Chapter 83 Miss He is not fat enough
The further you go inside, the stronger the scent of cosmetics becomes.
As the weather began to warm up, the actresses gradually started to wear cooler clothes. A bead curtain door was added to the dressing room. When it was lifted up to enter and exit, it made a rustling sound, which served as a reminder to the girls.
There was a folding fan on the shelf at the door, which fell at the man's feet. He picked up the fan, twisted it on his fingertips, picked up the fan ribs, and lifted the bead curtain with his backhand.
The rustling sound startled He Sang, and she turned her head instantly.
The man walked from behind the bead curtain to the front of it, the water shimmered in the water, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, but that slight smile could not be ignored.
He Sang finally understood why the outside world regarded the Liang family's second son as a dashing and charming man.
"Miss He's portrayal of Yang Guifei is a little off the mark."
She asked, "What's the difference?"
"Not fat enough."
He Sang chuckled, turned around and said with his back to him, "Boss Liang is on a business trip here?"
"Entertaining a client." He put away his folding fan and sat down slowly. "I was passing by the theater and stopped by."
She took off her earrings and headdress, and Liang Chihui's reflection was reflected in her makeup mirror, staring at her silently.
"Mr. Liang, do you know Wanhe Group?"
He was slightly distracted, "What."
"In February, one hundred companies were registered in Hebei Province, including one called Wanhe Group, whose owner is Feng Zhikui, the former legal representative of Guanghe Group."
Liang Chihui's expression changed, but he quickly regained his smile, "I know, but not many people in the outside world know about him."
"My friend's husband worked with Feng Zhikui before. There's a project payment that hasn't been settled. I've been looking for him for years, but I didn't expect him to start a new company." He Sang took off her jewelry and picked up a wooden comb to comb her hair. "Doesn't the Liang Group also build houses? You have no connection with him?"
"Yes, a building was built." Liang Chihui said calmly, "The projects contracted by Liang and Guanghe are not the same."
"Does Mr. Liang know Feng Zhikui?"
"I've heard of it, but I can't say I know it."
He Sang's heart sank again.
The Liang family is most likely the backer of Guanghe Group. Liang Jing has worked in the overseas embassy for more than ten years. Excluding Liang Chihui, only Liang Jishen is left.
These fragmentary clues all point to him.
"Ms. He."
He Sang was in a daze and didn't hear Liang Chihui calling her. He walked over and waved his hand in front of her eyes, and she suddenly came to her senses.
"You're unbuttoned."
She touched her chest. The square collar of the sweater covered her collarbone and had no buttons.
"Here." Liang Chihui put his right hand around her shoulder and gently moved the button on her neck. The button was slightly cold. His fingers, with the residual warmth of heat, rubbed her skin almost carelessly. "Do you need me to help you tie it?"
He Sang refused, "I'll tie it myself."
She grabbed the edge of the collar with one hand and opened the buttonhole with the other, fumbling to push the button in. This was the first time she had worn this shirt, and the buttons had not been polished, so they were not round and felt sharp. They caught a small tuft of her hair, which got stuck in the buttonhole as she pushed and pulled it, causing her scalp to hurt.
He Sang cried out instinctively.
This shout made her ears turn red.
There were only her and Liang Chihui in the huge dressing room. A woman's voice was always delicate, making the atmosphere inexplicably ambiguous and subtle.
"I'll do it."
Liang Chihui was very natural and knew how to act. He held her wrist appropriately, moved it to the side, and patiently pulled out her hair. The hair was very tangled and swallowed up the buttons. He patiently unraveled it, and He Sang did not feel uncomfortable at all throughout the whole process.
I could only feel the subtle touch of his palm and the warm breath above my head.
"alright."
Liang Chihui took a step back. The driver knocked on the door outside, urging him to go to the high-speed rail station. He raised his watch and estimated the time. "You've still got time. I'll give you a ride."
He Sang stood up and said, "My colleague gave me her role in In the Mood for Love. The next scene happens to be hers. I'm going to the audience to learn from her."
"In the Mood for Love—" He nodded, "I remember."
He Sang didn't understand, "What do you remember?"
Liang Chihui smiled slightly, "I remember that cheongsam suits you very well."
She laughed too.
After coming out of the theater, the driver took Liang Chihui into the car.
As they drove out of the parking lot, he suddenly asked, "You investigated He Sang before. Her father is..."
"It's He Jinping, the deputy director of the district's Housing and Urban-Rural Development Department. He's in charge of supervising the project and inspecting the quality of the work."
The driver was deeply impressed, because Liang Chihui rarely investigated a girl's background. He didn't mind the girl's wealth or poverty. After all, it was just a relationship, not marriage, so family background was irrelevant to him.
"Among the three people killed by Guanghe Group, is there anyone named He?"
"The names published are pseudonyms: an H, a Z, and a female secretary, an L."
"H?" Liang Chihui supported his chin with one hand and looked out the window, "What was the cause of He Jinping's death?"
"There's a remittance slip in his file. It's for humanitarian compensation, not a pension."
Humanitarian compensation is the company's sympathy and condolences to the family, which means that He Jinping did not suffer a work-related injury, but died off-the-job.
Liang Chihui hummed, "Then it seems he wasn't killed by being smashed to death."
The driver glanced at the front mirror and saw the light at the intersection was red. The moment he braked, a Land Rover turned from the opposite direction and passed by this car.
Lao Zheng was in the driver's seat and couldn't see clearly whether there was anyone in the back seat. However, Lao Zheng was Liang Yanzhang's personal driver.
Liang Chihui unbuckled his seat belt and leaned out of the car window, vaguely seeing a man in the back seat.
"go back."
The green light came on, and the cars in line honked their horns, forcing the driver to move forward. "Mr. Liang, we have to rush back to Hebei Province. You have to attend the company's evening meeting."
"Drive back!"
The driver shuddered and turned around quickly.
The car followed the Land Rover back to the theater.
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