Chapter 152 Shameless Vixen
"Can Aunt Ji force you or Fang Anyi?" Liang Chihui smiled meaningfully, "Miss Fang has someone else in her heart and doesn't like you."
"She's taken a fancy to you."
Liang Jishen is a reconnaissance expert with a keen sense of security.
He had noticed Fang Anyi's energy towards Liang Chihui early on.
Girls who have no experience in love will most likely fall into the hands of such playboys, so they should learn a lesson.
"You are willing to sacrifice."
"Why should I sacrifice myself?" Liang Chihui chuckled. "I'll withdraw my hand once the situation is almost resolved."
Liang Jishen dusted off his cigarette ashes and asked, "How could you be so cruel?"
"I've let down so many women in my life, why would I miss her?"
The second son of the Liang family has always been ruthless and heartless in business and love.
Liang Jishen was not one to drag his feet. He blew out a puff of smoke and said, "Your terms of the deal."
"I'm quite interested in the Liang Group."
"You are already the heir."
"Liang Jing is not back, I am." Liang Chihui straightened up, "If he comes back, he will be the rightful heir, not me."
Liang Jishen narrowed his eyes slightly, "Let's compete fairly. Liang Jing's business acumen is not as good as yours."
"He's not as good as me, but he has a good background, a good resume, and far more supporters in the group than I do. The Liang Group needs to transform and cooperate with the provincial and municipal governments for a long time. Liang Jing is a positive figure, so he has a greater advantage than me."
"I told you I don't intend to offend him."
Liang Chihui loosened the tight strap of his watch and said, "Don't you dare?"
"It's not that I don't dare, I don't need to offend him."
"Think about it for a day and then answer me." Liang Chihui got up from the sofa. "He Sang doesn't have time to wait."
Liang Jishen's eyes were cold as he watched him leave the room.
He has been involved in both political and business circles, and has fought against all kinds of difficult and challenging characters.
Not to say it's a sure thing, but the chances of winning are around 70% to 80%.
Liang Chihui is a special case.
He seemed indifferent to everything, yet knew everything clearly.
......
He Sang returned to her province in the evening, having rehearsed overtime in the theater's practice room all night. She had solid basic skills, and although the lines had been changed, she had a good understanding and could easily immerse herself in the performance.
The rehearsal the next day also went smoothly.
On the day of the official performance, Tao Yan played the supporting female role, and the male lead was a temporary hire. He was a national first-class actor, in his forties, and had acted in more than a hundred films as a special guest. He had never played the male lead. He was good at acting, but had little traffic, no fans, and no background. However, he had rich experience, so most people gave him the title of special guest.
He Sang and him had a pleasant time working together, they were gentlemen, and there were no complications. During the first half of the show, when the curtain fell and the set was being changed, He Sang and several of the male supporting actors were about to leave the stage when the security guard rushed in, "Director Huang! Someone is hanging a banner in the theater lobby!"
Her heart skipped a beat, and she sensed something, so she didn't move.
The male supporting role didn't notice her and took another step, pressing his whole body against He Sang's back, startling her, "Sister Sang?"
Dean Huang hurriedly followed the security guard out. The entrance gate was completely open at that time. There was a huge group of people, including four or five bodyguards and two middle-aged ladies with only their side profiles exposed. The bodyguards were holding loudspeakers and shouting, and they could vaguely hear He Sang's name.
The banner with black text on a white background was both depressing and eye-catching - He Sang seduced my husband and extorted 10 million yuan, then falsely accused me of attempted rape.
She was trembling all over and her face was pale.
"Sister Sang..." One of the male supporting characters widened his eyes, "Your enemy?"
Mrs. Hu stormed into the theater angrily. The lady next to her was from a family named Dai. It was the Dai family that Liang Jishen had thoroughly investigated three years ago, and both her father and son were ruined. Mrs. Dai's family had power, but no matter how powerful it was, it could not be greater than the powerful Liang Jishen. She had been holding this grudge for more than a thousand days and nights.
"He Sang! You shameless vixen!" Mrs. Hu scurried through the audience, pointing at the stage. "You cheated my husband out of his money, and when it was discovered, you slandered him and attacked him while he was asleep. Gu Jianghai from the district bureau tried to put me off, and Zhao Kai from the municipal bureau tried to put me off, too. You're so capable! I want to see who's behind you!"
He Sang had a momentary tinnitus. She stood there in a daze, twitching uncontrollably.
Dean Huang greeted Mrs. Hu and said, "Why are you disrupting the order of the theater without knowing right or wrong? Xiao He hasn't finished his performance yet, and we have thousands of audience members here—"
"What are you acting for?" Mrs. Hu shoved him like a shrew. "She killed my husband. He's lying in the intensive care unit, his life uncertain. The doctor says he's in a vegetative state, a vegetative state!"
There was an uproar in the audience.
He Sang was mentally prepared before going on stage. The "photo gate" had temporarily subsided, but it was normal for the storm to come back once the "heroine" appeared.
The only thing she didn't expect was that Hu Dafa's wife joined forces with Mrs. Dai to cause trouble.
"What are you arguing about?"
Suddenly a man's voice came from the audience.
The voice was deep and powerful, suppressing Mrs. Hu's roar.
He sat in an inconspicuous corner, the VIP seats at the theater. He didn't use purple clay tea sets, but ceramic covered bowls and long-spouted, wide-bellied pots. His handsome fingers pinched the lid, flickering the tea leaves. His face was shrouded in light, dim and flickering. Even sitting, his posture was tall and straight, awe-inspiring.
Both calm and intimidating.
He Sang stared at him on the stage. Liang Chihui came here today and hid it from her.
I don't know if it's his bad taste or he's low-key and doesn't want to disturb her, but he likes to hide his whereabouts and then appear secretly. Her surprise and her confusion make him feel a sense of accomplishment.
He Sang has a filter for Liang Jishen: she's obsessed with the righteous, heroic, burly, and wild type. But most women are drawn to Liang Chihui: lean and handsome, with a sense of humor, unexpectedly romantic and tactful, a playboy who knows how to understand women's hearts.
He is a fatal temptation to young girls who are ignorant of the world and young women who have experienced the world.
Mrs. Hu frowned and instinctively looked at Mrs. Dai, "It's Liang Chihui."
Mrs. Dai didn't take it seriously. "Liang Laoer doesn't like to meddle in other people's business. Why should I be afraid of him?"
"No..." Mrs. Hu hesitated, "You settled in the south and don't know what's been going on in Hebei Province these past two years."
"I'm here to help you, are you scared?" Mrs. Dai raised her chin and the bodyguards stepped forward in unison.
Smoking was prohibited in the theater, so Liang Chihui did not light the cigarette. He pressed the lighter repeatedly, and the flame flickered, and his facial features became clearer.
Seeing this, everyone around them dodged away.
The light was no longer blocked and shone on his face, making it brighter and whiter.
"Keep going."
Dean Huang was stunned. Liang Chihui glanced at him calmly and asked, "Don't you understand?"
"Yes... yes!" Dean Huang directed the stage staff to set up the scene, and Tao Yan and supporting actors began to go on stage in order.
The second half proceeded in an orderly manner.
Mrs. Dai was annoyed. She was too disrespectful.
The bodyguards approached Liang Chihui. He had a fierce look in his eyes and slammed the table. The huge elastic force of the table lifted up the tea bowl. The next second, he blocked it with his backhand. With full wrist strength, the tea bowl flew out and hit the leading bodyguard. The bodyguard covered his ribs and groaned. The tea bowl fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Liang Chihui picked up the teapot and refilled another cup, his expression calm and his breathless, "Mrs. Dai, if you want to fight, I'll accompany you. Whether the injury is minor or serious, it's your own fault."
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