Chapter 69 Guilt
Liang Chihui anticipated that the confrontation between him and Master Chen would spread.
You can imagine how it will be spread.
The second son of the Liang family lost his temper for the beauty he loved and competed with the local prince for the woman.
Although he had been involved in more than a dozen romantic affairs, this was the first time he "robbed a woman". There was no need to rob her. His identity was attractive enough to women, and the unprecedented robbing of a woman was naturally a strange story among the children of high-ranking officials.
He Sang felt guilty, "Boss Liang, did it affect you?"
"Yes." Liang Chihui confessed, "It has a huge impact."
She choked. She thought he would comfort her and tell her not to feel burdened, but unexpectedly he admitted it.
"I'm unmarried. I broke up with my ex a year and a half ago. After taking over the Liang Group, I've been very self-disciplined and haven't had any romantic relationships since then. Suddenly, there's a scandal—"
The man spoke in a calm tone, but every word he said struck a hole in He Sang's heart.
It seems like I'm blaming her.
Her face flushed, "So...how can I make it up to you?"
Liang Chihui tapped the corner of the table with his fingers. "Are you really going to make amends?"
"I'll try my best." He Sang said with a guilty conscience, "I just bought a house, my salary hasn't been paid yet, and the balance on my card is..."
She carefully checked the account under her name. "80,000 yuan."
The man laughed suddenly, and felt from the bottom of his heart that this girl was honest and interesting. He was the one who took the initiative to protect her, not because she begged him for it, so any price he paid actually had nothing to do with her.
"I don't need financial compensation."
He Sang's eyes instantly became alert.
Liang Chihui understood that she had misunderstood and couldn't help but smile even more happily, "Can you cook?"
She nodded subconsciously.
"You cooked a meal for me yourself, so we're even."
He Sang was stunned. "Only cooking one meal?"
The man raised his eyebrows, "Just one meal."
“I can’t afford the ingredients—”
It is said that the old man from the Zhang family who had an affair with Yao Wenjie spent one million yuan on food expenses every month. He only ate caviar from Emmas and had matsutake soup made from red pine air-shipped from Japan. The Liang family was much richer than the Zhang family, especially the second son Liang Chihui, who was into business rather than politics and did not worry about being criticized. He was famous for his pampered life and high standards.
Most of the things he had eaten and played with were things He Sang had never seen.
"It doesn't matter what we eat." Liang Chihui dispelled her concerns, "As long as Miss He is willing to cook for me, it's fine."
She breathed a sigh of relief, "I have implicated Mr. Liang. If I can compensate you, even two meals will do."
"Then it's settled." Liang Chihui smiled slightly and took the opportunity to agree, "Two meals. I'll notify Miss He in advance to prepare them."
He Sang's mention of two meals was nothing more than a polite remark.
You can't just go along with him asking for a meal. It would seem insincere and too forced.
Liang Chihui took the courtesy as the truth, which caught He Sang off guard again.
She was inexplicably amused, "Mr. Liang, I want to ask you a question."
The man clenched his fist and pressed it between his lips and nose. "Ask."
He Sang hesitated for a moment and said, "Nothing."
"You want to ask, business is a world of social etiquette. I'm in the business world, so shouldn't I know the basic etiquette?"
Liang Chihui's guess was so accurate that she was surprised. "Can you read minds?"
He smiled and said, "I know a little bit, mainly to guess what women are thinking."
He Sang was a little embarrassed, "I don't think so."
"Shall I take you back to the hotel?" Liang Chihui was very polite. The woman was embarrassed, so he smoothed things over in time, "We're on our way."
He Sang didn't want to bother him anymore. "I'm going to the supermarket to buy some fruit and visit the night market. You can take a taxi yourself."
He also didn't insist, "Goodbye then."
The restaurant door opened inwards. When He Sang opened the door, Liang Chihui was also pulling it. Her soft long hair wrapped around his arm, and in just a moment, the hair fell down silently.
The lingering touch vaguely resembles the willow saplings by the riverbank in March, wet, slender, and soft, and they will break if you are not careful.
He Sang got into the taxi, lifted the window and waved at him. Liang Chihui stood on the steps. The window seemed transparent under the setting sun, and the girl's thin face was infinitely magnified and clear.
Little Yuanbao has perky ears and a light blue denim jacket that has been washed out to a pale color, and he looks so pure that it is heartbreaking.
Liang Chihui felt a sense of guilt.
A greedy and aging old man and a fair and innocent girl.
He didn't know what sin was. It seemed like a rough stone that dragged him down again and again.
Liang Chihui withdrew his gaze and walked down the stairs.
The driver opened the door and placed his palm on the roof. "Mr. Liang, Huang Biao has arrived at the station."
"Let him come to the theatre."
Huang Biao hurried over, it was already dusk.
Liang Chihui slowly lowered the car window, rested his elbows on the frame, and looked straight ahead.
"Miss He should be moving out of the Lishui Mansion in the next few days. The Third Young Master urgently purchased an apartment and doesn't dare stay in a hotel anymore, fearing that Ji Xilan would harm Miss He." Huang Biao praised, "Your strategy is very clever. Ji Xilan is keeping an eye on Song He's every move. Song He chased her to other provinces and caused a scene at the horse farm, which exposed the whereabouts of the Third Young Master and Miss He. Ji Xilan will not let Miss He go even if she gets rid of Song He. Moreover, she has always been wary of Madam Yao. After all, the second branch of the family has an advantage over the third branch in the order of inheritance. Ji Xilan most hopes that Miss He will become Director Liang's new love. This will not only cut off the Third Young Master's thoughts, but also win over Madam Yao."
Huang Biao cautiously probed Liang Chihui, "The Third Young Master must have hidden Miss He very well, and perhaps even had bodyguards ambushed around the theater. How will you report this to Director Liang?"
The man half closed his eyelids and said, "I won't report back."
"Not reporting back?" Huang Biao was shocked. "Then Director Liang..."
The executives of the Liang Group also heard about Liang Yanzhang's feelings for He Sang. He would go to the theater to book a private screening every now and then to watch He Sang's "The Bund". How could a man in the upper class not be lustful? What's more, Liang Yanzhang had married three wives in succession and had a "criminal record". If he supported an actress, he must have fallen in love with her.
There were even insiders who bet that if He Sang became the fourth wife of the Liang family, given Liang Jishen's personality, there would be a big drama between father and son.
That's a complete change.
Liang Chihui brushed off the wall dust from his knees, which he had gotten in the restaurant. "When my father asked me about it, I just pushed it onto the third brother. He was hiding He Sang and protecting her, so I couldn't do anything."
Huang Biao suddenly realized that he had changed his mind. Initially, he had planned to acquire He Sang to please Liang Yanzhang. Before Liang Jing returned to China, he wanted to get a portion of the family property to consolidate his position in the company. Huang Biao couldn't understand why he had changed his mind.
"Boss Liang, are you afraid of the Third Young Master?"
Liang Chihui chuckled and said nothing.
When the smile lines faded, the man said, "You did a good job."
"My ex-wife is addicted to gambling. She's always borrowing from Peter to pay Paul, and she's really short of money." Huang Biao was helpless. He wasn't a heartless man. After the divorce, he gave his ex-wife over 6 million yuan, which was considered the most he could do. "I gave her a large sum of money and told her to find a way to get to know Song He and gain his trust. Song He now has complete faith in her."
Huang Biao is Cui Manli's financial backer. Cui Manli and He Sang have been fighting each other to the death. Now two women are competing for one man. It is only natural for Huang Biao to vent his anger for his lover and help Song He defeat He Sang.
Liang Chihui also considered it over and over again and arranged for Huang Biao to take action.
He took a check from the locker and held it out the window.
"Mr. Liang——" Huang Biao's eyes widened, "I'm not asking you for money!"
"You worked hard for me, and this is what you deserve. Remember, never reveal this to my father."
It's hush money.
Only then did Huang Biao accept it with peace of mind.
"Song He fell from the highest point of the racetrack, breaking her calf and rupturing her tendons. The Third Young Master stayed in the hospital with her throughout the entire surgery."
"She was pretty cruel to herself." Liang Chihui raised the corner of his lips casually, "He Sang must be scared."
Huang Biao was stunned. He actually cared about whether He Sang was frightened at this critical moment. "Yes, she was frightened. The horse trainer said that Miss He came down the mountain crying."
He thought for a moment, "Did it rain yesterday?"
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