Chapter 386 Put on the Wedding Ring
The development of the situation was beyond Liang Chihui's control.
Lao J denied on the phone that Yao Wenjie had left the country, but the factory production and cargo transportation in Thailand were all normal, and the funds in Yao Wenjie's account were safe.
Old J was puzzled, "Boss Yao disappeared suddenly without notifying you?"
Liang Chihui twisted his brows and said, "No."
There was silence for a while. "Is Inspector Liang in the country?"
"exist."
There was a tacit silence on both ends of the phone.
Liang Chihui narrowed his eyes, "He has no evidence, so he doesn't dare to arrest my mother."
"What if he has evidence?" Old J knew Liang Jishen's skills well. "I don't need to tell you who Prosecutor Liang is. He's incredibly slick in Southeast Asia. Those who pretend to be gangsters are actually quite experienced, but those who work in the white world are the nemesis of us local tyrants. He's a nemesis even on his own, so if he has an insider..."
Liang Chihui's grip tightened.
The blue veins almost burst through the skin.
"Boss Liang, there's no traitor, right?" Old J was unhappy. "Please don't implicate me."
"How could that be?" Liang Chihui chuckled. "Who has the guts to be a traitor under my nose?"
He hung up the phone.
I was restless all night.
After dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Huo said goodbye.
On the way downstairs, Mr. Huo saw through Mrs. Huo's tricks at a glance, "Did you arrange for the girl to torment Mr. Liang? What are you doing!"
"What man doesn't want the favor of a beautiful woman?" Mrs. Huo disagreed. "The girl chose Mr. Liang, and Mrs. Liang is jealous. He can go home and coax her to add to the fun of the young couple."
"Are you blind?" Mr. Huo was a smart man, and he was so angry that his teeth itched. "Mrs. Liang didn't even—"
"Mr. Huo." Assistant Fan hurried out of the elevator and stopped him. "Mr. Liang, please go back with your wife."
Mr. and Mrs. Huo looked at each other, feeling that something was wrong, and returned to the 17th floor.
Liang Chihui stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of red wine.
He was still wearing the gray-blue home suit, but his gentle and elegant aura had become inexplicably deeper, revealing a murderous aura.
Mr. Huo stopped behind him, and before he could say anything, he suddenly splashed the wine, and the wine stains splashed on Mrs. Huo's head and clothes like drops of blood, and she screamed.
Then throw it away.
The crisp sound of glass shards "crackling" gave Mr. Huo goose bumps all over his body.
"Mr. Liang..."
"In Ji Province, there are only a few businessmen who are qualified to be on par with me. Climbing up to me is a shortcut. I promoted you from the middle level of Liang Group to senior management. Even the directors have to flatter you. The glory you have is my gift."
Mr. Huo was sweating profusely, "I haven't forgotten Mr. Liang's kindness..."
"I asked your wife to accompany He Sang to relieve his boredom. She spread the word that she is the close friend of the Second Young Master's wife. In fact, as long as she can make He Sang happy, I can do honor to the Huo family and raise the status of you two."
"Yes... yes." Mr. Huo smiled apologetically. "My wife is straightforward and doesn't think before she speaks, but she is loyal to Mrs. Liang. I am equally devoted to you!"
"Since you are so devoted to me, you must abide by my rules. The group's secrets must not be leaked, including to the person next to you." Liang Chihui said word by word, "You know the pros and cons, but your wife doesn't."
Mr. Huo woke up as if from a dream. He slapped Mrs. Huo and asked, "What did you say to Mrs. Liang?"
"I..." Mrs. Huo covered the burning slap mark, "I said a lot..."
"The money laundering accounts of Guanghe Group and the bank?"
She stammered, "I did."
Mr. Huo's pupils shrank. "What about overseas, Mrs. Yao's factory?"
Mrs. Huo cried, "I also said..."
"Stupid woman—" Mr. Huo was about to slap her again, but Liang Chihui scolded her, "If you didn't leak it, would she know?"
Mr. Huo regretted it and slapped himself on the neck.
Liang Chihui had seen many storms and had gone through many hardships. He was quite calm and walked up to Mrs. Huo. "Did you mention Lao J?"
"I..." Mrs. Huo confessed everything. "I mentioned it in the kitchen this afternoon."
"Did He Sang ask this?"
"Mrs. Liang never takes the initiative..." Mrs. Huo recalled, feeling puzzled. "But she had a way of tricking me into bringing it up. She's a quiet person, keeping a low profile. After a few words on one topic, she'd change the subject, so I didn't realize anything was wrong..."
Mr. Huo was worried that Liang Chihui would vent his anger on his wife, so he pleaded tactfully, "Mrs. Liang came prepared. She is a woman trained by the Third Young Master to deal with you. My wife is straightforward and outspoken, so she is no match for her."
Liang Chihui closed his eyes.
His face was so pale that there was not a trace of blood.
After a long while, he said, "Go down."
Mr. and Mrs. Huo rushed out of the door as if they had been granted amnesty.
......
At night, He Sang took a shower and lingered in the living room until two in the morning. Liang Chihui was still reading documents on the balcony of the master bedroom. He didn't speak and didn't come out.
She was so sleepy that she kept yawning, so she had to go into the house, "Chi Hui, don't you want to rest?"
Liang Chihui flipped through a page of the report, still full of energy and energy, without a trace of fatigue. "Are you going to sleep?"
"I'm not in a hurry..." He Sang hesitated, "I'll go make a bowl of midnight snack."
"I'm not hungry." He closed the folder, his eyes fixed on her with an undisguised chill.
He Sang felt a chill shiver through her bones, and she couldn't help but shiver. "I'd better cook a bowl. It won't take much effort."
"stop."
She froze.
Staying motionless in the same place.
"Come back." The man's tone was calm, so calm that there was not a ripple.
She turned around and moved forward step by step.
Liang Chihui waited patiently, but his patience disappeared after she slowly took twelve steps. He had long arms and pulled her, and He Sang fell to the ground with her chest between his legs.
The ambiguous and crazy posture made He Sang's scalp tingle.
She straightened up quickly, and Liang Chihui moved even faster, pressing the back of her head and forcing her to stick to his arms.
The man's heart was right against her forehead. He Sang could feel his wild heartbeat, his hot breathing, and the anger that tightly wrapped around her.
It was definitely anger.
"Chi Hui..."
"Why are you cooking supper for me?" He smiled, "Do you often cook for the third child?"
Liang Chihui's chest swelled and collapsed so violently and clearly, her hard ribs pressed against her back, she could not move, and had no way to escape.
"Would he be willing to let you work so hard in the kitchen? I wouldn't. My woman should be pampered and respected. She should be carrying the most luxurious bags, the most expensive car keys, and entering the password to a luxurious house, not using pots and pans. Even her hobbies and pleasures, I wouldn't be willing to let her go."
He Sang buried himself in his arms, on the verge of suffocation.
Liang Chihui stroked her long hair, as if to comfort her, but also as if to scare her.
I don't know how long they maintained this posture, but He Sang heard him say, "Are you afraid of me?"
She was in a daze and couldn't recover.
The next second, Liang Chihui lifted her face. Her eyes were moist and there were helpless tear marks at the corners of her eyes.
"Open the drawer."
He Sang mechanically followed his orders and reached out to open the drawer.
Inside was a silver velvet box, and inside was a diamond ring.
The pink diamond has a moderate carat weight, not ostentatious or extravagant, but exquisite and tasteful. The ring is engraved with the letters "h" and "s", and there is a heart shape in the middle of the letters.
Wedding ring.
He Sang pulled his hand back in panic, but he held it tightly.
Liang Chihui took out the diamond ring and slowly put it on her ring finger.
Her hands are tender, soft, and she never wears nail polish. Her nails are a natural pink and white, and the curves are trimmed neatly and smoothly. With the rings on them, she looks like a well-behaved and lovely little hand.
The man lowered his head and kissed her knuckles along with the ring.
He Sang couldn't help but shudder.
Liang Chihui kissed her eyes again. Every time her eyelashes fluttered, he kissed her again. He didn't stop until she accepted his kiss without any resistance. "Mrs. Liang hasn't replied to me yet. Are you afraid of me?"
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