Chapter 369 Love
Liang Jishen was demoted one level, and his status in Hebei Province was also extraordinary. After the death of Chairman Feng of China Overseas Group, the position was vacant. Whether Liang Jishen was the general manager or the deputy general manager, he was the real power holder.
The number of colleagues who fawned over him did not decrease.
When the waiting guests came over to say hello, he welcomed everyone and chatted more with those he knew. He nodded politely to those he didn't know and stopped there.
A number of private company CEOs gathered around Liang Chihui to chat, while a smaller group, completely unconnected to the Liang family but with business grudges, gathered at the main entrance, whispering. Not coming would be too petty, holding grudges against the dead would be magnanimous. Besides, the Liang family was unkind. After all, the Weng family was the pride of the Chinese business community, so their attendance was a gesture of respect.
"What a grand display!" sighed a wealthy lady. "Weng Qiong has been dead for ages. Isn't this extravagant?"
Her husband scoffed, "Yao Wenji and Ji Xilan have been in the spotlight these days, and the Weng family is secretly very dissatisfied. During the five years Yao Wenji was Madam Liang, she had 800 tables at her birthday banquet, and Ji Xilan tried to keep up appearances by having 900 tables at her birthday banquet. Weng Qiong was clearly the original wife, but she made no splash at all and was outshone by the second wife. Liang Yanzhang was just trying to save face for himself and his father-in-law's family."
Liang Jishen sensed a gaze coming from the door at this moment and suddenly turned around.
Their eyes met and He Sang's breath caught.
A strong discomfort surged up in her chest. She covered it with her hands and clenched her fingers. The nausea kept hitting her throat.
"What's wrong?" Liang Chihui showed concern and care, wrapping her hand, his fingertips cold and white, "Are you feeling unwell?"
“I’m hungry…”
"Didn't have lunch?"
"You're mad at me, so I can't eat." He Sang didn't want him to think too much about being pregnant, so she pretended to smooth things over.
Liang Chihui knew she was lying, and he also enjoyed her lies. "I won't be angry with you anymore."
Women's lies can sometimes be extremely tempting to men, and sometimes make them extremely angry.
He finally understood.
The master of ceremonies stepped onto the podium, and the guests stood up one after another and arranged themselves in an orderly manner according to their seat numbers. The whole audience was silent.
"The ceremony for the sixtieth birthday of the wife of Mr. Liang Yanzhang, the former chairman of the Liang Group, begins."
Liang Jing walked from the family passage to the side of the salute platform. He was also wearing a suit, but the style and fabric were not as fine and high-quality as those of Liang Chihui and Liang Jishen. He has always been honest and never wears imported brands. The prices of domestic products are also moderate. He is very simple and steady.
"The second young master and his future wife pay their respects."
He Sang followed Liang Chihui out of the crowd and stopped in front of the salute platform under the attention of the guests. He bowed three times, burned incense, and picked the white flowers.
Liang Chihui said, "Aunt Weng, Yin Shengji Le."
He Sang didn't know what auspicious words to say to a dead person, so he repeated his congratulations, "Aunt Weng, may you be reborn in the underworld."
The emcee called out, "The Third Young Master pays his respects."
Liang Chihui lightly embraced He Sang and made way for him.
Liang Jishen followed the same process and gave the same congratulatory words. He was so close to He Sang that a faint fragrance from his clothes lingered in her nostrils.
He Sang was very familiar with it. It was his favorite perfume, one that she had carefully selected after running around countless shopping malls and counters, trying out fragrances one by one.
It perfectly matches his demeanor and aura.
Not ostentatious, not fancy, introverted, cold, with just the right sense of abstinence and restraint.
The master of ceremonies called out again, "Three gentlemen, please bow together."
Liang Jing stood in the center, Liang Chihui stood behind him on the left, Liang Jishen stood behind him on the right, and He Sang stood a little to the left of Liang Chihui. These were the positions arranged by the emcee, deliberately avoiding Liang Jishen to avoid gossip.
After the family members have paid their respects, it is time for the guests to pay their respects.
The Liang family had no grandchildren, and there were only three sons in the thank-you area. Although He Sang had not officially married into the family, she was considered a future daughter-in-law and had a place in the second house.
The ceremony lasted for forty minutes.
There was an endless stream of guests, some coming from the Liang family, some from the Weng family. In short, there were about one or two thousand people.
The peak attendance for He Sang's performance at the drama theater was 1,700 spectators. The huge crowds were overwhelming, but the scene was not as lively and grand as Weng Qiong's birthday party.
Several old drama fans came from other places, trembling with crutches, paying their respects and crying bitterly, saying that after Weng Qiong, there is no Feng Chengcheng in the drama circle.
The outer area for the ceremony was solemn, while the inner area for the birthday banquet was still decorated with lights. Small orange and white lights, connected by light cords, surrounded the square ceiling, which was bright and low-key. A giant still of Weng Qiong was hung in the center of the west side, surrounded by white roses. The yellow and white chrysanthemums were too creepy, so the white roses were a compromise.
Warm and decent.
The manager of Yanshan Restaurant told He Sang that the scene was personally directed and arranged by the eldest and third sons.
She was surprised, "Did the Third Young Master arrange this?"
"Yes." The manager gestured to the guest area. "Each seat has a vase with lilies."
He Sang was stunned.
Her favorite flowers are lilies and white wax plums.
"The desserts were prepared by the Third Young Master. There are sugar-free ones and xylitol ones. They were steamed and baked by Master Cui from Taoyuan."
Chinese pastries are what Master Cui is best at. He Sang likes bean paste cakes, Beijing eight pieces, and traditional Chinese dim sum. Cream cakes are not to her taste.
Her taste has changed in the last month and she now loves cream cakes.
It had been just over a month since I broke up with Liang Jishen, and he was unaware of it.
Liang Yanzhang did not show up tonight. The rumor was that his old illness had relapsed and he was recuperating in the hospital.
He Sang didn't know the situation of the old house. She remembered that Liang Yanzhang planned to go to Malaysia, first for vacation and then to settle down. He had packed his luggage, but suddenly canceled the trip.
In all likelihood, the directors of the Liang Group came to him and asked him to check and balance Liang Chihui and disclose the group's accounts. He was forced to postpone it under pressure.
Liang Chihui dismissed the bosses and returned to her side. "There is chicken soup and seafood porridge. I'll ask the kitchen to prepare a bowl first. You can eat something to fill your appetite."
"What about you?"
"drink wine."
"Where's the wife?"
"Drinking too."
She was worried, "Will it be rude if I drink the soup?"
"Yes." Liang Chihui said firmly.
He Sang was stunned.
He immediately chuckled, "I'm in the way, so it's rude of you to be disrespectful."
Liang Jing was sitting at the main seat at table 1, with some prominent figures in the province chatting with him. Liang Chihui took her away and sat at table 6. The waiter brought a bowl of seafood porridge and a bowl of purple ginseng and black chicken soup. She rubbed her chopsticks and scooped out the wild mushrooms in the soup.
"Is it delicious?"
He Sang nodded, "Fresh."
"I'm hungry too."
She hesitated for a second, turned her chopsticks around, picked up the shrimp in the porridge with the tail of her chopsticks, and fed it to Liang Chihui, "Try it."
Liang Chihui usually only eats one kind of blue lobster and does not eat other kinds of shrimp. He looked at it for a long time, opened his mouth, and swallowed a shrimp that He Sang fed him.
"Oh - the Second Young Master and his wife are so loving."
He Sang tilted his head and looked at Mr. Wang and his wife opposite him.
The invitation letter to the Zhang Group was sent by Old Yang. Liang Jing had no grudge against the Zhang family, so naturally there was no taboo. However, Chairman Zhang was too proud to show up, fearing that it would cause an uproar, so he sent General Manager Wang to attend.
He Sang was chewing the chicken and didn't have time to greet Mrs. Wang. The fishy smell of the black chicken spread in her mouth, making her feel nauseous. She vomited all over the table along with the chicken soup and wild mushrooms.
Mrs. Wang was terrified. "What happened to the Second Young Master's wife?"
Liang Chihui lowered his eyes to look at He Sang without saying a word.
"I choked."
"Choking..." Mrs. Wang's eyes sparkled. "Are you pregnant?"
He Sang forced a smile and said, "I don't have any symptoms."
"I didn't have morning sickness when I was pregnant with my son. I was having a blast ballroom dancing, swimming, playing badminton, and having fun. I only found out three months into the pregnancy. My mother-in-law scolded me profusely, blaming me for being careless and not paying enough attention. I almost had a miscarriage."
Liang Chihui remained silent throughout the whole process, with no trace of emotion on his face. The silence was like a dead sea.
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