Chapter 375 Moved
"I asked it if it was beautiful and it nodded. Is that wrong?" Liang Chihui coaxed her patiently.
He Sang said nothing.
"It's wrong?" He chuckled. "Okay, from now on, if anyone asks me if Mrs. Liang is beautiful, I'll tell them that my wife is so ugly that it shocks heaven and earth and makes ghosts cry. She wards off evil spirits and protects the house at night, and affects your appetite during the day. One look at her and you'll vomit for five days. I'll marry her solely out of my philanthropic heart."
"It nodded correctly." He Sang said.
Liang Chihui said seriously, "Is that right?"
She reached out and hugged the pony's neck. The big horse in the center of the field jumped through the fire ring and then the high platform. It was five meters high, and then it fell headfirst and landed on the back of the big horse below. The third horse, the fourth horse, and so on. The horse at the bottom was hunched over and trembling. The old wounds on the joints were stretched open, and blood oozed from the blood holes. He Sang shouted, "Stop acting!"
The manager and the group leader were standing by, looking at each other in confusion. "Mrs. Liang doesn't like this program? Let's arrange a new one."
"I like your acting." He Sang raised his little face, "You dance in circles."
"What?" The leader was surprised. "Mrs. Liang is making fun of me. How can I dance..."
"But I want to see it." She said innocently and expectantly, "Your circus has horses, tiger cubs, and monkeys. Tickets are very popular at the resort. You're only interested in making money. I'll give you money, and I want to see you dance. If you don't, the horse trainer will beat you."
Liang Chihui suddenly laughed out loud.
The leader bared his teeth and said, "I haven't tried it before...it's too dangerous."
"Hmm?" Liang Chihui's face was grim. "Mrs. Liang wants to watch it, but the resort won't perform it?"
When the manager heard this, he realized that his anger was affecting the resort and scolded the tour leader, "Hurry up and jump! What if Mrs. Liang gets upset and reports you for the animal show? Wouldn't that bring trouble to the resort?"
The troupe leader returned to the stage crying. The fire rings had gone out and were emitting burnt smoke. The horse trainer, following He Sang's orders, waved his whip to guide the troupe leader to jump through the circles one by one. The circles were half a meter off the ground. After jumping through one, the troupe leader had to catch his breath for a while. He Sang had no interest in watching at all and let him jump for his own amusement while continuing to touch the foal.
“How long will it take for it to grow to the size of a horse?”
Liang Chihui translated the trainer's words, "This is a special breed of horse. It doesn't grow in height and always stays small. In the West, it's kept as a pet by royalty and aristocracy."
"What does it train in daily?"
The manager said, "Kneel down, beg for food, run with the little monkey on his back, stand on his hind legs, and interact with the guests."
"What if you don't kneel?"
"Even the tiger, the king of beasts, kneels, let alone a pony. A beating and starvation will naturally make him obedient!"
He Sang glanced at the stage and asked, "Why aren't you dancing anymore?"
The leader collapsed from exhaustion, sprawled on the circle, "Mrs. Liang... please spare me. I can't do the work of a beast."
Liang Chihui instructed Assistant Fan, "Reward."
Assistant Fan pulled a thick stack of banknotes from his briefcase and generously threw them into the horse trainer's arms. "This is a reward from Mrs. Liang for your circus. Keep dancing! Dance more excitedly and lively. Haven't you eaten yet? Mrs. Liang is happy. You can get as much money as she wants."
The other party thanked him in awkward Chinese, which made He Sang laugh. She corrected the horse trainer, "It's 'thank you', Mrs. Liang, not 'cheer', 'Mrs. Yang'."
"Pooh...Mrs. Huang——"
He Sang laughed so hard that her body trembled. Liang Chihui looked at her and smiled, and his own smile became even wider. "Give me another reward."
Assistant Fan spent a total of more than 100,000 yuan. He Sang stopped smiling and tugged at Liang Chihui's sleeve, "I want to raise a pony."
"Where do you raise it?"
"Mansion."
"No." Liang Chihui rubbed the sweat stain on the tip of her nose lovingly with his thumb, "It smells."
"I don't mind the smell..." Her eyes were shining, and she was very beautiful.
Liang Chihui couldn't bear to refuse and spoil her fun, "The neighbors will complain."
"Do they dare to complain about you?" He Sang complained. "The Zheng and Lin families hold prominent positions in Bixi Mansion. I'm good friends with Mrs. Zheng and Mrs. Lin. If I raise a foal, they'll give me face. The alpaca is lonely in the backyard, spitting at Sister Su every day. It needs a mate, so it's time to mate with the foal and give birth to a colt, who will recognize you as its father."
"Mrs. Liang has thought it over carefully." She was sharp-tongued and was the best at deceiving people with two faces. Liang Chihui couldn't stop laughing, "What kind of breed is a horse camel?"
"A mixed-race child."
He glanced at He Sang casually, "Are alpacas male or female?"
"Female."
"The foal is also female."
He Sang responded quickly, "They can become sworn brothers."
Liang Chihui was helpless, "I have to raise him?"
She held the foal tightly, "How big is it? I whipped it, starved it to perform, and it's affectionate to me. It's destined to be together. I am doing justice for God."
The man's face was full of indulgence. He leaned back in his chair, shielding his eyes, but his doting expression leaked from the corners of his lips. He kept a deliberately stern face and asked, "Are Mrs. Liang and I destined to be together?"
He Sang was stunned for a moment, then murmured for a long moment, "Meeting is fate."
"Mrs. Liang didn't satisfy me, but I satisfy you in every way. Is that fair?"
He Sang stroked the foal's tail, feeling flustered.
"If you satisfy me, I will allow you to keep it." Liang Chihui brushed off the horsehair stained on his trousers and frowned slightly.
The men in the Liang family love cleanliness, including Liang Yanzhang, whose clothes are always neatly laid out. Even though Liang Jing and Liang Chihui have been single for many years, when He Sang went to their residence, she found that every item was neatly stored with sharp edges and corners. Even the position of a box of tissues and the direction of a cup handle were fixed in detail. As a woman, He Sang felt ashamed of her inferiority to their exquisiteness and neatness.
Liang Chihui was even more pampered and strict.
Apart from birds in cages and fish in ponds, he hates all kinds of animals. He would change his pants immediately if a cat or dog touched the edge of his pants.
It is really difficult to change a habit that has lasted for thirty-four years.
"I don't want to raise it anymore." He Sang turned his head away, ignoring the foal's clinging.
Liang Chihui's "seeking satisfaction" was originally a joke. If she wanted it, no matter how disgusted he was, he would eventually comply with her. But at this moment, his face couldn't help but darken.
Go up the steps and out the door.
Although he was angry, he still reminded Assistant Fan, "You take care of her, you don't have to come with me."
He Sang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She said too much about the "father-son feud" drama on National Highway 109 last night.
Liang Chihui had warned her in the car not to get involved in the conspiracies within the Liang family. Even if she knew something, she had to keep it to herself and not leak a single word.
Although they got along very harmoniously today, Liang Chihui's temper was like an episode. She was more cautious and distant in her heart. The calmer she looked on the surface, the more resentful she was. She was directly unhappy and showed her emotions, which was actually a good thing and within her control.
Liang Chihui gave in easily.
On the way back to the hotel, He Sang passed by a large organic orchard and stood on tiptoe to pick grapes. The fruits were not yet ripe, so they were small and green. A bite of them was so sour that it made her head numb. She was particularly greedy and secretly licked the juice.
Assistant Fan hung up the phone and said, "Ms. He, Director Liang agreed."
She turned her head, "Agree to what?"
"Buy that colt."
He Sang emerged from the orchard, wiping her sticky hands with leaves she had plucked. Assistant Fan handed her a handkerchief. "Director Liang treats you even better than the Third Young Master. The alpaca is worth tens of thousands, and the pony is worth 1.7 million. Even if you don't value the money, you should at least appreciate Director Liang's thoughtfulness."
She tore at the handkerchief, a slight emotion welling up in her eyes. "What do you want to say?"
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