Chapter 285 I'll Accompany You
Yao Wenji calmly held He Sang's hand and asked, "Xiao He, do you like Chi Hui?"
She swallowed nervously. If she liked it, it was too fake, but if she didn't like it, it was inappropriate. She looked at the rearview mirror for help.
Liang Chihui seemed to be waiting for her answer as well. Their eyes met across the air. He in the mirror had a pair of thick dark eyebrows and bright and deep eyes, like a magnet with strong suction.
He attracts anyone who strays into his territory.
He sensed He Sang's guilty conscience and anxiety, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. He was silent for a few seconds before he slowly spoke, "She's shy. Ask me."
Yao Wenji was a very intelligent woman. She didn't mind the little things, but she was clear about the big things. She ignored Liang Chihui's interruptions and only addressed He Sang. "I've always been open-minded. Even if you've had eight or ten men before, if the second brother is willing, I won't interfere. But you were with the third brother. The third brother is recognized as both talented and beautiful, capable of both literature and martial arts. He also cherishes you, and Ji Xilan also agrees to your marriage. You have to tell me why you broke up with him, right?"
He Sang's fingers curled together, gripping the seat cushion tightly. Yao Wenji noticed this and felt a chill in her heart as she let go of her. "I don't mind my daughter-in-law's background, education, or job. I care about whether she's genuinely interested in the second son and what she's up to. I can't accept it unless I understand the whole story."
"I just accept it." Liang Chihui interrupted again, a faint smile appearing in the corner of his eyes, "You admitted it yourself that you like her."
"You won't allow me to interfere?" Yao Wenji knew what was going on. Her son was trying to smooth things over and form a united front with the girl. There was no point in her saying more. "Then I won't care. Whether good or bad, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself."
Liang Chihui unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to Yao Wenji. "How dare I not allow you to interfere? It's my wedding day, and you are my father-in-law. She and I should pay our respects to you and offer you tea."
Yao Wenji brushed away the water bottle but didn't drink. "You've learned every tactic the Third Brother used to fool Ji Xilan."
She reassessed He Sang's appearance. With her fair, delicate skin and naturally narrow frame, she resembled a girl from the beautiful Jiangnan water towns. The second son was educated, well-read, and refined; their temperaments were indeed a perfect match.
He Sang is a perfect match for the third brother because of his heroic appearance and the second brother because of his clear and beautiful appearance.
"I'm curious. The second brother doesn't even look down on Fang Anyi, but chooses to hit his head against the wall here with you." Although Yao Wenjie was curious, she knew Liang Chihui's character. He was quite stubborn. Since he had made up his mind, no one could change it.
"Mrs. Fang saw you two alone in the bathroom of the People's Hospital and has already complained to Ji Xilan. The second wife stole the third wife's daughter-in-law, and the third wife lost face, so she naturally won't give up." Yao Wenji warned Liang Chihui, "You are in the center of the storm. The second wife will inherit the family property, and Liang Jing's grandfather's family has a lot of objections."
Liang Chihui straightened his back and adjusted the hem of his shirt. "I'll take care of my personal affairs."
The car pulled into the old house. After parking the car in the basement, the driver, Old Zheng, greeted Yao Wenji. "Director Liang was discharged this morning. I heard the Third Young Master was also discharged?"
"Yanzhang was discharged from the hospital?" She was surprised. "He didn't discuss it with me."
Old Zheng glanced at He Sang, hesitant to speak, "It was Madam Ji who took him out of the hospital..."
Yao Wenjie put down her handbag and hurried to the second floor.
Liang Yanzhang has been very dependent on her recently, and rumors have begun to spread in the Liang Group, with people guessing that he doesn't like Ji Xilan and wants to remarry his ex-wife.
Yao Wenji had no desire for it, but Liang Chihui had just taken office and his foundation was not stable. The faction supporting Liang Jing was ready to move, and the faction supporting the third house was eyeing her covetously. She had no choice but to go with the flow. With rumors of "remarriage", she could sit firmly on the chairman's throne.
It is a truth that a mother is honored by her son and a son is honored by his mother.
Liang Yanzhang was discharged from the hospital without notifying her, which proved that he was dissatisfied with the second wife.
It is very likely that the second child "stole" the third child's position. At this critical juncture, he is too arrogant.
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Liang Chihui took off his suit and handed it to Lao Zheng, "Will Lao San come back to live with us?"
"Sister Rong called, but he didn't answer."
He Sang pursed her lips. She felt like a huge rock weighing a thousand pounds was pressing down on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.
She hoped that Liang Jishen would come back. Sister Fang and Sister Rong would take good care of him and he would recover quickly. But she also didn't want him to come back. His identity had changed and things and people were no longer the same. She knew that he must be feeling uncomfortable.
Liang Chihui sat down and picked up a cup of hot tea. "Brother, have you found out the results?"
"The stool test results will be out tomorrow morning."
"The third brother will definitely come back." Liang Chihui was confident, "Ji Xilan has caused a big disaster again this time."
"Did she cause your father's illness?" Old Zheng was incredulous.
Liang Chihui didn't respond. He picked an apple from the fruit plate, peeled and sliced it, and fed it to He Sang. "Try it and see if it's sweet."
She didn't eat it directly, but took it in her hand and took a small bite. "It's sweet."
"Do you like strawberries?"
He Sang nodded.
Liang Chihui instructed Lao Zheng, "There are strawberries in the refrigerator."
"No thanks." She declined. "I don't live in an old house."
"Living at Zeng Mingwei's house?" Liang Chihui looked at her. "It's not that I can't afford a house."
"I have a house..."
"Jinyue Mansion?" He continued to stare at He Sang. "It's that same slum complex without even a security guard. It's forty years old. You think I'm too old, but I'm only in my thirties or forties."
She fell silent.
The study door opened and Yao Wenji stood behind the escalator. "Second brother, your father wants to see He Sang."
What is coming cannot be avoided.
He Sang was prepared.
She put the apple back where it was and said, "Brother, I'm going upstairs."
"I'll accompany you." Liang Chihui bowed and picked up the cigarette box and lighter.
"Yan Zhang only sees her." Yao Wenji said expressionlessly, "After seeing her, you can't run away."
He Sang walked around the coffee table without saying a word and went straight to the second floor.
The curtains in the study were drawn, the lights were off, and it was gloomy all around.
He played this trick in broad daylight, intending to defeat her. If she wasn't mentally strong enough, she would collapse instantly when he made things difficult for her.
He Sang adjusted his breathing and paused, "Uncle."
"You're quite courageous." Liang Yanzhang leaned against the desk, holding his pipe and letting the smoke fill the air. "My two sons are being played around by you. Are you planning to destroy the Liang family?"
He turned the chair, making it creak.
Liang Yanzhang had a fondness for antiques, and his study was practically filled with antiques: brush washers, ornaments, Western clocks, and a late Qing dynasty bed and chairs made of golden nanmu wood. At the very least, these were imitations of items fired in official kilns, the cheapest fetching six figures, so indistinguishable from the real thing. This huanghuali wood chair was worthless, but it was a gift from Weng Qiong, so he hadn't been willing to replace it. Even after the backrest broke, he repaired it and continued to sit in it.
He Sang wondered, he and Liang Chihui spent money lavishly, auctioning off their collections without blinking an eye. Where did all the money come from? If the money came from the Guanghe Group, buying antiques, real estate, and jewelry, was it a way for them to launder their money?
The money certainly isn't deposited in a bank. Underground banks are a semi-public industry, so the funds they hold shouldn't be large, as this would attract scrutiny from local authorities. So where is most of the money stored?
Liang Yanzhang put a pinch of tobacco into his pipe and said, "He Sang, I know exactly what you're thinking."
He Sang looked him in the eye, "Uncle, I have no family background. My father died young, my mother remarried, and my stepfather is an idler. I've had a hard life in Ji Province. Now that I have the opportunity to rise to prominence, why would I give it up? As for destroying the Liang family and playing with your son, you overestimate me. Aunt Yao is incredibly beautiful and charming. Which powerful person has ever fallen to her? Even she couldn't do it, let alone a mere figure like me."
Liang Yanzhang seemed to be listening, but not listening. He knocked on the pipe, making a "bang bang" sound. Every knock made He Sang's heart suffocate.
He is somewhat intimidating.
The son follows the father.
How could a man who gave birth to sons of such ability as Liang Chihui and Liang Jishen be an ordinary person?
Liang Yanzhang's expression was strange and unpredictable. "A superficial woman who only cares about money. The third brother is arrogant. Will he really fall in love with you?"
He Sang remained calm. "His family fortune was emptied by Aunt Ji. Although Zhonghai Group has status, it's not profitable. I'm narrow-minded and don't care about a man's status, glory, or innocence. That's just empty talk. I like a practical life of wealth and luxury. Isn't being the chairman of the Liang Group equally glorious?"
Liang Yanzhang sneered, "Do you think you can convince me?"
The door suddenly opened from the outside, and Liang Chihui walked in, smiling and touching He Sang's shoulder. "Sister Fang is cooking medicinal food in the kitchen. She doesn't know how to control the heat. Go and teach her."
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