Chapter 85: Revenge
"Has the third brother been here?"
He Sang pursed his lips and said, "I've been here before."
I thought Liang Yanzhang would vent his anger on me, but he remained kind and asked, "Did the third brother teach you how to ride a horse?"
She was nervous, biting her lips until they turned pale, "I haven't learned it yet."
Liang Yanzhang really liked her little woman's timidity. He patted her hand gently and asked, "Are you scared by the woman surnamed Song?"
The scene when Song He fell off the horse was so bloody and tragic that He Sang still felt a lingering fear when she recalled it now. She clenched her fists so hard that her fingernails turned white.
She didn't know if Liang Jishen would support her for the rest of her life if Song He's legs were really disabled and she had to use crutches for the rest of her life, or even more seriously, she had to use a wheelchair for the rest of her life.
"Ms. He." Liang Chihui put down his chopsticks slowly and wiped his mouth with a tissue. "Aren't you going to the hospital?"
He Sang was stunned.
"Theatre physical examination, did you forget?"
Their eyes met, and Liang Chihui straightened his back. "I'll hand in the physical examination report to the hospital tomorrow, right?"
She came to her senses and said, "Yes, I'll give it to the dean tomorrow."
Liang Chihui then said to Liang Yanzhang, "I'm going to the hospital to get medicine for pharyngitis, and I'll drop Miss He off on the way."
Liang Yanzhang glanced at him deeply, his tone was not very good, and his expression was even worse, "After you send her off, come to Lishui Mansion."
"Do you live in Lishui Mansion?" Liang Chihui put his arm around He Sang inconspicuously, motioning her to go first.
"I live with your Aunt Ji."
"What about Aunt Ji?"
"She went to the Orthopedic Hospital to look for that woman named Song."
He Sang had now reached the cafeteria entrance, and Liang Chihui didn't ask any more questions.
"Second brother." Liang Yanzhang stopped him just as he took a step. "Are you deliberately trying to stop me today?"
He stopped and stood there for a moment, then turned around with a smile, "Of course not."
Liang Yanzhang looked at him, not missing a single flicker of his expression. "You'd better not be."
......
Coming out of the theater, Liang Chihui spotted He Sang's car.
No wonder Liang Yanzhang became suspicious.
She has her own car and doesn't need him to take her there.
He Sang got into the back seat and waited for Liang Chihui to sit down. "Mr. Liang."
He tilted his head, "Huh?"
"Thank you very much."
Liang Chihui smiled, "Thank me for what?"
He Sang didn't know what to say. Should she thank him for saving her from Liang Yanzhang and taking her away? After all, they were father and son. How would he feel about such a thank you?
"Anyway, thank you."
Liang Chihui's smile deepened, "I appreciate it."
Not long after the driver drove out, a van drove parallel to the driver at a constant speed, either slightly ahead or slightly behind, keeping driving around him.
The car windows were covered with anti-peep film, and it was pitch black inside.
Very creepy.
Twenty minutes later, at the fork in the road leading to the overpass, the van suddenly accelerated and turned the steering wheel, stopping at a 45-degree angle in front, blocking the way.
The driver braked suddenly, and He Sang was caught off guard and leaned forward, her forehead hitting the back of the chair hard. Liang Chihui, who was standing next to her, was quick to protect her head with his hands.
The head was crushed in the palm of his hand, leaving a red mark.
Liang Chihui lowered his head and looked her over roughly, "Did you get hurt?"
He Sang was unharmed. She looked at the man's hand and said, "Mr. Liang, the back of your hand is bleeding."
When the car braked suddenly just now, Liang Chihui was only concerned about protecting her, and the screwdriver in the door storage compartment fell out. The sharp tip of the knife pierced the skin, cutting it deeply.
She blocked the bleeding wound with her fingers and asked the driver, "Is there any gauze in the car?"
Liang Chihui silently pulled He Sang over and fastened her seat belt. He keenly noticed that the windshield of the van was reinforced and the engine was still running, which clearly showed it was in a defensive state.
Due to the other party's special diagonal parking position, it was impossible to overtake or hit the vital parts of the van. However, if the other party reversed, it could smash the hood of this car, causing the fuel tank to catch fire and explode.
Difficult to defend and difficult to attack.
This group came prepared.
After the trouble, run away immediately.
"Lock the doors and windows."
The driver hurriedly pressed the button, "Mr. Liang, we don't have any enemies in other provinces. Could they be chasing us from Hebei Province?"
He Sang thought of the car accident with Liang Jishen and broke out in a cold sweat. A woman's revenge is not the same as a man's. Song He was so fierce when she attacked, not to mention that a man's revenge is really risking his life.
Her voice trembled, "Do you have enemies in Ji Province?"
"Yes," the driver said firmly. "It's not just Mr. Liang. The market is overcrowded with people and undercrowded with resources. You've taken my cheese, and I've taken your resources. We're harboring hatred for each other, both openly and covertly."
Liang Chihui silently unbuttoned all the buttons of his suit, took it off, and then unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. Then he picked up the baseball bat under the passenger seat and said, "You drive away."
The driver was horrified. "Mr. Liang! They are so powerful in numbers."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Just as Liang Chihui was about to get out, four people jumped out of the van. The burly man in the lead swung a wooden stick and banged on the door. "Is your surname He?"
The moment the car window shattered, the wooden stick thrust in, nearly hitting He Sang. "Little sister, who have you been investigating lately? Are you tired of living?"
He Sang's brain exploded with a buzzing sound.
It turned out that they were Feng Zhikui's men.
"Zeng Mingwei is a coward. He betrayed our Boss Feng to you, then backed down and offered to apologize. Boss Feng was kind enough to spare them, considering his wife was five months pregnant. But Boss Feng didn't intend to spare you." The big man blew away the broken glass stuck to the stick. "You investigated Guanghe Group, and no one told you. Aren't you lucky enough?"
He Sang stared at the big man, who also took pity on her and touched her face. "How about you stay with me? I'll give you a quick death and save you from the torture. You have such delicate skin, so you shouldn't suffer too much."
She turned her head away, avoiding the big man's dirty hands. "In broad daylight, I don't believe Feng Zhikui dares to do whatever he wants!"
The big man laughed, "You look young, and your ideas are young too—"
His men laughed.
"Boss Feng's projects are plagued by at least three or four accidents a year, whether they're natural disasters or man-made calamities. Has Boss Feng fallen? He's making money and living a carefree life." The big man was as proud as he could be. "There's nothing Boss Feng wouldn't dare to do."
This is a man who speaks without restraint.
He Sang continued to tease him, "It seems like a big shot is protecting Feng Zhikui."
"You guessed it right." The big man gave a thumbs up, "Boss Feng's backer—"
The window on Liang Chihui's side slowly lowered, and the driver turned on the reading light, which suddenly became bright.
The outline of the man's body was in the brightest light. He was taller when standing and taller than most people when sitting. His head almost touched the roof of the car, so his face was missed by the light and hidden in the darkness.
The big man was startled and raised his flashlight to shine on the carriage. With the help of the light, Liang Chihui's face gradually became clear.
There was coldness in his eyes.
He Sang had never seen Liang Chihui like this.
Unlike his usual gentleness and elegance, there was a sense of flamboyance, frivolity and stiffness in him, dressed in fine clothes and riding a horse.
It fits him so well.
As if he was supposed to look like this.
The big man's expression suddenly changed, "Second Master Liang..."
Liang Chihui dodged with his backhand, and the baseball bat shot out from the gap in the car window. The head of the bat hit the big man's chest, causing him to stagger back.
The men supported him and were about to rush forward, but the big man grabbed them and said, "Let them go."
"But Boss Feng said—"
The big man glared at them and the group shut up.
He rubbed his swollen and aching sternum, carefully moved closer, lowered his upper body, and said, "Second Master Liang, our boss Feng wants to..."
Liang Chihui glanced at him coldly, and he also shut up.
"Just because Guanghe Group's debts weren't investigated initially doesn't mean they won't be investigated forever. If your boss Feng is too reckless and flaunts his debts everywhere, they'll be dug up and re-investigated sooner or later."
The big man nodded repeatedly, "Thank you for your reminder on behalf of Boss Feng."
Liang Chihui smiled dangerously, "I already dislike your boss Feng very much."
"Don't, Second Young Master—"
As soon as the driver stepped on the accelerator, the huge force of inertia knocked the big man to the ground.
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