Chapter 362: Drugging
"Tell the club's manager that I'll be there in half an hour and that they're not allowed to do anything wrong."
Maybe He Yan was having too much fun and taking random photos. Liang Chihui was nominally a man with a fiancée, and many of his colleagues even speculated that they had obtained a marriage certificate. He chose an auspicious time to make the news public, and his "cheating" drama would surely cause a sensation in the city. There were many people on the board of directors who were dissatisfied with him and supported Liang Jing. If they took advantage of the situation to attack and boycott him, his position as chairman would be in jeopardy.
It became even more difficult for He Sang to find out the group's secrets.
As long as Liang Chihui is in power, there will always be another chance when he becomes slack.
She hung up, took a bodyguard, and headed straight to the Lijiang Club in Jiangbei District.
When we arrived at room 301, the manager had already taken control of the situation.
The words of the future Mrs. Liang are more effective than those of the drunk Chairman Liang.
He Sang glanced at the seven women in the box. They were not flashy or of bad origin. They were employees of the Liang Group's secretariat. He Yan sat on the main sofa next to Liang Chihui. She was not sure if she was pretending or if she was guilty and afraid, so she hung her head and shrank.
"He Zhu." He Sang just called her.
He Yan shuddered and slowly stood up, "Mrs. Liang..."
"You invited Director Liang?"
"Tomorrow is my birthday... Two close colleagues are leaving, so tonight we're having both a birthday party and a farewell party." He Yan lowered her eyes and looked at Liang Chihui. "President Liang specially..."
Liang Chihui's face flushed slightly, and he closed his eyes without saying a word.
The club's manager bowed respectfully and reminded, "Second Young Master, the Madam is here to take you home."
He didn't respond.
He Yan was about to sit down when He Sang raised his voice, "Did I agree that you can sit down?"
She was afraid to move for a moment.
Liang Chihui finally reacted. He opened his eyes and stared at He Sang.
So bland, so bland that there are no waves or emotions.
Like a dead sea.
A sense of intimidation without joy or anger.
The manager stepped aside, holding his breath, fearing that he would be in trouble.
"Are you from the secretariat?" He Sang looked around.
The female employees stood up and said, "Yes..."
"How long is your service?"
They looked at each other, "Three years..."
"Eight months..."
"A year and a half."
"He Zhu has only been here for half a month, and she's quite popular. You have plenty of veteran employees, but not only do you not exclude the new employees, you're even so kind as to host their birthday party." He Sang smiled. "What's your motivation? Are you trying to curry favor with her so she can help you in the future?"
He Yan's eyes sparkled with tears, "Mrs. Liang... I'm not that kind of person..."
"What kind of person are you? I have my own judgment. Are you educating me?"
She felt wronged and asked Liang Chihui for help.
Liang Chihui picked up the red wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp. His tie hung loosely in front of him, and he looked cool and unrestrained, without saying a word.
"Happy birthday, He Zhu. I'll make up your gift another day."
He Sang said this in a neutral tone, and he and the bodyguard helped Liang Chihui out of the club and got into the car. He leaned against the back of the chair, and the alcohol was surging in his body, stimulating him to feel hot and his clothes were torn.
Assistant Fan carried the cake box and carefully examined He Sang's face, "Ms. He..."
"Where have you been?"
"Director Liang asked me to order a cake... When an employee toasted him, he knocked over He Yan's cake. What's a birthday without a cake?"
He Sang glanced at Liang Chihui and said nothing.
She didn't pursue the matter any further. Assistant Fan sighed, handed the cake to the club's security guard, and returned to the driver's seat. "Shall we go back to Bixi Mansion?"
"Send her back to the mansion, and I'll go back to the old house." Liang Chihui was a little confused. The car shook, and he fell towards He Sang, then quickly pulled away from her.
Strange and cold.
"You go back to the old house. Aunt Yao asks why you don't go back to the mansion. How can I explain it?"
Liang Chihui rubbed his nose bridge and said nothing.
"It was you who wanted to move into the mansion, but you moved back to the old house. Aunt Yao didn't ask, so where is my uncle, Sister Fang, and Sister Rong?" He Sang reached out to take off his suit. The smell of alcohol on him was so strong that it choked her, as if alcohol had been spilled on her clothes.
He waved his hand away and asked, "Who notified you to come here?"
"My colleague."
Liang Chihui took off his suit and tie by himself. There was a large patch of red frost on his chest, his breathing was heavy, and his body temperature was burning.
"What kind of wine did He Yan force you to drink?" He Sang sensed something was wrong. "Assistant Fan, hurry back to the private room. I need to test Chi Hui's wine glass."
Assistant Fan turned the car around and parked at the entrance of the club. He Sang said again, "Bring me a bottle of ice water."
Liang Chihui remained silent, his fair face becoming increasingly red, beads of sweat on his forehead continued to flow down along his ears and the corners of his eyes, gathering at his jaw, as if he had been washed with water.
Suddenly, his heavy weight pressed down on her, and He Sang felt dizzy. The next second, the buttons on her chest were bitten open, and the hot breath sprayed on her skin. A soft and wet feeling penetrated her bones like an electric shock. She knew it was Liang Chihui's lips and tongue. She trembled and pushed the man away.
"Chi Hui...wake up!" He Sang moved his head away with difficulty. His pupils were bloodshot and glowing red, which startled her.
Even though He Sang had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.
The wine is definitely not clean.
Cui Manli had previously wanted to take on a commercial performance and secretly attended a drinking party without telling the theater. She went alone, and the investor had bad intentions. If her driver had not been alert and went upstairs to check on her, she would have suffered a great loss that night.
After being rescued, she stayed in the hospital for two days. She described herself as having a burning appetite, being listless, and having a high fever of 40 degrees.
My colleagues in the theater were so scared that they even stopped attending serious business dinners.
"Chi Hui, go to the hospital and get an IV drip, you'll feel better." He Sang stroked his back, trying to calm the fury in his body. He kissed her passionately, from chest to neck through the thin shirt. His hard stubble pricked her, and she pushed harder, arching her knees and hitting his lower abdomen. Probably hurting him, he frowned and turned over to lie flat.
He Sang took the opportunity to break free.
The rain in the evening was very light, just a sudden cloud. It stopped as soon as the ground was wet.
The streets were foggy.
At the end, a bus with a city bureau license plate was heading towards this side.
The driver was Zhao Kai, who honked his horn rapidly as he weaved through traffic. As he was crossing paths, a man in the passenger seat, smoking a cigarette, happened to pass by the window.
Their eyes met, and He Sang had no time to think and instinctively hid in the angle between the car door and the seat.
Her arms tightened unconsciously, so tight that they cramped and ached, but Liang Chihui still kissed her madly, wrapped his arms around her, and held her whole body in his arms.
The neon lights lit up bit by bit, casting a shadow on Liang Jishen's face. The windows of the passenger seat and the back seat were almost touching, so close that it seemed as if there was no glass to block it. The coldness in Liang Jishen's eyes spread clearly.
Liang Chihui completely forgot himself and hugged He Sang's waist. His tall body crushed her delicate little body. The yang and yin, strength and softness, masculine tension and female fragility were all released in the narrow carriage.
Liang Jishen's coldness became heavier and thicker.
It's about to shatter the window.
He Sang felt paralyzed all over and couldn't breathe in her throat. The misunderstanding created by this scene was too big, but she had no way to refute it.
Zhao Kai didn't notice her and slowly drove out of the long street.
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