48 Wait for me to come back
◎You know what the Tower of Babel is.◎
After Liang Youwei announced "Qin Zhen and I broke up", Liang Jiangsheng was probably the only one who was unhappy.
The night I returned home, the Liang family had a long-awaited dinner together.
Liang Youwei had planned to play dead for half an hour, but Liang Jiangsheng pressed her to speak the moment she opened her mouth. He still asked about the breakup and then concluded, "Everything was fine, why are you throwing a tantrum?"
Liang Youwei lowered her head, concentrating on looking at the texture lines on the wooden chopsticks in her hand, her eyelashes trembling constantly, and she said nothing.
Liang Ting'an remained calm as he handed Liang Youwei a piece of sweet and sour pork. "Since your personalities are incompatible, it's better to break up sooner rather than later. Waiting until after you're engaged would be too embarrassing."
Liang Jiangsheng didn't say anything. His eyes turned cold as he stared at the pair of red sandalwood chopsticks.
His eldest son, whom he was most proud of, looked into his eyes, smiled slightly, and used the serving chopsticks to pick up food for him.
"Dad, don't be angry. Eat more vegetables."
Liang Zhihui, unfazed, quietly sipped his soup. Liang Jingyi hadn't even looked up, so naturally, he didn't see his brother's provocation. Ms. He, a rather indifferent woman, was startled by Liang Jiangsheng's sudden change of expression. "What's wrong? Are you eating chili peppers?"
Liang Jiangsheng's chest heaved violently, and he ignored his wife. At this moment, he had only one thought: Liang Ting'an might rebel.
After a brief silence, Liang Jiangsheng stood up and said in a cold voice, "Liang Ting'an, Liang Youwei, the two of you come here."
Liang Youwei got goose bumps all over her body when her name was called for the second time. However, she still put the piece of sweet and sour pork into her mouth first, and only stood up timidly after swallowing almost everything.
Liang Ting'an glanced at her, the corners of his lips raised quickly, and then quickly lowered them in sync with the movements of his hands.
"...Brother?" Her shoulders were held, and she turned her head to the side in confusion.
"Eat your meal well."
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There was only one lamp on in the study, and the light was clearly a gentle warm tone, reflecting on Liang Jiangsheng's thin profile, with clear yin and yang, but it looked particularly gloomy.
"Where are we now? Tell me directly."
Liang Ting'an stood behind him, very calm: "In the initial stage, nothing was done."
"Hong Kong media have already published big-character posters, and you're still saying you haven't done anything?!"
Liang Jiangsheng couldn't stand it any longer, so he turned around and threw the newspaper in his hand in his face. The paper still had a faint scent of ink, and it was all folded into the soft wool sweater without making much noise.
He did not hold back, and the sharp edge of the newspaper scraped Liang Ting'an's cheek, leaving a trace of blood.
The person casually wiped away the blood with his fingertips, not even paying attention to it: "It was just a kiss."
His expression, tone, and words were all calm.
"Dad, from childhood to adulthood, I have accomplished every goal you set. I am already thirty years old this year and should have the right to act freely. Liang Youwei is not a member of the Liang family. This is what you said yourself. Since she is not a sister, but just a woman, then whatever I do to her is justified."
He lowered his eyes, stopping the newspaper from falling, and folded it bit by bit into neat squares. His gaze was fixed on the chin of the woman in the photo, and his blood-stained fingertips touched it, staining it crimson.
Seeing his movements clearly, the outrageous words entered his eardrums one after another. The old man was confused and furious. The strange stone ornaments on the rosewood table were swept to the ground without mercy, accompanied by his angry curses.
"Liang Ting'an, do you still have any shame?!"
The rock was jagged and hard, causing the floor to deform slightly. Liang Ting'an looked at the dent and suddenly laughed: "Dad, it seems we need to replace the purple sandalwood in our house."
Ordinary wooden floors are not enough to withstand my father's rage.
"Liang Ting'an!"
Fingertips covered with wrinkles from time trembled as Liang Jiangsheng pointed at his nose and scolded him, "What on earth do you care about?! Ethics, morality, self-cultivation, respect for parents and elders... Have you learned all these principles?"
"Dad, I really don't understand what you are so angry about."
Looking at his extremely angry father, Liang Ting'an was also puzzled. He was helpless, as if looking at a unreasonable child: "Haven't I done well enough in the past 30 years?"
"As for my studies, I hold dual master's degrees in economics from Stanford, an MBA, and I haven't brought shame upon you. As for my work, since I became CEO of Yixing, the group's total profits have increased by an average of 10% annually, and I haven't brought any discredit upon the Liang family. As a son, I have always followed your wishes and have shown sufficient respect to your wife and lover. As a brother, I have never given away my only sister as a bargaining chip, leaving her struggling in her marriage."
His tone was full of doubt and he took half a step closer to his father.
"Dad, ask yourself, as the head of the Liang family, I'm not doing any worse than you. Just looking at the last point, I'm much more conscientious towards Zhihui than you are towards your aunt. You've been so kind to Yaoyao all these years, isn't it just to make up for your mistakes back then? Shouldn't you be even more proud of me for not marrying any of my sisters out of the Liang family?"
"Shut up!"
Being poked in the most painful and guilty place, Liang Jiangsheng saw a bright girl's smile flashing before his eyes, and the sound of "brother" seemed to ring in his ears again. His heart suddenly ached, his spine was broken, and he kept coughing while holding the sharp corner of the table.
Liang Jiangsheng didn't experience many entanglements in his life, but marrying his younger sister Liang Yuezhao to the Yao family was the most painful one.
Liang Yuezhao was only 26 years old when she died. Whenever Liang Jiangsheng thought about his only sister being driven to death by his own hands, he would find it difficult to fall asleep and suffer from insomnia all night.
He had never regretted the arranged marriage. After all, profit was what businessmen valued most. While it was true that he was reluctant to part with his sister, his own comfort was most important. But how could Liang Jiangsheng not feel pained and annoyed when his son pointed this out to him?
After all, he had been a filial son for thirty years. Seeing that his father was unwell, Liang Ting'an patted him on the back and his attitude changed 180 degrees in an instant.
He advised gently: "Dad, you are old, you should be careful."
Hearing this, Liang Jiangsheng became even more furious. He forced himself to stand up and violently pushed Liang Ting'an away. The next second, he raised his hand without hesitation and slapped him hard.
Liang Ting'an didn't dodge at all.
Liang Jiangsheng was breathing heavily, and for a moment, the only sounds in the room were the ups and downs.
The pain on his face gradually disappeared, and the man remained calm as usual: "Dad, since you have beaten me and vented your anger, don't go looking for my sisters in the future."
Without moving a muscle, he raised his eyes and looked directly at him: "Especially her."
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The marks on Liang Ting'an's face faded away neither quickly nor slowly, and by the time he had to meet people to wish them a happy new year, they had completely vanished.
New Year's Day, early morning.
Liang Youwei's sleep and sleep routine has been very regular these days, and she wakes up early. After receiving red envelopes from her elders, she happily pulls the bills out of the envelopes and stacks them into small towers.
There was a light knock on the door, and Liang Youwei said without turning her head: "Come in~ The door is not locked."
"What are you doing?" The top of her head was gently held by a hand, and then she gently embraced it, and the back of her head pressed against the other person's soft belly.
The familiar aroma enveloped Liang Youwei, and she froze. She had actually grown accustomed to the man's closeness, but the events of Hong Kong Island had unnerved her, and she began to doubt his heart and his feelings for her.
Sister, will you really continue to love her?
Liang Youwei lowered her eyes and whispered, "I'm building the Tower of Babel."
Liang Jingyi subconsciously wanted to retort, "Do you know what the Tower of Babel is?", but when the words came to his lips, he abruptly changed them to "The color combination is beautiful."
"Right? That's the color of money."
Liang Youwei tried to look beaming. She mustered up the courage to turn around, but was touched on the ears and jawline, which made her feel a little itchy, and she also felt a little weird inside.
The ears are red.
Liang Jingyi unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and changed the topic: "According to Director Liang's arrangement, we have to go out in half an hour. Although I don't know the specific process, I think it should be no different from negotiating a contract."
Liang Youwei was not notified and was a little stunned, but continued to listen to her.
"If everything goes well, I'll go home early." Liang Jingyi patted the person under him from time to time and whispered, "If possible, don't go to bed yet, okay? Wait for me."
It was extremely rare to see Liang Jingyi so gentle. Liang Youwei slowly raised her hand and placed it on the back of her hand, wanting to grasp this warmth, and hummed softly.
"Aunts and uncles went home for the New Year yesterday. If you're hungry at noon, just heat up the leftovers from last night. Do you know how to use a microwave or oven?" Liang Jingyi asked, lowering her head. Before Liang Youwei could answer, she added, "Forget it. I wrote a note. You can just copy it."
"……oh."
Liang Youwei pursed her lips and thought for a while, unconsciously grinding the edge of her nails, and said uncertainly: "Jingyi, you are not angry with me anymore, right?"
Liang Jingyi didn't say anything.
Her brows were tightly furrowed, and the smile at the corner of her lips disappeared without a trace.
But just when Liang Youwei said guiltily, "I was just joking, Jingyi, don't take it seriously," she interrupted directly with a firm tone, as if she was deliberately emphasizing something.
"What's there to be angry about? When have I ever been really angry with you? If you know you did something wrong, just wait for me to come back tonight."
So you are still angry, but you can't pretend for more than three minutes.
Liang Youwei was dejected and thought secretly.
But to be honest, she felt a lot more relieved because no matter what, once Liang Jingyi had vented enough, she would not bring it up again.
She knew her well, she was sure of it.
"Will you be sad if I don't go out with you?" Liang Jingyi asked this question, perhaps to divert attention.
"It's okay, I'm not sad. I can't really do anything serious there anyway. The adults and elders are all here, so it's boring."
"Well, I'm glad you're not sad."
"...Are you going to settle accounts with me tonight?"
Liang Jingyi's attitude was so good that Liang Youwei couldn't help but feel afraid and suspicious.
The person being questioned was still playing with her hair, his eyes fixed on her, "Why do you say that?"
"You're being too gentle now. You seem too easy to talk to. That's not right."
"Oh—" Liang Jingyi stretched out the meaningless syllables, "It sounds like you are very regretful."
"No regrets at all, okay?" Liang Youwei took a deep breath and couldn't help but get angry.
Liang Jingyi pretended not to hear and continued asking and answering: "So, you want to play Sadist and Masochist? I can be S."
At first, Liang Youwei didn't react until the smile on the other person's face was too strange, and her brain immediately jumped. Her ears were red, and she kept saying "you" for a long time, unable to speak at all. She didn't know what dirty thoughts were associated with her.
Seeing that he had almost made the other person laugh, Liang Jingyi decided to stop: "I have to go change my clothes. Eat if you're hungry, drink water if you're thirsty, and sleep if you're tired. Wait for me to come back. I have something to tell you."
"Be good."
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