Chapter 388 Do you go with him or stay?
The original plan was to spend a week at the resort, but Yao Wenjie disappeared and Mrs. Huo got into trouble again. Liang Chihui was filled with anger and had no interest in playing anymore.
He stayed in the old house for two days, and Liang Jing also lived in the second bedroom. He deliberately showed Liang Jing how calm and steady he was.
The eldest and third houses now belong to the same ship.
Liang Jishen is busy between the Municipal Bureau and China Overseas Group, and he is not very capable, so he cannot handle it. If Liang Jing dispels his suspicion of Liang Chihui, Liang Jishen will relax a little.
At night the next day, Liang Chihui rushed back to the mansion and went straight to the master bedroom on the second floor.
He Sang took a shower and lay on the bed to recite the music score. Ever since she stole Mrs. Huo's mobile phone to send messages, the nanny has been monitoring her very strictly and the landline has been deactivated. Even when Mrs. Lin came to look for her, the nanny used the excuse that she was sick and resting and did not allow Mrs. Lin to come in.
She was really bored, so she asked her bodyguard to go to the music store and buy a guzheng and some music scores. She was an entry-level player, far inferior to the professionals, and her learning was halting, but it was a good way to pass the time.
"Pack your things." Liang Chihui pushed open the door.
He Sang stood up and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Don't ask."
He turned sideways and told the nanny, "Turn on the garage door and the landscape lights in the yard."
"All the lights?"
"Um."
The nanny hurried downstairs, and Liang Chihui called her, "Just turn on a light to illuminate the garage door."
He Sang stood there with the music sheet in hand. She couldn't guess what Liang Chihui was up to. "Is he going abroad?"
"no."
"Leaving the province?"
Liang Chihui stretched his rolled-up sleeves tightly and said, "No."
He Sang figured out his intention, "Is this a show?"
The man paused, staring at her for a moment, then walked over and stroked her face. "Liang Jing, this old bachelor, really doesn't understand women. How can Mrs. Liang be a foolish beauty? She's a beautiful woman with ice-cold wisdom."
He laughed, his eyes full of pity, clinging to her, "It's a little fox that has cultivated into a spirit."
He Sang felt the temperature of his palm, which was scorching and restless.
Liang Chihui's body temperature has always been cool, just like himself, feminine, warm, and just right.
Not as dry and hot as Liang Jishen.
He Sang realized something from his sudden abnormality. "Is someone following you?"
"Not necessarily following me." Liang Chihui was addicted to caressing her, from her face to her shoulders, and then to her waist. He pulled her tightly, and He Sang's chest pressed against his chest, her heartbeat against his. "It's probably to rescue Mrs. Liang and snatch you from me."
He Sang lowered her head, Liang Chihui picked her up and lingered on her cheek, "If the third brother forcibly rescues you, will you go with him or stay?"
She didn't hesitate, "I'll stay."
"Is that the truth?" Liang Chihui looked at her.
"Everyone in Ji Province's upper class knows that I'm the second wife of the second wife. Truth or lie doesn't matter; my honor and disgrace are already tied to the second wife's." He Sang calmly met his scrutiny. "You, aunt, when you prosper, I prosper too. When you fail, I become a laughingstock, a scourge of doom. After all, you've been successful for over a decade, invincible in the business world, only to fall apart after meeting me. The outside world will only curse me."
Liang Chihui loved her cleverness, but also hated her duplicity.
He had never seen a woman who could tell lies so tenderly, so sincerely and beautifully.
If she said that she was touched and couldn't bear it because he treated her well, he would not believe her.
He had twenty ribs, and the only soft rib was located at his heart, which was clamped in He Sang's hand.
"I'm not at home, will you be at peace?"
He Sang nodded, "I'm learning piano music."
Liang Chihui glanced at the music stand and guzheng on the terrace. She had tried playing them before. Brand new artificial nails were placed on the strings. She always wore pink artificial nails and a smoky pink blouse. Most of the underwear and vests in the closet were pink. She was very compatible with pink, with that pitiful sense of brokenness.
"Did you learn it for me?"
"Do you like listening to music?"
"Mrs. Liang plays it, so of course I like it."
She said nothing.
Liang Chihui was flipping through the music score, it was "Ten Sides of Ambush".
In the midst of war, victory or defeat is decided in a single day.
His face darkened.
"I like listening to you play songs about love and affection." Liang Chihui tore up the music score and threw it into the trash can. "No need to change clothes."
He Sang at least put on a long-sleeved sun-protection jacket to cover her exposed chest and back. When she came out of the mansion, Liang Chihui stayed in the courtyard for a while, broke off a flower and handed it to her.
She took it with a smile, "The late-season crabapple in the backyard was nibbled by the alpaca."
"Is it big enough?"
"I chewed it while riding a pony."
He chuckled, "A pet suits its owner. It's up to you how clever the alpaca is."
He Sang plucked the pink and white petals and said, "I haven't been home for three months."
Liang Chihui leaned against the tree trunk, smoking, and said nothing.
She pulled the branches bare and squatted on the wooden porch, writing and drawing. "If you want to leave Hebei Province, please send me back first. I hate that man. My mother gave birth to me after all. Seeing her once is also a farewell."
Liang Chihui raised his head and blew out a column of smoke, "It's not that serious yet."
As soon as He Sang heard his tone, he knew what was going on.
He really wanted to flee the country.
Timing to be determined.
Perhaps he had set a date, and after her previous experience of betrayal, he decided to keep it a secret from her.
He Sang stood up and asked, "Where are we going next?"
Liang Chihui pretended to raise his wrist to check his watch, and glanced at the street corner outside the iron fence. The bushes were pitch black.
He took He Sang into the garage. Assistant Fan was sitting in the driver's seat. On the passenger seat were leftover lunch boxes and empty water bottles. The car was filled with the smell of air freshener.
"Exposed?"
"Don't worry," Assistant Fan said firmly, "I've been in the car since five in the morning and haven't moved all day."
He Sang suddenly realized that Assistant Fan was usually a loyal and responsible lackey, helping Liang Chihui to issue orders and arrange itineraries, and he made sure every single thing was done. No wonder he didn't show up for a day and hid in the garage.
Liang Chihui ordered him, "Turn on the lights."
He turned on the headlights and shot several meters straight into the night.
"Honk."
Assistant Fan did as he was told.
"In three minutes, drive out of the community, head to the western suburbs, stop at an open space halfway up the mountain, and wait for my call."
"yes."
Liang Chihui took He Sang's hand, walked into a security door leading to the villa's basement, went upstairs again, and returned to the master bedroom.
He Sang understood everything.
A feint.
Create the illusion that they are in the car, and then lure the spies away from the dark.
Liang Chihui didn't turn on the lights. He stood in front of the window and monitored the movements through a telescope.
Three minutes later, the Bentley drove out of the garage on time and turned at the entrance of the community. A black SUV started up right behind it.
He was silent and put down the telescope.
The third brother sent people to track him down.
Prevent leaving the country.
Once the Bentley drives towards the provincial border, the third brother will definitely block it.
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