Chapter 383 He Treats Me Well
He Sang brought a plate of cakes and placed them on the coffee table in the living room. Liang Chihui didn't like sweet dairy products. She had tried them two or three times at Bixi Mansion, but each time they were either steamed hard or baked dry. Liang Chihui did her a favor and at least took a bite. He then said, unconscionably, "Mrs. Liang's craftsmanship is enough to open a dessert shop."
Fortunately, she knew her own limitations and didn't believe his compliments.
"Old Huo, you're in for a treat." Liang Chihui smiled meaningfully, "Mrs. Liang's cooking skills are impeccable."
"Oh? Mrs. Liang is both beautiful and intelligent. Mr. Liang has good taste." Mr. Huo believed it, tasted a piece, and praised it with emotion, "With a wife like this, what else could a husband ask for?"
Liang Chihui raised his eyebrows in surprise and tasted a piece. The sweetness and taste were improved.
He smiled and said, "Mrs. Liang didn't make any mistakes today."
He Sang was proud, "You are the one who usually beats me up. I am much stronger than you."
"Not modest anymore?" Liang Chihui couldn't help laughing, and teased Mr. Huo, "Mr. Lin's favorite is fish with pig intestines. Mrs. Lin cooks this dish as well as any chef. Our Mrs. Liang knows nothing about it, but she's extremely eager to learn. She cooked it with great enthusiasm that night, and the mansion was so smelly that the nanny thought it was the bathroom—"
"Liang Chihui!" He Sang covered his mouth with so much force that it hurt his nose bone.
The man immediately clasped the back of her hand, his words stuck in his throat, a smile in his eyes.
Mr. Huo asked, "What do you think of the bathroom?"
Liang Chihui's lips opened and closed in her palm, the sound was buzzing and unclear. He Sang was not satisfied with covering his lips with her hands, so she rubbed and twisted his lips hard, twisting them until they were twisted.
"Nothing," she said, trying to smooth things over. "I've never cooked before, so the heat wasn't right...it just tasted a bit fishy."
Liang Chihui's smile spread from the bottom of his eyes to the corners of his eyes.
He Sang glared at him and let go of his hand.
She sat down again and glanced at the bag rack in the entrance without making a sound. Mrs. Huo's bag was not fastened with the platinum buckle, and her bag was open with her cell phone hanging on the edge.
He Sang made a green grape egg tart and said, "The delicious cake is actually all thanks to Mrs. Huo. She took care of the egg liquid, cream, and fruit."
"You're so kind to me!" Mrs. Huo was happily baking the second batch of cakes in the kitchen. "I'm just helping you. I'm always lazy, so I don't know how to bake."
"She's telling the truth." Mr. Huo joked, "Mrs. Liang only eats as much as she bakes. If she bakes herself, wouldn't the resort be on fire?"
He Sang chuckled and fed the cake to his mouth, "Mrs. Huo, you have worked hard. I have a pair of jade earrings. I am young and wearing jade is too old-fashioned. Let me give them to you."
Mrs. Huo naturally didn't want it. She ignored him, went to the bedroom with the cake in her mouth, and took out a jewelry box from the compartment of her purse.
When He Sang went out, she would wear some cheap little jewelry, worth one or two hundred yuan, and carry a piece of expensive jewelry with her. She often changed her residence with Liang Jishen, living in Jinyue Mansion for a while and Zhuyuan for a while, depending entirely on his convenience. Occasionally, she didn't have time to pack her luggage, and had to accompany him on a business trip temporarily, so she needed a versatile piece of jewelry to support her in case of emergency.
The jade earrings accentuated her look and made her look elegant. She had kept them in her bag for over a year.
He Sang brought it to Liang Chihui and Mr. Huo specifically to pave the way for himself, "The texture is quite transparent. I spent six figures to buy it."
"It's fine jadeite," Mr. Huo said, connoisseur of its value. "Mrs. Zhao of the International Trade Center has a roomful of jadeite in her collection. She's a fan of it, but even her hundred pieces of jadeite are no match for Mrs. Yao's dragon-type jadeite."
"The dragon jade is no longer in Madam Yao's possession." Liang Chihui put his arm around He Sang's waist. "It's in Madam Liang's treasury."
"Are you planning to go back?" He Sang broke free from him and walked towards the bag rack. "Throwing meat buns at a dog is like throwing meat buns at a dog. Once you go, you can't come back."
Liang Chihui was stunned and laughed out loud.
It's easy to scold yourself.
He Sang stuffed the earrings into Mrs. Huo's Hermès bag, quickly took out his cell phone, and hurried back to the room while Liang Chihui was drinking tea.
She locked the door, hid behind the curtains, and called Mrs. Qiu.
"Who?"
"Mrs. Qiu, I'm He Sang."
"Ms. He!" Mrs. Qiu was shocked. "Where have you been again?"
A horn honked rapidly on the other end of the line. Mrs. Qiu pulled over at a traffic light in the city center. "The Second Young Master is the most dangerous person," she said. "Old Qiu told me that employees of Guanghe Group and underground banks have accused Liang Yanzhang of being the boss behind the scenes, and the Second Young Master of being a puppet. He gathered evidence of Liang Yanzhang's crimes and reported Duan Zhiguo for illegally smuggling to Tongda. He then completely disowned them, and even claimed credit for his accomplishments. With his cunning and ruthless tactics, you're no match for him!"
He Sang's hands were shaking violently, fearing Liang Chihui would discover she was missing and break in to catch them red-handed. She cut to the chase, "There's a local tycoon in Chiang Rai, Thailand, nicknamed Old J. He uses underground banks to transfer money to Old J's account in China under the guise of loans. He then trades rubber materials and wild mushrooms across the border. He launders the money by collecting and selling the goods, then transfers it to Yao Wenji's factory account overseas."
Mrs. Qiu was surprised. "Is Yao Wenji colluding with the local tyrants in Thailand?"
In her impression, Yao Wenji was beautiful and tall, the kind of person men were willing to give money to. She could have been a contented rich wife, opened a beauty salon, a leisure club, and enjoyed herself, never worrying about wealth and glory in her life. But she chose to walk down this dark and dead end road.
A good hand of cards was played badly.
"Liang Chihui was on the rooftop last night talking to Director Hua from the General Hospital. I was in the garden, and he was in the glass room with good soundproofing. I don't know what they were plotting. Anyway, remind Zhao Kai to keep an eye on Director Hua. It's likely that Liang Chihui gave him a task to contact Liang Yanzhang and collude with him."
Mrs. Qiu took a deep breath and asked, "What about your safety?"
"He treats me very well and doesn't want to hurt me." He Sang only said five words.
Mrs. Qiu was stunned.
The next second, He Sang hung up and deleted the call record.
She put her phone in her trouser pocket, picked up the empty jewelry box, and walked out of the room. "Mrs. Huo, I'll give you the box too, so I don't have to lose it."
Mrs. Huo took off her apron at the kitchen door and said, "It's such a good deal for me to come to the resort. I got a great deal!"
He Sang quickly put it back in its place and fastened the platinum buckle.
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In the evening, the weather was so stuffy that it made people sweat. Mrs. Huo was so thirsty that she insisted on taking a bath in the ice spring pool.
After He Sang became pregnant, her tastes changed drastically. She also craved cold foods, especially iced strawberries and sour hawthorns. She didn't dare eat them. It was her first pregnancy, she had no experience, and Luo Zhili said she should be careful during the first three months. She was afraid of affecting the fetus, so she couldn't eat them. She always soaked them to cool down her internal heat.
When we arrived at the ice spring pool, there was already a huge crowd of people. The manager said there would be a performance by exotic girls, an entertainment program designed after Southeast Asia, where they would interact with male guests. The more beautiful they looked, the greater the chance of interaction.
Mrs. Huo chuckled. "There are only a few hundred people at the resort? He's so ugly. Mr. Liang is famous for his handsomeness in Hebei Province. It's a blessing for the girls to interact with him. He may not be happy about it."
Liang Chihui came out of the men's locker room wearing black swimming trunks and a satin waterproof vest. He was tall, with a flat waist and abdomen without any excess fat. Walking in the noisy crowd, he looked tall and dazzling, standing out from the crowd.
He Sang turned the corridor to the women's locker room and found it was a bathing pool for men and women. She originally wanted to bathe in the women's pool with Mrs. Huo so that they would not be restricted. In a mixed pool for men and women, it was natural for her to bathe with Liang Chihui.
Although she was wearing a black lace blouse, she was wearing underwear underneath. She had not been on a diet recently, so she had indeed gained weight and her breasts were fuller. She had always been big in size, and flesh would grow on her cheeks, buttocks and breasts. Without clothes to cover her, she always felt the heavy weight exposed in the air, trembling and bouncing.
It seems tempting to pick it.
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