a wedding dress and tens of millions on a wedding, but Liang Jishen couldn't. Even if he spent the Liang family's money, the outside world would misrepresent that he earned ill-gotten gains.
His wife was destined to live a simple and peaceful life, and could not indulge in luxury and extravagance in her daily life; Liang Chihui's wife loved to play whatever she wanted, dressing up like a butterfly in the social scene and casually wearing jewelry worth hundreds of millions.
No matter how confident a man is, or how loyal a woman is, they cannot escape the oppression and temptation of money.
Liang Jishen was worried that she had fallen in love with Liang Chihui.
In the study, Liang Chihui stood by the window, the telephone line wrapped around the corner of the table and stretched to the terrace. "Morning?"
"Half past eight."
"I'm running in the garden."
The short man felt uneasy, "Miss He knows that Mr. Ni and Mr. Tong are in the suburban factory."
"It's okay." Liang Chihui was much calmer. "There are sixteen cities and sixty-four suburbs in Ji Province. There are abandoned factories in every suburb. She knows it's a suburb, but she doesn't know the address."
"Zhao Kai secretly issued an arrest warrant, detaining and interrogating Tong Da. It's very unlikely he'll be able to leave the province." There was a sound of things being thrown from the short man's side, mixed with Ni Hong's groans. Liang Chihui held the handle in one hand and lit a cigarette with the other. "How is her injury?"
"After a night of tossing and turning, the wound became inflamed and festered."
Liang Chihui was silent for a few seconds. "Send it to a clinic in the suburbs for disinfection and bandaging. I'll try to arrange for a doctor from the city to perform the surgery."
He was about to hang up when the short man stopped him, "The old chairman withdrew 150 million from an underground bank."
"Aren't you frozen?"
"It's frozen." The short man was worried. "But the old chairman is withdrawing the money himself. The manager doesn't dare to refuse, and neither do I."
Smoke filled the air, covering the floor-to-ceiling windows. The crabapple blossoms in the courtyard, after yesterday's violent storm, were gradually withering, their petals covering the ground. Liang Chihui's gaze was fixed on a single point, his voice dark and eerie. "Block the sub-account, and have him contact me."
The short man felt something was wrong. "For a mere 150 million, are you going to turn against the old chairman?"
"He didn't want 150 million, he was testing the account ownership of the bank. Originally, the main account was under his name, and I was the sub-account. I changed the account owner last year. Now that the truth is exposed, he must have transferred all of it before immigrating." Liang Chihui was holding a cigarette, and the smoke became thicker and thicker, engulfing his entire face.
"You should be wary of Miss He."
Liang Chihui held the phone in his hand, and veins bulged across his wrist.
"She's right under my nose and poses no threat."
The short man opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.
Ni Hong advised him too many times, but to no avail.
Even the most popular person in Yunhai Tower failed to change his mind, let alone the other subordinates.
At the beginning, the backbones around Liang Chihui thought that he was playing a counter-espionage scheme. The Third Young Master's woman threw herself into his arms. It was either a beauty trap planned by the Third Young Master, or He Sang was greedy for material things by nature. No matter which one it was, he would go along with it and not lose out.
Until he and Ni Hong fell out.
Even without considering the friendship they had shared for more than ten years, they vaguely realized that the situation was out of control.
Liang Chihui lost control of the third young master's woman, putting everything into fatal unknown danger.
Xiao Liuzi parked the van at the entrance of the factory. Two bodyguards carried Ni Hong downstairs together, and the short man hung up the phone.
Liang Chihui finished smoking the cigarette while leaning against the railing. Mrs. Lin's teasing voice came from the living room, "Mrs. Liang, the great military advisor, is away. Look how distracted Mrs. Liang is."
"You guys are good at chess, but you teamed up to bully me because I'm a newbie." He Sang said in a low voice, looking very pitiful.
"Mrs. Liang, please be kind. You are bullying me. Mr. Lin is in trouble. His company's business overlaps with the Liang Group."
"Then I'll deliberately lose later..."
Liang Chihui put out his cigarette and walked out of the study.
"Win or lose?"
He Sang looked at him. He looked calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.
"Mrs. Liang lost." Mrs. Zheng put away the chess cup. "She lost two of my pieces."
Liang Chihui sat back in his original position, wrapping his arms around He Sang along with the back of the chair. His dry and hot body temperature burned through her thin clothes, warming her and making her restless.
"Can't win even a single piece?"
"I'm an amateur 0th dan, and Mrs. Zheng is a 6th dan. Mrs. Lin is lying. She says she's a novice, but she's actually on par with Mrs. Zheng. How could I possibly beat them—"
"What do you mean by zero dan? Is there a zero dan?" Liang Chihui laughed helplessly, "Did I teach you in vain? You've been cramming so many moves."
He Sang sat up straight without revealing a word, and pulled out of his arms, "So you have to be there and give me some advice."
Mrs. Zheng cleaned up the chessboard and handed it to Mrs. Lin, who watched the game from the side.
Liang Chihui's chess skills were extremely superb. In each game, he gave up three pieces, and Mrs. Zheng and Mrs. Lin were defeated and had no advantage at all.
Mrs. Lin lost an ancient gold bracelet to He Sang, and Mrs. Zheng won and lost, so it was a draw.
These highly educated ladies don't like to play with money. They just try to make a small prize, such as a bracelet worth thirty or forty thousand yuan, just for the sake of showing their appreciation.
Nearing noon, He Sang went to the kitchen to make soup. Mrs. Lin was an excellent baker. When she was newly married, she had opened a cake shop in another city, and sales were booming. Then she got pregnant and had no time to run it. If she had run it now, it would probably have become a chain. He Sang and her studied sugar-free cakes, and smiled and told Liang Chihui, "I've learned how to bake. Your future breakfast is settled."
He came in and took a look around. "Burning down the house?"
He Sang turned his back and ignored him.
Liang Chihui leaned over to her and coaxed her, "It doesn't matter if the house burns down, just remember to bring the cake out, it's more precious than the house."
"Am I that stupid?" She tilted her head. "Is it impossible not to burn the house down?"
He chuckled, "I hope not."
"It's an electric stove." He Sang pointed to the built-in oven under the closet. "It's not gas. What are you burning?"
Liang Chihui laughed even harder, "Can I taste your burnt cakes after get off work?"
"Yes..." She reacted, scooped a spoonful of cold water from the sink and splashed it on Liang Chihui.
He stepped back quickly, but still got splashed. His shirt was limp and stuck to his chest, revealing his bulging muscles and bones.
Liang Chihui turned sideways, avoiding Mrs. Lin and went out, "You're making trouble again."
She looked up and he stopped at the stairs, "You got it wet, you fix it."
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