Chapter 394 Belongs to Him Completely
"Xilan..."
Ji Xilan carried an insulated lunch box and placed it on the interrogation table. She was no longer as impulsive as before, but more dignified and steady. "Yan Zhang, you left the country overnight because the third brother asked me to report you."
Liang Yanzhang was stunned.
"It was the third brother's idea that I bullied and insulted Yao Wenji, 'forcing' you to file for a divorce, and escape from the Liang family's quagmire."
Ji Xilan looked at him and said, "Ni Hong is hiding in the factory building, and Yao Wenji and Lao J are colluding to launder money. These two pieces of information were passed on by He Sang."
Liang Yanzhang sat motionless in his seat like a frozen sculpture.
"I warned the second brother that he would fall into her hands." After a long while, Liang Yanzhang finally spoke, "He has a heart like me, selfish and vicious, but not as affectionate as me. A man with dirty hands who gets involved in love is courting death."
Liang Jishen lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then opened the lunch box. It contained his favorite dishes. "Eat first. I'll arrange for you and Yao Wenji to meet in the evening to settle your grudge."
He stared at the slowly rising steam, his face ashen. "I hired the assassin to murder He Jinping. Whenever an accident occurred on a project, I would do my best to keep it secret and minimize the impact. At its peak, Guanghe Group's annual profit was 1.2 billion, all of which was deposited in a bank in another city. I initially controlled the bank, but the Liang Group had no projects in other cities, and my frequent visits to the bank to check the accounts would have attracted too much attention, so I entrusted Chi Hui to inspect it. Actual control of the bank gradually shifted to him."
Liang Yanzhang covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking. "I really don't know where Tong Er is. After the group was shut down, I had no contact with any of the senior executives or employees."
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At the same time, Liang Chihui's Bentley circled seven or eight times in the southwest of the racecourse, turned a corner, and drove towards the bank of the Salt River.
Yanhe River is the moat of Hebei Province, spanning the north and south suburbs and separated from National Highway 109 by a small hill.
There are entertainment activities such as amusement parks, paragliding and bungee jumping on the mountain, so a food and beverage street was built along the banks of the Yan River, with more than 200 stalls and 50 Chinese, Japanese and Korean restaurants. It is the largest snack street in Hebei Province.
The car stopped by the lake, Liang Chihui got out, and He Sang walked behind him.
After walking through the narrow alley, he pushed open a door.
The smell of Korean chili sauce hit He Sang in the face and made him cough and vomit.
Liang Chihui did not wear a formal suit, but he had a good temperament and a tall and well-proportioned figure. Although his clothes were simple and casual, the charm of a mature man revealed in his every move was still eye-catching.
It is incompatible with the noisy and ordinary life of the world.
He stood opposite the cashier, "Where's Tong Er?"
The lobby manager said respectfully, "Cleaning in the kitchen."
"Call him over."
The manager hung up a "Temporarily Closed" sign, locked the door, and went to the kitchen behind the curtain.
Soon, a lame man came up to Liang Chihui and said, "Boss Liang, you are finally here. I can't stand this any longer. Every day feels like a year..."
He Sang's pupils suddenly dilated.
This cleaner...
It’s Tong Er.
Liang Jishen had guessed Tong Er's whereabouts. He had found him at a construction site, in an underground garage, or even hiding in the rental house of a lady he was dating. Most people in this line of work were from other places and had a high mobility. Even the community security guards didn't recognize them. Tong Er was not short of money. As long as he was willing to spend money on women, it was enough for him to buy temporary safety and seclusion.
Unexpectedly, I guessed the direction wrong.
Liang Chihui was so bold that he placed Tong Er in the most prosperous snack street.
He Sang couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
His mentality is too strong and too calm.
Liang Chihui turned sideways and asked Tong Er, "Have you seen her?"
Tong Er was blind in one eye, and the other was blurry. He looked at He Sang carefully and said, "I've never seen him before."
"She is He Jinping's daughter and will soon be my wife."
Tong Er was like seeing a ghost. He fell backward and lay on the ground.
Liang Chihui laughed out loud at his miserable state. He hugged He Sang again and introduced him gently, "He is Tong Er. Aren't you curious about his hiding place? I'll tell you today."
He Sang wasn't sure how she should react, and even less sure what Liang Chihui was going to do. She curled her lips and said, "It's... it's Tong Er."
"Are you scared?" Liang Chihui's voice was tender, as if water would overflow in the next second. "Don't be afraid as long as I am here."
Tong Erzhe knelt down at his feet trembling with fear.
"You go down." He smiled.
Tong Er staggered back to the kitchen.
The emotion in Liang Chihui's eyes was like a column of gushing hot magma. As they looked at each other, it burned He Sang alive and tore her heart apart.
His face was pressed against hers, his stubble neatly shaved. If they were not so close, she would not be able to see the blue marks growing on his beard. The strong masculine hormones were bursting out from his handsome face.
He Sang sensed extreme danger.
There has never been more danger.
The refreshing aroma of men's aftershave and the smell of nicotine mixed with toothpaste permeated He Sang's nostrils. She subconsciously stepped back, but Liang Chihui suddenly supported her body and pushed her towards him with brute force.
The lobby was already empty.
Liang Chihui's strong and hot muscles rubbed against her through her clothes, and the hard belt buckle hurt her bones.
"Zhao Kai is waiting for you to tip off." He took out the cell phone from his pocket. It was hers.
Turn on the computer.
Prompt a message.
The note is Ji Shen.
——Is it safe?
Liang Chihui narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Are you safe?"
He Sang felt like a huge rock was pressing against her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. She didn't dare to anger Liang Chihui again and nodded obediently, "It's safe."
"Is Ni Hong safe?"
She didn't understand his intention and said nothing.
"Ni Hong disobeyed my instructions. I didn't care that she had been with me for ten years. Fortunately, Liang Jishen found her. I needed her protection, otherwise I would not have forgiven her." He stroked the screen of his phone, thinking about those three words over and over again. "What if Ni Hong sold me out, betrayed me? What would have been her fate?"
He Sang was terrified.
Liang Chihui's most gentle tone and cruelest words were, "I will make her wish she could neither live nor die."
"Chi Hui..."
He wiped the lipstick that had smudged off He Sang's lower lip and asked, "Am I a kind and soft-hearted man?"
He Sang's mind was blank. Outside the door, countless smoke from cooking fires rose and dissipated in all directions. Amid the surging crowd, everything was surprisingly quiet. It seemed that there were only him and her. The smoke from the stall spread over the glass, and the man's face was so mysterious and unpredictable.
"I'm not." Liang Chihui quickly deleted Liang Jishen's text message. "I'm a ruthless, heartless, and bad man. Only you, He Sang, broke my rules and remained safe and sound by my side."
He turned off the phone, broke the SIM card and threw it into the trash can.
There was not a drop of blood left on He Sang's face.
Liang Chihui used this way to warn her that he had cut off her wings and severed her from Liang Jishen. From that moment on, her world belonged to him completely and was in his hands.
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