Chapter 214 Bullying
"How could this be false? The PR departments of Zhonghai and Liang have already acquiesced."
Partners lamented, "It's unlikely that the Third Young Master will achieve great things. He's too obsessed with romantic relationships. Who among our wives isn't a wealthy woman? Who hasn't eaten up their father-in-law's wealth to fill their own coffers? Without such a calculating heart, how could he have been so successful in the business world?"
They laughed out loud.
Liang Chihui frowned, not knowing who he was angry with, and did not touch the glass of wine poured by his partner.
They continued to tease without knowing what was happening. "Honestly, isn't it annoying that the eldest daughter is so spoiled? Very annoying. I always bring my confidante with me when I go on overseas inspections. She makes me happy, but so what? I have to maintain this marriage for my father-in-law's sake. Now that my father-in-law is dead, won't the world be mine?"
The partner threw the topic to Liang Chihui, "The Third Young Master is too narrow-minded, so of course he will be defeated by the Second Young Master. We are on the Second Young Master's ship, and we can call the shots in the future——"
Liang Chihui stood up from his chair without warning, startling everyone and stopping their conversation.
"Excuse me." He took off his suit and gave Ni Hong a wink.
Ni Hong smiled and smoothed things over. "Our boss Liang can't hold his liquor very well, so he'll go back to the car to sober up. Enjoy yourselves, I've paid the bill."
The two looked at each other in bewilderment at the cooperation, and Liang Chihui was drunk...
Although the Second Young Master's alcohol tolerance wasn't enough to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, it was more than enough for him to deal with them. He was obviously not in the mood to socialize.
They stood up again to see him off respectfully.
Ni Hong closed the door and followed Liang Chihui. He buttoned his shirt with one hand, his face sinister. "What a bunch of trash."
"Businesses are like this all the time, eating human flesh and drinking human blood, but they just say it out loud, while smart people don't."
Liang Chihui walked briskly around the pond and said, "Cancel all cooperation with their company and look for a new supplier." He glanced at Ni Hong and said, "They are so mean and despicable to their partner. Maybe they will eat me alive one day."
Ni Hong stopped, and the man turned a corner and disappeared into the corridor.
Where does the anger come from?
Liang Chihui passed by the window of Box No. 3, seemingly unintentionally, yet also deliberately.
The door was slightly open, the windows were closed tightly, and Liang Jishen was lying in a heap between his knees.
She was wearing a small T-shirt with a small V-neck. She had a thin waist and round shoulders. The box was hot and her neck was sweaty. Her long hair flowed over her collarbone and stuck together.
Liang Jishen took a bamboo palm-leaf fan, a prop from opera, and waved it above her head, causing the wind to blow, and her hair to flutter, revealing her rosy face.
He Sang snuggled in his arms and slept soundly.
The man didn't feel tired at all. He controlled the strength and fanned the fan at a constant speed. The wind was soft and gentle, and it felt particularly comfortable and cool on his face.
Zhou Kun was a handsome young man after all. He grimaced and said, "Turn on the air conditioner! It's going to rain. It's too stuffy. My clothes are soaked!"
"She sneezed and coughed twice this morning. Don't open it." Liang Jishen raised his arms, and his armpits, collar, and even the stubble of hair on the back of his head were all soaked with sweat.
"Women are delicate and cannot stand the cold."
"Who said that?" Zhou Kun protested, "The men's weightlifting team in the 89kg class can't beat Hu Nongnong."
"You farted!" Hu Nongnong pinched him.
He evaded her while laughing, "Look at how well-behaved He Sang is, and then look at you, you're so aggressive."
Hu Nongnong also laughed angrily, "Are you as good-looking as Third Uncle? Why do you ask me to do that?"
Zhou Kun was annoyed. "Do you have good taste for the four most handsome men in the School of Political Science and Law?"
She stopped pinching him instantly, "I remember there was Third Uncle, and you too?"
Liang Jishen said calmly, "He was 300 votes short of being selected."
"How many votes in total?"
"Three hundred and one votes." Liang Jishen smiled, "You can choose yourself."
Zhou Kun blushed with embarrassment.
At this moment, a loud thunder struck in the western sky, and raindrops as big as beans hit the glass, waking He Sang up.
"Is it raining?"
She was dizzy, Liang Jishen held her waist, "Just got off."
He Sang was a little regretful, "Has the stage been removed?"
"The rain has subsided, so we can continue the performance." Zhou Kun took out four tickets. "Three hundred seats, all sold out. Those ladies are so bored that they won't stop even if the opera theater stops performing."
"Do they like Huangmei Opera so much?"
"The real purpose is not the wine... The male protagonist is a handsome man. Their husbands are powerful and dare not eat meat openly. They just smell the meat. Their husbands are fat and bald, so handsome men are so pleasing to the eye."
He Sang's pupils were hazy and there were red marks on his cheeks.
Liang Jishen pinched her face and wiped the sweat off her neck, "You're too sleepy."
"I didn't sleep well last night..."
"You snore, you know?"
She was shocked, "I snore?"
"It was deafening," the man said seriously. "The guests in Box 4 came over to check if the suckling pig from the kitchen was hiding in this box."
He Sang was stunned.
"Uncle San, why are you bullying her?" Hu Nongnong laughed, "I was kidding, you sleep very quietly."
After He Sang's temperature dropped, Liang Jishen signaled Zhou Kun, "Open the window for ventilation."
"Aunt San, you will be rewarded." Zhou Kun thanked God and walked towards the window. Liang Chihui turned sideways with his back against the wall to avoid the sight from inside.
The whole pear garden was filled with dark clouds, and pear blossoms covered the ground. He Sang walked out, rolled up the hem of her trousers, tiptoed over the puddles, and rubbed the fallen petals with a bamboo pole, rubbing them under the tree. She moved gently and carefully, and the petals were not stained with dirt.
The smell of grass and fish intertwined in the air. Rainwater poured into the pond, causing ripples. In addition to her, the outline reflected on the water surface also reflected another figure. She leaned over and made a stroke with her hand. The ripples on the water swayed and the outlines distorted.
"Second Young Master, can I hold the umbrella for you?"
"I can handle it myself."
The man spoke in a deep voice and took the waiter's umbrella.
Every item in the opera house is a prop. When they are not used for performances, they are displayed in the private rooms and provided for guests to play with.
The umbrella in Liang Chihui's hand was made of dark blue oilcloth, like a pool of blue ink spilled on it.
He Sang squatted motionless on the shore.
"Aunt San!" Zhou Kun called her.
The wind blew the box door open and closed. Liang Jishen sat facing south, his eyes always following her, afraid that she would fall into the water and slip.
He Sang stepped onto the flat ground and threw down the bamboo pole, and the leaves began to rain heavily.
It splashed on the man's umbrella and slanted towards her.
Bluestone steps, wooden corridors, and grayish-white rubble.
Liang Chihui held an umbrella and walked towards the stone archway. The farther he walked, the lonelier he felt. He stood tall and slender, like a person in a painting.
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