Chapter 86 Jumping off the Building
He Sang stared at the group through the crack in the car window. They were whispering and talking about Liang Chihui. When the car turned a corner, she turned sideways and asked, "How are your injuries?"
"No problem."
The blood on the back of his hand spread to his wrist and trickled down to his trousers. He Sang patted the driver's seat, "Medicine box."
The driver pulled a simple medical kit from the glove compartment. "That's all."
He Sang opened it and found gauze, Band-Aids, cotton swabs, iodine tincture and alcohol, not much, but enough.
She tore the gauze into strips with her bare hands, dipped it in iodine water, and while wiping, Liang Chihui pursed her lips and remained silent.
"It was punctured by a screwdriver. You need to go to the hospital and get a tetanus shot to prevent infection."
He laughed, "It's just a minor injury, how can it be so fragile."
He Sang bandaged the wound carefully. "You've had nannies and cooks to take care of you since you were born. You've lived a life of luxury and have never been hurt. Don't underestimate a cut. It may not hurt or itch, but if it gets infected it could be fatal."
"The third child, on the other hand, has never been hurt since childhood." Liang Chihui was momentarily disappointed. "When Ji Xilan married into the Liang family, Weng Qiong had passed away. Liang Jing was the student union president of the Foreign Affairs College and often accompanied the provincial delegation on visits to Southeast Asia. He didn't often live in the old house. My mother was caught up in a storm and was being scorned by the outside world. My father doted on Aunt Ji and the third child, who looked the most like him. As for me, due to my mother's reputation, I was forced to undergo four paternity tests. Life was not easy."
The carriage was brightly lit, but Liang Chihui's eyes were dim. "It's not like I haven't been hurt before." He raised his cut hand. "This is nothing."
He Sang hesitated for a second, "Mrs. Yao and the chairman of Zhang Corporation..."
"It's true."
Liang Chihui's answer was straightforward, which made her feel embarrassed.
Yao Wenji is worthy of being a foreign Chinese who came from a beauty pageant. In the 1980s when the social atmosphere was closed, she actually played the game of having an affair.
Call her smart, but she's actually quite stupid. As one of the four great families, the Zhang family's every move in Hebei Province is a secret. Old Master Zhang slept with Liang Yanzhang's wife, so you can imagine how explosive it was; how could it be hidden? She chose a top-tier wealthy man for excitement, which is foolish in itself. Call her stupid, but she's very resourceful and understands men. Otherwise, how could she have taken down two top figures?
He Sang always felt that there was something wrong with Liang Chihui.
If Liang Jishen is a mystery, then he is even more of a mystery.
The group of people Feng Zhikui sent to take revenge obviously knew him, and judging from their burly figures and attitudes, they seemed to have worked together before. Feng Zhikui was very in awe of Liang Chihui.
But he said he didn't know her.
He Sang wasn't sure if he was too eager to know the truth, and instinctively suspected everyone involved in the case.
According to Li Zhen’s husband, the person behind Guanghe Group is one of the four major families.
The Liang family is the biggest suspect.
"Dr. Liang approached me. Is this related to Guanghe Group?"
Liang Chihui was silent.
He Sang was also silent for a moment, "I forgot, you are a family, you don't even have time to cover up."
She looked out the window and said nothing more.
The car parked in the apartment's temporary parking space. He Sang got out and took a few steps when Liang Chihui suddenly called her, "Miss He."
She turned her head.
The car window was half-lowered. Under the dim street lights, the night dew was heavy and the air was foggy. Liang Chihui stared at her for a long time, "Thank you for applying the medicine for me."
He Sang thought it was something extremely important, and he was finally willing to reveal it, so he was so serious.
She took a breath in frustration, "You also applied the medicine for me, so we're even."
"no the same."
Liang Chihui has a gentle and elegant temperament, and seems to not care about anything. It is rare to see him serious and stubborn.
"What's different?"
“It’s different for me.”
He Sang looked at him and said, "They are coming for me, I will implicate you."
"You owe me once, and I owe you again." Liang Chihui smiled, "Isn't it this way that people build trust and feelings with each other?"
She tried to test it out, "Can I trust Mr. Liang?"
Liang Chihui's eyelids drooped, and a light shadow fell on his eyes. Then his smile became wider, "Of course."
"Then can you check Feng Zhikui?"
"I'll do my best."
He Sang was stunned. "Are you willing?"
Liang Chihui said solemnly, "I will not refuse your request."
"Whatever the results are, will you tell me the truth?"
"meeting."
She clenched her fists, "Including the Liang family's result."
Liang Chihui nodded, "Including." He paused, "As long as you can accept it."
He Sang's chest heaved violently. After a long while, she loosened her clenched fists and said, "There's nothing I can't accept."
She turned and walked into the corridor.
The voice-controlled light quickly went out, and Liang Chihui's expression turned cold.
"waste."
The driver lowered his head and said, "There's a toll booth on the overpass, with real-time surveillance. I didn't expect them to dare to block it. Feng Zhikui is really too bold."
Liang Chihui rarely gets angry, but when he does, his subordinates become terrified.
The driver asked, "Are you checking Feng Zhikui? You've already promised Miss He."
He leaned back in his chair, pressing hard between his brows to relieve the pain. In his sight was He Sang's bandaged hand. The bandage was badly done, and the gauze was not tied properly, so it fell apart at the touch.
Liang Chihui put down his hand and said, "Since you have agreed, go ahead and check it." He glanced at the driver with a secretive look.
The driver said, "I understand."
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When Liang Jishen arrived at the Orthopedic Hospital, the inpatient department was in chaos. Security guards, firefighters, and air-cushioned ladders were coming in and out, surrounding the entire building. He got out of the car with a gloomy face, walked through the surgical rescue corridor, and quickly arrived at Song He's ward.
"Miss Song! Please don't jump!"
"Doctor Cao—" the nurse rushed out of the ward, "The patient is emotionally unstable, inject him with tranquilizer immediately!"
Song He squatted on the windowsill with her knees bent. The window was open. There was no fence on the 19th floor. Her heels were hanging in the air, and her toes were tightly gripping the marble table. If she was not careful, she would be crushed to pieces.
"Xiao He."
When Song He heard the man's soft call, he immediately stopped what he was doing.
Liang Jishen stood in the corridor, his face as calm as ever, but the scene was too dangerous. If she stepped on air, a life would be lost. Even though he had experienced many storms and was calm and composed, his voice still trembled slightly when he called her nickname, and his expression revealed anxiety.
"Xiao He, come down."
Song He was sobbing at first, but when she noticed him, she burst into tears. "I won't come down... I have no face to live anymore. I've become the laughing stock of this hospital..." She pointed at the people gathered at the door. "Mrs. Liang scolded me, calling me a vixen, shamelessly pestering you and framing you. She smashed the medicine bottle, and everyone saw it..."
Liang Jishen frowned and took a step forward. "Let's talk about it later."
"She's your mother, what can you do?" Song He cried hoarsely. She stood up a little straighter, hunched over. The strong wind blowing through the hall blew her hospital gown up, making her feel dizzy and as if she was about to fall from the building at any time. "Don't worry about me!"
The man seized the opportunity, stepped to the window, grabbed her legs, and pulled her down from the windowsill.
She struggled, trying to climb back to the windowsill, but her body went limp and she collapsed on the ground, crying, "Brother Shen... I won't make things difficult for you."
Liang Jishen held her loosely in his arms, Song He's tears flowed in his arms, and her white shirt was wet.
"Mrs. Liang is forcing me to die. She's going to kill me." Song He slowly raised his face, tears streaking down his cheeks, his eyes red. "I've affected your reputation and your future. The Zhonghai Committee is dissatisfied with you because of my existence."
Liang Jishen felt inexplicably irritated, and his urge to smoke came back. He took out a cigarette, but didn't light it. He sniffed the butt and put it back into the cigarette box.
"You should take good care of your injuries."
"Is it really because of me?" Song He choked up. "You've been in another province for so many days, and you've only been here for a day and a night. It's clearly Miss He who's been monopolizing you, but Madam Liang is blaming me. Is that fair to me?"
Liang Jishen stroked her back again and again, "You are too tired, take a nap first."
"The reason why Madam Liang misunderstood me is that you didn't help me clarify. You knew very well that I was innocent." Song He's eyes were filled with tears. She blinked, and tears rolled down, one drop after another splashing on the man's palm.
"You didn't cry before."
"You used to love me and pity me, but now you've changed." She was almost broken-down, grabbing Liang Jishen's sleeves, wanting to tear off his entire shirt, "Brother Shen, answer me, do you still love me?"
Liang Jishen looked at her.
Light and without temperature.
"I don't ask for love anymore. Do you still like me?" Song He leaned into his arms, against his chest.
Liang Jishen held her shoulders and said, "Xiao He, there are some things I don't want to say. Do you know why Xin Xin was demoted and exiled to the branch office?"
Song He was stunned.
The tears also stopped abruptly.
"Xin Xin has been with me for seven years, working tirelessly and without complaint, without a single fault. I exiled her, and everyone, from executives to subordinates, spoke up for her." Liang Jishen's tone was tired, helpless, disappointed, and distant. "Xiao He, you can't keep asking me to protect you at the expense of others."
She refused to admit it, tears welling up in her eyes, turning and swirling, and then crackling and falling, "What did I do?"
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