Chapter 409 How Much Do You Miss Me?
He Sang got out of bed and looked in the mirror.
It is a bun similar to that of the Song Dynasty. The hairstyle is very loose and low, with two strands hanging down from the ears. It is half tied up with a pearl hairpin and half tied with a hair rope. It is smart and gentle, and matches her moonlight white satin nightgown, which is refreshing.
The men in the Liang family have the same aesthetic tastes.
Bright and fresh, not gaudy or flashy.
Liang Jishen also often customized this type of clothes and hair accessories to dress her up.
"Where did you learn that?"
"Ancient books."
He Sang didn't believe it, "What ancient book teaches hairstyling?"
Liang Chihui did not hide it from her, "Song Dynasty Folk Records, an unofficial history I found by buying and selling books at the bookstalls in the antique city."
"You are reading unofficial history." Her fingertips touched the hairpin. The head was inlaid with purple pearls, the tail was a tassel of small white beads, and the hairpin bone was made of green jade. It was cool, soft and delicate.
Liang Chihui likes to choose jewelry with originality and unique creativity. He never has the same style as others on the market, and his jewelry is of excellent quality. Every time He Sang wears it on an occasion, it will definitely cause a sensation among the wealthy wives. Of course, the sensation is not just because of the high price, but mainly because of Liang Chihui's attitude towards his wife. It would be a lie if He Sang was not jealous of such a noble and wealthy man who spends all his time and energy to make a woman happy.
He Sang stroked the hairpin while Liang Chihui stroked her. The curls on her forehead stood up, making her look like the alpaca in the backyard, which made her particularly adorable. He softened his heart for a moment, "Are you bored at home?"
She said nothing.
Liang Chihui was patient enough in treating her. When he occasionally got angry, he would try to keep it in the company and leave it to his subordinates. When he returned to the mansion, he always acted like a restrained good man and a refined husband in front of her.
"Want to go out?"
He Sang was startled and answered him truthfully, "I do."
He laughed, picked up the hot milk from the bedside table, and said nonchalantly, "How much do you miss me?"
"I dream about it."
Liang Chihui shook the milk cup and said, "The nanny reported to me that you secretly poured out the milk tonight."
“It doesn’t taste good.”
The man pretended to be serious. "I know it doesn't taste good. I melted some tonic in the milk when I boiled it. It's supposed to stop vomiting, help you sleep, and replenish your Qi and blood. I don't care about the child's safety. I care about your Qi, your health, and whether you sleep well."
He Sang took the cup, drank every drop, burped, and put the cup back in his hand. "Are you going out?"
Her eyes were full of water, and the sunlight penetrated the curtains, covering her face, making her look beautiful and lovely.
Liang Chihui laughed and pinched her cheek, "I'll take you out after lunch."
He specially invited Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Zheng to accompany him.
Watching a play at Qiuzhuang.
Qiuzhuang is the second largest opera house in northern China, second only to the one in Beijing. It has city funding, and most of the performances are by top-tier and second-tier national actors.
There are all kinds of plays and repertoires.
Liang Yanzhang's generation of wealthy people, and even his father's generation, were quite enthusiastic about opera. Peking opera and Huangmei opera were particularly popular among those who lived in courtyard houses, hosting private performances in their courtyards. While regular actors were not available, the troupes who set up stalls under the overpasses and the veteran actors who walked the streets taking jobs had singing skills comparable to those of first- and second-class actors.
He Sang followed Liang Chihui up to the second floor.
The theater at Qiuzhuang, decorated in an ancient style with vermilion walls and emerald tiles, is known as the "Little Forbidden City of Hebei Province." The square courtyard, with winding paths and carved beams and painted buildings, is home to nine welcoming pines. Stone paintings on the walls depict auspicious clouds and purple light, symbolizing the return of all things to one, and the arrival of auspicious energy from the east. The elders and matrons of these families are the most superstitious.
Only Mrs. Zheng was in the VIP room. Mrs. Lin went to the kitchen to order food. Liang Chihui washed his hands in the sink under the porch and called the waiter in, "What show is going on today?"
"It's a special performance by a folk art troupe. You can choose the plays you want." The waiter flipped through the playlist. "Hebei Bangzi Opera and Yue Opera."
"Is there no Huangmei Opera?"
"Next Wednesday."
Liang Chihui searched page after page for what He Sang liked to read, "You like excitement, and 'The Legend of the White Snake' is the most exciting."
"Yue Opera is also good." Mrs. Zheng pointed to a play, "The Butterfly Lovers."
He Sang turned his head and asked, "The couple who turned into butterflies and flew away?"
Mrs. Zheng chuckled, "Yes!"
"The scene where Zhu Yingtai disguises herself as a man is interesting."
Liang Chihui ticked a box with a pen, closed the playlist, and pulled out his bank card from his wallet. "I'll sing this piece. I'll pay 500,000 yuan first. After the performance, Mrs. Liang will give me another reward."
The waiter took the card respectfully and said, "Second Young Master is always so generous. This art troupe is in luck."
He Sang heard Yi Guan, "Have you been here before?"
Liang Chihui rinsed the tea bowls and said, "When the great uncles of the Liang family have birthdays, nine out of ten will come here to celebrate."
Under the window, an old bronze gramophone was spinning slowly. He Sang leaned closer and asked, "Is that the theme song from 'The Bund'?"
"Yes, I played it." Mrs. Zheng peeled a Guiyuan and placed it on He Sang's small porcelain plate. Liang Chihui stopped her, "She can't eat Guiyuan."
Mrs. Zheng blamed herself, "Oops, I forgot."
The window of the private room faces the stage on the first floor. The windowsill is slanted, with wing-shaped rubble eaves. He Sang lies on the spacious wooden platform, feeding the golden carp in the pond, which is quite oriental.
Liang Chihui massaged her back intermittently, "Are you comfortable?"
She stretched herself and said, "Comfortable."
The man is very strong and the acupoints are precise. Pressing them from time to time makes the whole body feel comfortable.
"Which ancient book teaches massage?" He Sang turned sideways.
"Maternal and infant books." Liang Chihui glanced at her slowly, "I don't care about the child. You've had a hard time during your pregnancy, so I'll naturally try to find a way to help you relieve it."
She pursed her lips and looked towards the stage.
Two-thirds of the play was over when Assistant Fan walked into the private room and whispered something to Liang Chihui. Liang Chihui frowned and immediately took off his suit from the hanger. "I'm going back to the company. Please take good care of Xiao Sang."
He walked quickly and turned a corner on the stairs.
The bodyguard blocked the door of the box, monitoring He Sang without disturbing him or slacking off.
.......
Municipal Bureau.
Zhao Kai interrogated Liang Yanzhang and Gu Jianghai interrogated Ni Hong. They fought for a day and a night, but Ni Hong refused to budge and Gu Jianghai had not made any breakthrough. Zhao Kai finally got some results.
"Liang Chihui is very shrewd. He doesn't participate in any of the Guanghe Group's projects, including bidding, approval, construction, and delivery. He's in charge of nothing. Instead, Liang Yanzhang frequently summons project managers and contractors to inquire about progress and profitability." Zhao Kai held a cigarette between his lips. "Ni Hong wants to marry into the Liang family. Liang Yanzhang thinks that by buying her off, he can control Liang Chihui's every move. Liang Yanzhang doesn't want his second son to dominate. After all, the second branch has a bad reputation. Plus, Liang Chihui's business acumen and tactics are too astonishing. He's playing a ruthless game, proving his ruthlessness. Liang Yanzhang is quite wary of him."
Zhao Kai handed Liang Jishen a cigarette, but he didn't take it. "My throat is inflamed."
"He's getting angry?"
"Um."
"Are you constipated? I have a suppository. Take off your pants and lie on the toilet. I'll help you purge it."
Liang Jishen ignored him.
"Since ancient times, successive emperors have feared their sons usurping the throne. The mentality of the first generation of rich people is the same as that of the emperor. With a plethora of ex-wives and current wives, and many sons and daughters-in-law, the family property needs to be divided, right? Who is filial and who is capable? Weigh the pros and cons repeatedly, and never give up power easily." Gu Jianghai threw off his shoes and lay down on the chair. "Liang Yanzhang values his second son, but he also needs to test him and test the outside world's reputation. During this period, I must control the younger one 100%, and planting spies is essential. Liang Chihui discovered Ni Hong sending messages, but he pretended not to notice and arranged for his men to monitor her, so that he could understand Liang Yanzhang's every instruction and every move through her."
Zhao Kai leaned against the wall, exclaiming in amazement, "Liang Lao Er's counter-espionage plan is truly brilliant."
"A profiteer, he makes money with his brain." Gu Jianghai patted him, "Unlike us, who work hard in the wind and rain."
Liang Jishen opened his lunch box. Zhao Kai had been interrogating him all the time, so he hadn't had time to eat lunch until the evening. He packed three boxes, one for each of them. He had vegetarian fried pancakes, while Zhao Kai and Gu Jianghai had braised pork and braised prawns. A whole box full of meat and fish. "I'm going to tell Liang Jing that the Municipal Bureau has shut down the Liang Group. Old Gu is going back to the other city to shut down the underground bank."
Zhao Kai looked at his meal, then at his, feeling sad, "No money left? Your money is clean, isn't it? It can't be traced back to you."
"Save money to support my wife and kids." Liang Jishen lied seriously, finished his meal with big mouthfuls, and threw the lunch box into the trash can. "From now on, my food expenses will not exceed 20 yuan a day."
Gu Jianghai was amused. "If we put a donation box in the lobby of China Overseas Group, thousands of employees could donate twenty yuan a day without any problem."
Liang Jishen put on his suit and hurried to the petition office in Changning District where Liang Jing was.
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