Chapter 365 The Burning, the Crazier
He Sang sensed his gaze and raised his head, their eyes meeting. "Chi Hui, would you like some tea?"
The man looked at her, and she smiled tenderly and gracefully, "Pu'er tea? You've been working overtime lately, and your liver is burning with anger. Drinking strong tea can help you get rid of that heat."
What a trick.
Liang Chihui always had good manners and sat upright, as if trying to smile but not smiling, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Mrs. Liang."
He Sang stepped onto the coffee table, opened a door of the top cabinet, took out a ceramic jar, and crushed a small piece of tea cake with tweezers. "I remember that uncle likes Pu'er tea and you like Biluochun tea."
"Uncle?" Mr. Huo laughed. "Mrs. Liang hasn't changed her mind."
She smiled shyly, "I'm not used to changing."
"The old chairman has three sons. The wealthy and powerful in Hebei Province envy him immensely. Zhang Chengye, the Zhang family's only son, is a dissolute man with no ambition. If he inherits the family fortune, he'll surely squander it all. The Zhang family, on the other hand, has quite a few illegitimate grandchildren, probably four or five! Zhang Chengye's fertility is truly remarkable. He doesn't even have a wife, but already has a whole brood of heirs." President Huo sighed. "The old chairman's eldest son is approaching forty, and he's still a long way from being born! The Liang family's bloodline can only be passed down through the second son and his wife."
Liang Chihui smiled and said seriously, "I should become a father earlier than my eldest brother and the third brother."
"The eldest grandson of the Liang family." The executive was so excited that it seemed as if he and Liang Chihui had given birth to the eldest grandson. "The Liang family's property is firmly controlled by the second branch."
He Sang tilted his head and glanced at Liang Chihui.
The man's facial features are more pronounced from a distance than up close; they are three-dimensional yet not abrupt. Even the most ordinary and mediocre outfit cannot conceal his naturally good bone structure.
"Mrs. Liang." Liang Chihui called her softly, "When will I become a father? I beg Mrs. Liang to have mercy on me."
The executives laughed again.
He Sang knew that he was teasing her, but also threatening her, so he turned his head away, washed the tweezers and teacup, and said nothing.
The water on the stove boiled and poured into the teapot. The fragrance of tea filled the air. Liang Chihui watched with great interest, "Have you ever learned the art of tea?"
"Mr. Liang loves tea tasting. I learned it for you."
The executives looked at each other, and shuttled back and forth between Liang Chihui and He Sang.
"Oh." Liang Chihui smiled deeply, "Thank you, Mrs. Liang, for your kindness. Please make a pot."
He gestured to his subordinates, "Drink together."
The executives were reluctant to get involved, but they couldn't refuse at the moment, so they all took their seats. "Thanks to Mr. Liang, we can drink the tea made by Mrs. Liang herself."
"The South is very particular about tea ceremony. The process of brewing tea is complicated and the taste is mellow. Is Mrs. Liang from the South?"
"She was born and raised in the north." Liang Chihui leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving He Sang. "But she's very thoughtful and delicate, and her figure is thin and narrow, like a southern woman."
He Sang knew clearly that the "delicate mind" he mentioned was not just a compliment, but was an allusion to her scheming and acting skills.
This time she successfully delivered the message to Zhao Kai, and her intentions were exposed. Liang Chihui would be more vigilant and restrict her freedom in the future.
When she came to her senses, she saw a bowl of crab roe noodles that she had not had time to eat, a bottle of sparkling water and a dish of balsamic vinegar.
He Sang filtered the tea leaves with one hand and picked up the dish of vinegar with the other.
After serving the tea, she sat in the guest chair to the left of Liang Chihui, resting her elbows on the edge of the table, looking at him.
Liang Chihui also looked at her, "Do you want anything from me?"
He Sang shook his head.
"If someone shows kindness without any reason, he is either a traitor or a thief."
"Considering Mr. Liang's hard work, I will take good care of you."
He laughed, "That's not like Mrs. Liang's style."
He Sang leaned closer, holding his chin and whispered, "What's my style?"
"Exploiting, deceiving, acting recklessly, and becoming arrogant due to your favor." Liang Chihui said half-truthfully, "Is it you?"
She poured four cups of tea and handed them to Liang Chihui, President Huo, and the other two executives in turn. "Cunning, sophistry, smiling but hiding a knife, scheming and insidious, is this Mr. Liang?"
Liang Chihui laughed louder, "So, in Mrs. Liang's mind, I am this kind of man."
He Sang fiddled with the handle of the teapot nonchalantly. "In Mr. Liang's eyes, I'm also useless, aren't I?"
"I never thought you were useless," he corrected. "The fact that I couldn't bear to punish you and kept forgiving you was Mrs. Liang's greatest benefit."
Mr. Huo on the other side was puzzled, "What kind of tea is this? Why are there bubbles?"
The executive's cup also began to bubble. Mr. Huo licked it and found it sour. How could there be tea with this taste? He was about to give up when Liang Chihui spoke up, "That's fine. Mrs. Liang has just learned the art of tea. Please come and try it."
He drank it first. The iced sparkling water balanced the temperature of the tea, making it neither too cold nor too hot, just right for drinking.
The tea flowed down her throat, crackling and sizzling, with the sour, rancid aroma of stale tea. Liang Chihui raised her eyelids and glanced at He Sang, who was holding the teapot and standing by with exceptional patience. "Chihui, would you like another cup?"
Liang Chihui remained silent for a long time, swallowing the tea in his mouth. He stretched out his hand, pointing the cup towards her, "Mrs. Liang's kindness is so great that even a pot of tea is not enough to drink."
Huo finally figured it out and put down his teacup. "We won't disturb Mr. Liang and his wife. We'll take our leave now."
Liang Chihui did not try to keep him, and He Sang remained indifferent.
Coming out of the boardroom, passing by the water closet, an executive took a cup of coffee and asked, "Is the Liang Group going bankrupt? The tea has gone bad, and Director Liang is still drinking it."
"There's a box of Pu'er tea cakes at the auction house worth a million. The old chairman bought it." Another executive also accepted the coffee. "All the good tea in Hebei Province is in the Liang family. I thought I'd snatched up some good tea, but ended up drinking swill. We didn't enjoy it."
"What do you mean by 'lack of enjoyment'?" Mr. Huo said with a sharp eye, "That was Mr. Liang and his wife flirting with each other. His wife deliberately teased him, and it brought disaster to you and me."
"No wonder..." the executive complained, "Director Liang is such a jerk."
In the office, Liang Chihui poured out the unfinished tea and asked, "Are you happy?"
He Sang said nothing.
"I'll let you spoil my tea, but you're messing around in the company, firing employees at will, abusing your power, and taking personal vendettas. If you continue to do that, you'll fire me tomorrow and you'll take the chairman's position, okay?"
"You men are lewd, I am a woman."
Liang Chihui frowned, "Distortion, is it a lewd thing?"
"I fired He Yan because her methods were despicable and affected your reputation. I have no personal grudge against her." He Sang held up the ceramic jar, stepped on the table, and stuffed it back into the cabinet. "You can be angry, lose your temper, and smash things, but why don't you go home?"
The man lowered his eyes, "It's just hospitalization, not not going home."
"Assistant Fan told me! You were discharged from the hospital after the IV drip and are staying in a hotel." He Sang stood upright on the table, still a long way from the ceiling.
He laughed grimly, "Come down, Mrs. Xiao Liang."
He Sang squatted and stretched out her legs. She was wearing high heels. The newly painted surface of the table was slippery, and there was water spilled on it, which tripped her. She was shaky and immediately lay down to maintain her balance.
Liang Chihui suddenly stood up, hugged her horizontally, and threw her on the sofa, "You may not be big, but you are very brave."
She gathered her skirt and asked, "Are you going back to the mansion today?"
"consider."
"Sister Su called the old house to complain about me," He Sang said aggrievedly. "You're not a dog. I can just put a chain on you and drag you home. If you don't want to go home, what can I do? Aunt Yao will definitely be dissatisfied."
Liang Chihui had actually calmed down, but he himself didn't understand why. She had provoked him everywhere, plotted against him, and joined forces with the third brother to deal with him. He had the urge to strike first countless times, but in the end he couldn't bear to fight back.
There is a power in He Sang's bones, a power that is hard to describe, somewhere between charm, purity and truth, a power that is so close yet so far away that it cannot be grasped or guessed, which attracts people to take a peek, yet makes them afraid to take a peek.
Destroy that hazy, intoxicating beauty.
The more you suppress it, the more it burns, the crazier it becomes.
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