Chapter 180 Madam, Come Here
The car drove into the old house and saw three luxury cars parked in the yard.
One is red and the other is yellow, they are for women.
Liang Jishen walked in front. The small room opposite the living room was a square mahjong room. The bead curtain was lifted, and the fragrance of incense filled the air.
Ji Xilan faced the living room, her face originally full of smiles, but when she glanced at him, her expression instantly became listless.
The collapse was horrific.
He Sang tiptoed and quietly hid in the blind spot of the corner.
The servant made tea and entered the mahjong room from the kitchen. "Madam, it's the Third Young Master."
The ladies looked at each other and simultaneously pushed down their cards. "Now that the Third Young Master is back, let's end the game and meet again another day."
"What are you doing?! Keep playing. I finally got lucky." Ji Xilan touched himself and glanced at Liang Jishen, "Where did it come from?"
Liang Jishen took off his coat. The ladies were wearing cheongsams made of thin fabric, so the mahjong room was air-conditioned and warm.
He unbuttoned his shirt and said, "I'm picking up He Sang."
"Where did you pick it up?"
"I picked it up on the way."
"What road?" Ji Xilan asked sarcastically.
“Asphalt road, you’ve never walked on it?”
One lady couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Ji Xilan played the second card and glared at him. "Vice President Liang is going to be promoted to President Liang. He's acting so arrogantly that he even spoke perfunctorily to his own mother. Was he brought in by the police?"
Zhao Kai was quite capable. He parked the police car ten meters away from the restaurant gate, without sounding the siren, and dispatched plainclothes officers. He thought he could do it without anyone noticing, but in fact, the drivers of the bosses of each restaurant reported it immediately, and soon the guests were talking about it.
Ji Xilan was not present, and these ladies tipped her off under the pretext of playing cards. They told her the news in vivid detail, and Ji Xilan felt very uncomfortable, but she couldn't vent her anger, and she was filled with resentment.
"Zhao Kai asked her to take a statement. It's a trivial matter. Did it alarm you?" Liang Jishen, a man of high emotional intelligence, defended He Sang's reputation while also caring about his mother's dignity. "Who's so talkative? Their company went bankrupt, so they switched to selling gossip?"
He placed his left hand on one of the ladies' desks, tapping it intermittently, making her scalp tingle. "Why don't you sell it to me? I'll pay double the price, and you won't have to run around lowering your value like a rat crossing the street."
They said nothing and took turns playing cards.
The man looked around seriously, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Madam, come here."
He Sang took a small step slowly, not having the courage to face Ji Xilan.
Was she wrong? Yes, she was.
Is innocence important? To her, it is important, but to the Liang family, it is not important.
The Liang family would never accept their daughter-in-law being involved in a sex scandal. From birth to marriage, a doll like Fang Anyi, who had a smooth and untainted life, would be the Liang family's favorite daughter-in-law.
Even if He Jinping were still alive, and the He family had a small status, they would not be in Ji Xilan's eyes.
The Liang family's threshold is too high.
"This is Mrs. Su." Liang Jishen handed He Sang a cup of tea, lightly put his arm around her, and introduced her personally. "She is the wife of the director of the Liang Group. Director Su has made significant contributions to the company."
Mrs. Su was too busy folding up her cup to touch the bottom of He Sang's cup. Seeing this, He Sang knelt down and said, "Hello, Mrs. Su."
Mrs. Su was flattered. Liang Lao San was always taciturn and aloof, unlike Liang Lao Er, who was a businessman, easy to get along with, and had a good way of socializing. Liang Lao San rarely interacted with business people, and he avoided those with ulterior motives who tried to curry favor with him or bribe him. If he hadn't taken over the China Overseas Group, they wouldn't even have had the chance to meet him.
Mrs. Su was very enthusiastic, "Shall I call you Madam Third Young Master?"
"It's too early." Ji Xilan drooped her eyelids and focused on the cards. "We're not married yet."
Liang Jishen patiently explained to the wives, "We were planning to get the marriage certificate, but due to the chairman's funeral, we have to postpone it for seven days."
"That's your plan, not the Liang family's." Ji Xilan finished dealing the cards and leaned back in his chair. "Did He Sang's mother and stepfather agree?"
He Sang froze at the mention of the word "stepfather".
Huang Yong attempted to molest her in high school, but failed. Her mother also protected Huang Yong, and the life of the reconstituted family became a mess. The district police had a criminal record.
Liang Jishen knew about it, but the Liang family didn’t, and the outside world didn’t know either.
She subconsciously looked at Liang Jishen. The man noticed her stiffness and slightly loosened his grip on her arm.
The muscles wrapped in the shirt were dry and warm, like an indestructible natural barrier that protected her from all storms.
He Sang gradually softened.
She believed that Liang Jishen would make that unbearable past forget about everything.
Mrs. Su drank her tea, and the man introduced Mrs. Zhao. "This is President Zhao's wife. She has been working with the Liang family for 25 years."
"Mrs. Zhao."
He Sang was well-behaved, fair-skinned, and had a pleasant voice. Mrs. Zhao liked him very much. "Of the three sons of the Liang family, you are the youngest. You are marrying young. I want to give you a generous gift on your wedding day."
Liang Jishen stroked He Sang's lumbar vertebrae with his fingers. All her senses were focused on the tingling touch, and she felt less nervous.
"What gift?"
"A priceless gift." Mrs. Zhao smiled. "The Third Young Master's calligraphy is the best. I'll give you ten pieces of Hui ink, a pound of mulberry paper, and ten pure gold-handled Hu brushes. That's worth tens of millions."
"I understand." Liang Jishen also smiled, "This is to induce me to make a mistake."
He turned around swiftly, walked towards Ji Xilan, and gestured to He Sang.
He Sang bowed and offered tea, but she ignored him and said, "Let's play cards. What are you guys daydreaming about?"
Mrs. Su and Mrs. Zhao settled the accounts of the previous game. After winning seven or eight rounds in a row, Ji Xilan lost a game.
"If you come in, I'll lose money." She was angrily and brushed the cup of tea away. He Sang almost lost his grip and dropped the cup.
Liang Jishen quickly helped He Sang steady, then leaned over and said, "Mom."
She often called her mother, but not her mom, which seemed to make her feel more intimate, and Ji Xilan was vaguely touched.
"Son poured you some tea, won't you drink it?"
Ji Xilan took a deep breath and then gasped for air.
Liang Jishen held He Sang's hand and said, "Please at least have a sip of your future daughter-in-law's tea. Your son is a big shot out there. Would you be willing to let me fall flat on my face in front of the Liang family's partners and lose my dignity?"
Ji Xilan really didn't want to take this cup of tea.
If she accepted the call, it would mean that she acknowledged He Sang's position. The husbands of the women present were Liang's closest friends. If Liang spread the news and then regretted it, it would be unkind of her. If she didn't accept the call, she would be embarrassing the third brother.
She hesitated, "I'm being blackmailed, aren't you?"
"You're too kind." Liang Jishen hugged Ji Xilan's back along with the back of the chair, put his palm around her, and held the bottom of the cup. She drank it reluctantly.
"Liang Laosan!"
Ji Xilan was annoyed.
Mrs. Su and Mrs. Zhao were tactful and left the old house on the pretext of picking up their children from school.
Ji Xilan overturned the mahjong table and went straight to He Sang, "Are you determined to harm the Third Brother and the Liang Family before you stop?"
She suddenly raised her hand, but Liang Jishen caught it mid-air. "What do you mean?"
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