Chapter 368 What would you think if you got pregnant?
"Reject the application." Liang Chihui weighed the pros and cons and would rather arouse suspicion than to not be able to check the accounts. "The Liang Group is a private company, and the chairman is respected. I have the right to reject it."
Assistant Fan hesitated. "The directors are very united this time and have worked together to check the accounts. I'm afraid we can't just evade them..."
Liang Chihui looked at Assistant Fan, who immediately fell silent.
"I'm in trouble, right?" He Sang licked the cheese sauce stuck on the spoon, his eyes flickering, so pure that it was hard to blame him.
"come over."
She leaned forward.
"Come again." Liang Chihui ordered.
He Sang leaned forward and crawled in the air over the dining table. The man reached out and rubbed the tip of her nose with his index finger. The cheese sauce spread out, leaving a spot of milky white in the center of her rosy cheek.
So cute.
Liang Chihui laughed and wiped it clean. "Cheese sauce is high in calories, aren't you worried about gaining weight?"
"I'm worried." He Sang sat back down, "I can't help it if I'm greedy."
"Weren't you greedy before?"
"I'm greedy too, but I can control it."
"Can't control it now?" Liang Chihui smiled.
"Miss He might be pregnant—" the nanny interjected as she served the food. "The photo of Miss He hanging on the wall in the master bedroom showed her with a small, round oval face, a pointed chin, and a palm-sized body. Now she has a round face, is much plumper, and her chin is no longer pointed."
He Sang was stunned.
The smile in Liang Chihui's eyes gradually faded.
"Sister Su, don't talk nonsense..."
"I'm not kidding. Pregnancy and childbirth have been a normal pattern for women for thousands of years. There's nothing strange about it," the nanny said cheerfully. "You're young, so it'll be easy for you to give birth and recover. Your husband is thirty-four years old. When my husband was his age, our second daughter would be five and a half."
Cold sweat oozed from He Sang's palms.
The probability of her getting pregnant is small, but it is not a death sentence for infertility.
After calculating the dates carefully, I found that my period was delayed for two weeks.
She glanced at the man opposite her. Liang Chihui ate breakfast calmly, finished it quickly, cleaned his hands and mouth, and slowly stood up. "It's time to go to work."
Liang Chihui stayed in the lounge of Liang Group that night. A phone call came in the early morning, and the nanny deliberately turned on the speakerphone for He Sang to hear.
She was standing on the stairs.
"Are you asleep?"
"Not asleep yet." The nanny said happily, "Sir, do you have a pregnancy test? I think it's almost certain."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long moment. "No need. The hospital is more accurate."
He hung up immediately.
The next night, Liang Chihui still stayed in the company and did not come back.
It was not until the afternoon of the third day that a Bentley drove into the courtyard and Assistant Fan went upstairs to pick up He Sang to attend Weng Qiong's 60th death anniversary.
The car was parked in the yard with the engine running, and He Sang quickly got in.
Liang Chihui in the back seat was wearing a suit and tie in a dark color between dark blue and iron gray, a very rare hue. The decorative square handkerchief on the pocket of his suit was a light champagne color, which made him look less depressing.
The evening sun shone on the car window, revealing the loneliness on his face.
A tall shadow dragged from the car door to her feet, and the beige skirt was like rolling white waves, hanging loosely, covering his shadow.
The car turned around and drove out of the residential complex, stopping at North-South Street. Liang Chihui finally spoke, "I'll make an appointment at the hospital after I'm done with this. You can go get checked out."
He Sang subconsciously covered her belly and said, "I checked in March... I can't get pregnant."
"Nothing is absolute." He said in a tone that did not allow for negotiation, "I'll go with you."
The carriage was dead silent.
After a long moment, he tilted his head and said, "If she's not pregnant, everyone's happy. If she's pregnant, we'll discuss it later."
He Sang said nothing.
Liang Chihui fixed his gaze on her, not moving away. "What are your thoughts?"
She was numb, "What idea."
"If you're pregnant."
"I can't get pregnant..." He Sang shook his head. "The doctor confirmed it himself. I doubt it will be very difficult—"
"He Sang." Liang Chihui called her name, and the second half of her sentence stopped abruptly on her tongue.
He looked very secretive. "I hope you understand that I accepted the third brother's woman out of emotion and the nature of conquest. I only accepted women."
He Sang didn't move.
Liang Chihui smiled, tucked up her hair and put it in place, "I believe it's a misunderstanding, that's for the best."
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The car stopped at Yanshan Restaurant, and the south-facing auditorium was open to the public.
The auditorium is solemn and dignified, with a walnut-colored Chinese layout. Since a funeral banquet is a funeral, the environment must be deep and low-key.
The guests outside were very quiet, and only sporadic conversations echoed in the huge hall.
He Sang followed Liang Chihui across the first threshold. At the same time, Liang Jishen also entered from another door.
He wore a solemn black suit, black leather shoes, a white boutonniere, and his short hair was neatly combed and polished. He had removed his watch, brooch, and even his brightly colored tie and cufflinks.
Perhaps it was too monotonous and dull, so Liang Jishen specially put on a pair of brand new gold-rimmed glasses. He had a high nose bone, thick eyebrows and deep eyes, which made him look too tough and mature. If he restrained himself a little, he would look more elegant and refined.
The men of the Liang family have always been particular about appearances and structure. When it comes to the death anniversary of their father's first wife, both Liang Jishen and Liang Chihui put in a lot of effort to show off in front of everyone.
His clothes, attitude, and speech were impeccable.
The last time He Sang saw Liang Jishen was in the parking lot of the Lijiang Club.
Liang Chihui hugged her unconsciously, and Liang Jishen's car flashed by.
She has not had the opportunity to clarify that scene so far.
I guess his knot in his heart hasn't been untied yet.
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