Chapter 379 You Know You Feel Sorry For Me
Liang Chihui thought for a moment and said, "Professor Luo, please lend me a hand."
Luo Zhili followed him out and he left the door ajar. "Is there any chance that my wife is pregnant?"
"Of course." Luo Zhili was confused. "Has she checked it?"
He lowered his voice, "My wife had a test at a Western hospital in early April and it was very difficult to conceive."
“Who made that conclusion?”
"A leading expert in the industry."
"I don't understand Western medicine." Luo Zhili said nonchalantly, "I believe in my judgment. Your Madam has already..."
Liang Chihui's face was calm as he waited quietly for what was to come.
Luo Zhili wasn't good at smoothing things over, and his approach was awkward. "Director Liang has a masculine aura, and your wife is young and has always taken care to stay warm. Isn't it only a matter of time before they become your parents?"
"Thank you for your kind words." Liang Chihui smiled. "Thank you for your trouble, Professor Luo."
Luo Zhili walked to the entrance. Perhaps Liang Chihui was too intimidating, so he couldn't help but worry. After all, he could hide it for a month, but not for five. Once the belly bulged, his reputation as a gynecological expert would collapse.
"Director Liang." He paused. "Your Madam has insufficient Qi and blood, and her pulse is weak. If it is early in pregnancy, it is possible that a positive pulse may not be detected."
Liang Chihui narrowed his eyes meaningfully, "Professor Luo, do you mean to check the pulse again in a month?"
"That's not necessary."
Luo Zhili thought that Liang Chihui was one of the smartest people in the fame and fortune circle of Hebei Province. If a woman had the courage to hide the truth under his nose, she must be a bad person.
The "nominal father" is a hidden secret. It's clear that the child's biological father is someone else, most likely the Third Young Master. Liang Chihui repeatedly calls her "my wife," a testament to his deep love for her. In a scheming marriage, perhaps Mrs. Liang has the upper hand, so why offend her and the Third Young Master?
"Your Madam's constitution makes it difficult for her to conceive. I suggest you take good care of her with nourishing food. Don't put too much pressure on her."
After giving his instructions, Luo Zhili politely declined Liang Chihui's invitation to dinner and took his leave.
Assistant Fan sent him to the garage, sealed a red envelope of 60,000 yuan for the medical fee, and returned to the 17th floor.
Liang Chihui sat on the terrace and brewed tea, with a bag of donkey-hide gelatin dates, a spoonful of rose tea leaves, and a dish of brown sugar. The fire on the stove was burning brightly. He liked the ancient tea art, which involved washing, boiling, smelling, burning, and tasting. The simpler the old-fashioned method, the more bitter the taste.
"Confiscate it?" He turned his back to Assistant Fan and scooped a spoonful of mountain spring water from the bamboo tube.
"It's a symbolic fee of 1,000 yuan. Luo Zhili's registration fee is 850 yuan, and 150 yuan is for gas." Assistant Fan handed over the remaining money. "Since Miss He is not pregnant, she will stay with you steadily. You can rest assured."
The sunlight and the white mist from the teapot enveloped Liang Chihui's face. "Things are different now. Whether she's pregnant or not, I'm at peace. Each has its own merits."
"The old chairman is being held at the Municipal Bureau..." Assistant Fan said anxiously, "The Third Young Master pried open Tong Da's mouth at noon. The Tong brothers are the key clue. If this clue is solved, the old chairman is probably finished."
"Where's Tong Er?"
"The Third Young Master is in charge of navigating the situation. He's not qualified to conduct a formal trial. Zhao Kai is doing the trial now. Zhao Kai is very good at arresting people. With the Third Young Master's help, Tong Er, General Ni, and Pei Yong won't be able to hold out for much longer. Once they confess, you—"
"Have you read 'The Art of War'?" Liang Chihui interrupted him, slowly rinsing a ceramic bowl. "'The Art of War' has six strategies. The eighth strategy of 'Victory' is called 'Sneak Attack Chencang'; the thirty-fourth strategy of 'Defeat' is called 'The Self-Inflicted Trick'."
Assistant Fan shook his head, "Please state clearly."
Liang Chihui filtered out the tea leaves and rotten jujube residue, poured a bowl of tea, and placed it in an ice bucket to cool it down. "The only way out is with my father. If I can make him trust me and put his trust in me, what can the third brother do to me?"
The tea gradually cooled to 70% hot, and Liang Chihui took it to the bedroom.
He Sang leaned against the headboard, her hands covering her belly, her face less pale. "I heard Professor Luo tell you that you're not pregnant?"
"Yeah." He looked calm and composed, "Are you happy or unhappy?"
She nodded. "I'm happy."
Liang Chihui paused as he sat down, "Don't you want to get pregnant?"
"I know my limits. I shouldn't be pregnant. Why would I want to be?" He Sang stroked the platinum button on his cuff. "I know you're in dire straits right now. I don't want to cause you trouble or distract you."
He stared at He Sang, what a beautiful and innocent woman with bright eyes and such hypocritical and bewitching red lips.
Liang Chihui pressed his index finger on her lips and moved it slowly, "What if I accept it and don't let it flow away?"
He Sang was stunned and didn't say anything for a long time.
He chuckled and held her hand. She pinched her palm, leaving four small nail marks, scarlet and bloodshot. Liang Chihui rubbed it with good temper, "Are you nervous?"
"I thought they'd do a blood test..." He Sang said in a low voice, "It turns out they're just taking my pulse."
"You're afraid of needles, and you cry when you have a blood test." Liang Chihui teased her, "Gaining weight really has its benefits. You had a severe dizziness, but you recovered quickly."
He Sang felt guilty and leaned against his shoulder, avoiding his scrutiny. "I haven't recovered because I don't want you to worry about me."
"Oh?" Liang Chihui tilted her head. Her long, thick black hair made the skin on the back of her neck look as white as jade. "Mrs. Liang knows she cares about me."
His breath sprayed on his ears and penetrated into his pores. He Sang curled up and asked, "Where's the foal?"
"The driver took us back to Bixi Mansion."
He Sang smiled, "Do you get along harmoniously?"
“The alpacas spit when they see it.”
Her smile widened, "Alpacas are so bossy."
"Pets are like their owners." Liang Chihui stroked her long hair, which swayed to her waist like a waterfall. "You are domineering, how can it be easy-going?"
"Keep it in the attic... or on the terrace."
"No." Liang Chihui said firmly. After a while, he said, "It stinks."
He Sang's eyes moved.
I've already brought it home, so why bother about whether it smells or not?
He obviously went to the backyard more often than to the attic. He kept the cat in the attic so he could just turn a blind eye to it. Sister Su was diligent and it didn't bother him at all.
Being in the backyard actually disturbed his rest.
There must be a secret in the attic.
......
Municipal Bureau.
Zhao Kai walked into the interrogation room carrying a thermos and a takeout meal. He raised the lunch box and said, "Uncle Liang, are you hungry? I've made some seafood fried rice noodles. I made sure they're soft enough for your taste." He split a pair of disposable chopsticks and placed them on the table of the interrogation chair. "Try it. Confess after you've had enough and I'll give you some leniency. The Liang Group has been established in Hebei Province for forty years and has generated considerable economic revenue. The province remembers your contributions to taxation. If you confess, I'll do my duty."
Liang Yanzhang was calm and composed. "National Highway 109 leads to other provinces, not an airport. I'm leaving the province, not the country. You searched my suitcase, but you didn't find a plane ticket, did you? I should at least take Ji Xilan with me when I immigrate. Would the third brother dare to intercept me? His mother is in my hands! I'm giving up this amulet to prove that I have a clear conscience. There are many wealthy businessmen in Hebei Province who hold foreign passports. Are you going to arrest them all? On what basis do you accuse me of absconding with the money?"
Zhao Kai was delighted. He wouldn't cry until he saw the coffin. "Which wealthy businessman would leave the province at dawn with 10 million in cash and 50 kilograms of gold?"
“I save.”
"Is the bank open?"
"Xiao Kai, you're too naive." Liang Yanzhang's tone was intriguing. "The rich and powerful have very little money in the bank. You can check as much as they allow you to, but you can't check what they forbid you."
"Uncle Liang, I've learned my lesson." Zhao Kai's smile faded. "Tong Da has explained it."
Liang Yanzhang was stunned.
Zhao Kai waved his hand and signaled his subordinates to play a video recording. Liang Jishen and Tong Da were sitting face to face. Tong Da was sweating profusely, his whole body was hunched and twitching, and he could not bear it anymore.
Liang Yanzhang's heart skipped a beat. "What did he confess?"
"You hired him and Tong Er to cripple He Jinping. As long as He Jinping quits the inspection team, you'll be able to bribe any new team leader to ensure the smooth completion of the city wall project." Zhao Kai circled the interrogation chair. "He Jinping is a tough nut to crack. I can't chew it, so I won't chew it anymore. I'll kill him and find a new one. Are those your exact words?"
"He's slandering me!" Liang Yanzhang's pupils swelled and shrank. "I don't know He Jinping, why would I hit him? The city wall project has nothing to do with me! I only admit that the project contracted by the Liang Group has anything to do with me."
"With all the evidence, you have no right to argue—"
"Boss?" A police officer waved at Zhao Kai from behind the iron bars. Zhao Kai walked out and the other party whispered something in his ear.
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