Chapter 401 I would rather hold myself back than let Mrs. Liang suffer
"Third Young Master, I'm Lin Changzhi's wife." Mrs. Lin was casually fiddling with the leaves under the banana tree in the backyard. "Mrs. Liang asked me to buy you an oyster omelet and Korean spicy stir-fried rice cakes."
He Sang has a pure northern Chinese taste and is not very receptive to southern specialties and Japanese and Korean food. It was only after following Liang Jishen that she tried Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine and Cantonese cuisine and gradually adapted to the taste. She has never eaten oyster omelets or Korean food.
Liang Jishen narrowed his eyes, "Are you with her?"
"I'm in Courtyard 14, Bixi Mansion."
He stubbed out the burnt-out cigarette and lit another. "Is Second Brother here too?"
"Director Liang is in the study."
Liang Jishen vaguely guessed He Sang's intention, "I'll go buy it after get off work. Which store is it?"
"Salt Lake Snack Street... a shop owned by a Fujianese owner." Mrs. Lin recalled, "The fried rice cake shop is from the Korean restaurant across from the oyster omelet shop. But the environment is a bit dirty. Mrs. Liang instructed that you supervise the cleaners to disinfect the kitchen corners and cabinets at all times. Mrs. Liang is worried—"
Mrs. Lin stopped abruptly in the second half of her sentence.
Liang Jishen couldn't help but smile, and his tone was calm, not revealing his true intentions. "What is she pregnant with?"
Mr. Lin has warned that it is better to have less trouble than more. The Liang family has three wives and three sons, and the grievances between them are complicated. The second wife must have concerns because she did not announce the good news.
"Mrs. Liang suspects the pots and pans are unclean." Mrs. Lin responded quickly, "Excuse me, Third Young Master."
Liang Jishen restrained his smile and said, "Okay."
He hung up the phone and stared at the jumping flames.
He Sang was hinting to him that there was something wrong with the Korean restaurant.
The Salt Lake is ten kilometers away from the suburban horse farm in a straight line. The Salt Lake Port is the largest port in Hebei Province. It has a huge flow of cargo, tourists and sightseeing. Most of them are migrant workers and tourists from other places. It is difficult to check them without household registration. Tong Er is very likely hiding near the Salt Lake.
Given Liang Chihui's caution, would he have the interest to watch Marseille if Liang Yanzhang and Yao Wenjie were both "caught"?
He deliberately showed up in Marseille to send a signal to the police and the outside world that he was not afraid of investigation and was not implicated. He first stabilized the situation, then made a feint, shook off the bodyguards deployed by Cheng Xun, and took He Sang with him to intimidate Tong Er.
Tong Er witnessed He Jinping's daughter being held hostage in his hands. Zhao Kai and Liang Jishen were completely helpless. Knowing how powerful he was, they became even more loyal and honest, and did not dare to betray him.
Mental torture is a very sophisticated psychological tactic.
Killing without being seen.
"Tong Er got beaten, didn't he?"
Lawyer Wang replied, "She was beaten every day. Mr. Liang was helping Mrs. Liang vent her anger."
"What's going on with He Sang?"
"She's restricted in the mansion, with bodyguards and a nanny monitoring her 24/7. There's no communication equipment anywhere. Other than that, her food, clothing, housing, and transportation are excellent. Mr. Liang complies with all Mrs. Liang's requests." Lawyer Wang hesitated for a second. "I've worked with Mr. Liang in the group for many years, from when he was general manager to when he succeeded him as chairman. He's essentially the only person he's turned to for all business disputes and public relations. I understand his character and methods. If you push him to the limit, Mrs. Liang will be in danger. I suggest you trade Mrs. Yao for Mrs. Liang."
Liang Chihui took a puff of thick mist and blew it towards the ceiling. "Yao Wenji is suspected of money laundering and has transferred tens of billions overseas. The Municipal Bureau has detained her. I have no right to make the decision, and the provincial government will not allow an exchange."
Lawyer Wang said nothing.
After coming out of the China Overseas Group headquarters building, Lawyer Wang got into the car and dialed Liang Chihui's number.
"The Third Young Master clearly stated that there will be no exchange."
In the study, the curtains were drawn tightly, and Liang Chihui leaned back in his chair, immersed in the darkness.
"The Third Young Master received a call from a woman. She didn't say much, just that she was going to buy something after get off work."
Liang Chihui signaled to Assistant Fan, who opened the door, peered downstairs, and mouthed, "Ms. He and Mrs. Lin are arranging flowers in the living room. The bodyguards are present the entire time."
He averted his gaze and smiled inscrutablely, "Old Three trusts you half, but is wary of you half."
"If I come here rashly, even if I'm sincere, the Third Young Master will definitely be on guard."
"The third brother is always irritable, especially when it comes to He Sang. It's easy to provoke him into making a mistake." Liang Chihui tapped the uneven pattern on the ashtray. "It seems that my judgment was wrong. He was anxious inside, but he remained calm on the surface. He knew what he could and could not do."
Lawyer Wang smiled confidently, "Although I've managed to remain calm, my heart is in turmoil. You hold Miss He in your hands, and you hold the Third Young Master's bloodline in your hands. You don't have to worry about him not yielding."
Liang Chihui got up and went to the living room.
He Sang sat on the carpet, trimming flower branches: a bunch of white lilies and a dozen green roses.
Her technique was clumsy, and either the flowers were cut completely bare, or they looked the same even after cutting. Mrs. Lin knew flower arrangement, having taught herself garden design. Art is always similar, so she trimmed the flowers neatly and beautifully, arranging them in a white porcelain vase. He Sang's face was hidden in the bouquet, fresh and bright, and she was even more beautiful than the flowers.
Liang Chihui walked over and said, "I thought roses only came in red, white and pink."
He Sang took the time to glance at him, "You haven't seen it?"
He laughed, "Where should I meet you?"
"Mr. Liang is a well-known romantic in the love field, popular with the opposite sex, but he's never given green roses?" Mrs. Lin was surprised. "Many second-generation young men in Ji Province order green roses to please women. Green roses are rare, and women like them."
"Giving bags and cars represents material things, it's a transaction, while giving flowers represents love. I've never met a woman I'd be drawn to giving flowers to before." Liang Chihui picked up a green rose and handed it to He Sang. "Today I'm giving it to Mrs. Liang."
She didn't appreciate it and snatched it away, "This was bought by Mrs. Lin. You are using it to pay tribute to Buddha. Merchants are so cunning."
Mrs. Lin laughed out loud. "This is the first time Director Liang has ever sent me roses, but he snatched mine. If it gets out, it will make a fool of itself."
Liang Chihui said seriously, "Don't tell anyone."
He Sang chuckled.
He was tall and strong, so he also sat down, curling up his long legs. He Sang was cutting flowers, and Liang Chihui was staring at her.
After a while, he stretched out his hand to gather her long hair. A strand of hair flowed out from between his fingers. He smoothed it up and let it down again, making He Sang's ear feel itchy.
She tilted her head, "What's wrong?"
"My hair is disobedient."
"Hair can't listen, it's not a person."
"Isn't the hairpin too wide?" Liang Chihui clamped it, and the pearl hairpin fell to the ground along the end of her hair.
"It is wide. There is a narrow one, but it is at the old house. I didn't bring it with me."
Liang Chihui had never combed a woman's hair before. He Sang's long hair was so silky and smooth like water. He was afraid of tearing it or breaking it.
Mrs. Lin joked, "Boss Liang signed a multi-million dollar project at the mall, swishing his pen without blinking an eye, yet he's so scrambling to comb his hair?"
"Women and projects can't be compared." Liang Chihui finally gathered all her hair, awkwardly tied it up, and fixed it loosely. "If the project is too serious or too light, it will only lose money. If a woman is too heavy, it will hurt badly."
Mrs. Lin misunderstood. "Mr. Liang is really kind and considerate to women. He would rather suppress himself than let Mrs. Liang suffer."
He Sang concentrated on arranging the bouquet, while Liang Chihui quietly stroked her hair. "Of course, you must love the woman you choose with all your heart and never let her down."
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