Chapter 421 The Most Vicious Woman's Heart
Liang Chihui's face remained calm, and his tone was even. "When the police arrived at the hospital, who did you think was faster, me or you?"
He pressed his palm against He Sang's abdomen, and the warmth of his hot, dry hand soaked into her inch by inch through her shirt. "Or maybe this piece of meat will flow out of your stomach faster."
He Sang felt a sharp pain all over her limbs, as if millions of ants were gnawing at her.
"Chi Hui...I didn't."
"You don't have anything?" He laughed. "Did I blame you? How do you know what I'm going to ask?"
There was endless fear in her eyes. She grabbed his hand and moved away without leaving a trace.
The moment he moved to her knees, Liang Chihui slid back to her lower abdomen, "I am the child's nominal father, don't I have the right to get close to her?"
He Sang couldn't help shivering.
Liang Chihui held her in his arms and coaxed her gently, "Have you thought of a name?"
His gentleness was an invisible knife, cutting her piece by piece. She snuggled in his arms, unable to escape, unable to get trapped, and lost her direction.
"I haven't thought about it yet..."
"What's her nickname?" He said patiently, as if the baby she was carrying was truly his own. "The girl's name is Anle. Do you hope she'll be safe and happy?"
He Sang nodded in a daze, "Hope."
"What should the boy be called?" Liang Chihui thought thoughtfully, "Shengsheng, the prosperity of the Liang family depends on him, okay?"
She was shivering violently, but Liang Chihui was still laughing. The more she shivered, the happier he laughed. "So Mrs. Liang doesn't like white earrings, she likes cinnabar-colored ones, right?" Before he finished speaking, he pinched her chin and forced her to raise her head. A cold pearl earring hit her face mercilessly. The blood from the silver needle had not dried yet, and a touch of bright red dazzled her eyes.
"You've been by my side for two months, and the Third Brother has been investigating Father and me day and night. To save the ship, he didn't dare lose his focus for even a moment." The sharp needle tip ruffled He Sang's temples, leaving her hair disheveled. Liang Chihui gently brushed her hair aside, revealing her full face. "No wonder the Third Brother, though he's worried about me, is confident in you. With your intelligence, he really has nothing to worry about. You're much more ruthless than I am."
He poked her lips lovingly with his fingertips, "Women have the most vicious hearts."
He Sang's breathing suddenly stopped.
"I can't conquer Mrs. Liang. She's even more heartless than me." Liang Chihui's smile grew wider and colder. "How can I treat you well if you refuse to accept my toast? If I treat you well, wouldn't that be treating myself harshly?"
The nurse came in with a tray containing a bowl of takeout mushroom and chicken congee. "Director Jiang ordered this."
Jiang Teng, deputy chief physician of obstetrics and gynecology, is Wu Zi's relative.
Liang Chihui let go of He Sang and picked up the bowl of porridge. "Thank you."
The nurse noticed the delicate atmosphere and reminded him, "Pregnant women need care and rest."
He nodded. "I understand."
After the nurse left, Liang Chihui scooped up some cooled porridge and fed it to He Sang.
She took it in her mouth.
"I remember you were most afraid of pain. You'd avoid IV drips and injections, and even refused to take a bitter pill."
Liang Chihui no longer had the patience he used to have. He pushed the porridge into her mouth with a slightly rough movement. She didn't swallow it all and took another spoonful, which made her cough. Drops of porridge flowed down and soaked the snow-white sheets.
"You were clearly afraid of pain, yet you pierced your leg and didn't hesitate to draw blood, deceiving me that it was a sign of miscarriage." Liang Chihui put down the bowl heavily, and He Sang shuddered.
Liang Chihui continued to roughly wipe the corners of her mouth and nose to prevent the liquid from flowing back and choking her.
At the end of the wipe, he was furious and pinched her face, "Do you hate me so much? Do you despise me so much? Even though you know that He Jinping's death has nothing to do with me, you still want to do everything you can to kill me?"
He Sang curled up and coughed violently.
The ward door was suddenly thrown open, and Wu Zi gasped, "Second Young Master, plainclothes officers are surrounding the hospital!"
Liang Chihui stood up suddenly, "Now?"
"The team leader is Zheng Ping, the second-in-command of the Navigation District Bureau. I've seen his car, the license plate ends in 247. His position ranks over 200th in the city. Public vehicles from other provinces are issued license plates in order of priority."
The windows on the first floor were brightly lit, and beams of car lights flashed by one after another. Liang Chihui hid in the groove of the wall, lifted the edge of the curtain, and tried to find out what was going on.
The leading Hongqi H7 was parked at the hospital gate. A middle-aged man wearing glasses and looking very imposing got out of the driver's seat. He waved to the southeast and northwest, signaling his subordinates to ambush.
Then he walked to the passenger seat and opened the door himself, "Secretary Liang, is the Audi A4 the second young master's car?"
Liang Jing also came down, wearing the uniform he wore for his office in Hebei Province. Despite being exhausted from a night of travel, his shoes were still straight and straight. He glanced at the parking lot and said, "It belongs to the second brother."
"There's a pregnant woman as a hostage, right?"
"yes."
Zheng Ping rubbed his hands together and asked, "Should we detain the Second Young Master at all costs..."
"No." Liang Jing said firmly, "The instructions from the office are to ensure the safety of the pregnant woman. We need to rescue He Sang first. As for the second child—"
He paused for a second. "There are residential buildings and shops all around us. There are more than a dozen medical staff and patients in the hospital who can't be evacuated in time. The second brother is armed, and a conflict would harm innocent people. Outsmarting him is the best way."
"What if we can't outsmart him?" Zheng Ping said seriously. "I've heard about the Second Young Master's character and methods. There's absolutely no chance of him surrendering."
Zheng Ping was shrewd. Liang Chihui's economic crimes could be serious or minor. A serious one would cost him his life, while a minor one would cost him ten years or so, with an uncertain outcome. Liang Jing's future in the industry was likely over. A family member with a criminal record would be unlikely to be reappointed, but Liang Jishen's situation was unique. It was common knowledge that the young master of the Liang family was Old Zhang's favorite disciple, and the Ji Province had nurtured him. His management of the enterprise would remain unaffected, and his future career was a sure thing. Although they were not on good terms internally, they were brothers to the outside world. If Liang Chihui died in an accident in another province, it would be a significant problem. The Navigation District Bureau did not want to shoulder the responsibility, so the blame had to be shifted to Liang Jing.
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