Chapter 60 I'm Here
Liang Chihui had been in the audience seats on the second floor. He had seen He Sang in Republican-era Western-style dress and charming cheongsam before.
This is the first time I’ve worn ancient costume.
The black hair that reaches her waist is fixed by a hairpin and tied into a bun, with the ends of the hair hanging loose. She wears a light green silk gown and a snow-white fur collared jacket. The surging roundness of her hair breaks through the buttons, and the light shines on it, which makes people feel excited.
He remembered that Liang Yanzhang had watched a musical called "The Song of Everlasting Sorrow", which told the story of Li Longji and Yang Guifei, and the line: "The spring night is short and the sun is high. From now on, the king will no longer attend court early in the morning."
Liang Chihui truly understood it.
He pressed down Master Chen's hand, forcibly pried it apart, and released He Sang's shoulder. "Master Chen, is the play not exciting? Making fun of a little girl is really unkind."
Master Chen looked at him for a moment, "Liang...Liang Chihui."
He smiled and said, "It's been a long time since we last met. Master Chen still likes to joke with little girls."
Young Master Chen's eyes flickered between him and He Sang. "No wonder Dean Huang is so confident. You're protecting this girl."
Liang Chihui patted He Sang's back and said, "Mr. Chen was just teasing you. Why don't you thank him for his support?"
He Sang was about to leave when he didn't expect Master Chen to be so ungrateful. "Liang Chihui, you don't have to flatter me. Everyone is watching us! If you show up, I'll give up. Will I be a jerk from now on?"
He weighed the wine vessel and opened it. "Originally, I was planning to let her go after three drinks. Since you've stepped forward, why not at least double it? If she drinks six, I'll let her go immediately."
Liang Chihui's smile gradually froze.
"The Liang family, a powerful and influential family in the imperial city," Young Master Chen applauded, stirring up the crowd. "My father told me that people with the surnames Zhou, Liang, and Ye in Beijing are especially difficult to mess with. I was thinking about seeing them with my own eyes one day, and now you've come to them yourself."
Dean Huang hid in the crowd, watching the sensational scene, knowing full well that he could not smooth things over.
Since ancient times, children from prominent families have easily made enemies. You don’t submit to me, and I don’t submit to you.
On the verge of breaking out.
Liang Chihui loosened his tie and said, "I won't let her drink while I'm here."
"Well done!" Young Master Chen said, leaning forward with a toothpick in his mouth. "So what do you want?"
His face turned cold, "What do you want?"
Master Chen spat out a wet toothpick and asked, "You want to drink?"
"You decide on a number." Liang Chihui pulled his tie looser, picked up a bottle first, drank it all, shook it, and finished it all.
Young Master Chen narrowed his eyes, leaned back, and signaled to his bodyguard, "Open again."
The second bottle was a Spanish wine with a large belly and a narrow mouth. He Sang recognized it. Liang Jishen had also drunk it when he was on a business trip.
One bottle of it brought back my headache.
It has a mild taste at first, but a spicy aftertaste.
Liang Chihui's Adam's apple rolled and he finished the meal in a few mouthfuls.
Young Master Chen kicked his legs twice and waved his hand, "Keep driving."
He Sang felt a pang of bitterness in her heart and she wanted to stop him, but Liang Chihui grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
"Drinking will cause trouble—"
No matter how low the alcohol content is, it is still alcohol.
He drinks bottle after bottle, so strong and fierce that it will ruin his appetite.
"Mr. Liang..." He Sang broke free from his shackles and rushed forward again, but Liang Chihui still blocked him.
His shirt was completely unbuttoned, his right hand was raised high, and the bottom of the bottle was almost upside down. In the huge VIP room, the only sound was his swallowing, and no other extra sounds.
Liang Chihui put down the empty bottle, his body straight and straight, not bending at all, "Mr. Chen."
The voice was of an ordinary volume, neither hurried nor impatient, but Master Chen could sense that something was not going well.
In the end, how much he cared about the Liang family? Master Chen raised his chin, and the bodyguards all made way.
Liang Chihui said nothing, buttoned up his clothes one by one, and put on his windbreaker. Mr. Chen was sitting while he was standing, and he seemed to be inexplicably weaker in momentum than Mr. Chen.
"Goodbye."
Young Master Chen licked his back teeth. Liang Chihui really looked like someone who was doing something big. He was noisy and noisy, but in fact he was not as glorious as him.
After coming out of the theater, Liang Chihui arranged for He Sang to get in the car first. He leaned against the car door and spit out the wine he had just drunk.
She wanted to get out of the car, but he leaned against the door and didn't push it open.
Liang Chihui turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Can you make it? Go to the hospital."
The man smiled, his pupils dark and thick, and fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, wisps of which precipitated a deep flavor. "It's okay if you vomit. Miss He, there's no need to be nervous."
Liang Chihui sobered up and sat back down.
His handkerchief was dirty, stained with brown wine, and his lips were faintly pale.
The driver was worried. "You drank too much. A bottle is 360ml, and you drank four bottles. You should see a gastroenterologist."
"You're making a big deal out of nothing." Liang Chihui coughed. He Sang looked at him anxiously, and he tilted his head.
He didn't want a woman to worry about him.
The driver stepped on the accelerator and sped away from this troubled area. "This Chen guy is too rampant. You are a member of the Liang family, how dare he be so presumptuous?"
Liang Chihui was a little exhausted. "The Chen family is well-known in the province. We are not locals, so we can't confront them head-on."
The driver also understood that every dynasty has its own powerful figures, and when one party visits another's territory, they must show courtesy and show respect. Similarly, when Master Chen visits the Liang family's territory, he must also be polite and follow the rules.
If Liang Chihui were to suppress Master Chen on the Chen family's territory, He Sang would have a hard time here when he returned.
"Mr. Liang..." He Sang's voice trembled, he was at a loss, "I'm sorry to trouble you."
Liang Chihui turned back and touched the ends of her hair with the back of his hand. "Nothing's wrong. Why are you scaring yourself?"
Her palms were clenched until they were bloodless and pale. "I owe you a favor, I'll pay you back later."
The man was drunk and felt very tired. He didn't reply to her in a daze.
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