59 Guess (More)
◎She is crying.◎
Liang Youwei hummed twice and slowly fell asleep.
Liang Jingyi stared at her for a few seconds, and then the bathroom door opened. Liang Zhihui walked over while stroking her long hair that had just been blow-dried, and slowly swung the purple silk that reached her calf up and down.
"Weiwei is sleepy?"
"Well, I couldn't hold on for more than a few words."
Zhihui smiled and said, "What about you? Are you sleepy, Jingyi?"
Jingyi shook his head: "I'm just a little dizzy, not sleepy yet."
The tall woman chuckled. "If you're not sleepy, come drink some more with me." The man sitting on the sofa was shocked and looked over blankly. "...You've already had a lot to drink tonight."
Liang Zhihui was amused by her sister's stunned expression. She laughed a rare laugh, leaning back slightly. When she had finished laughing, she waved her hand and turned to the wine storage room. A melodious voice drifted over: "It's nothing, just fruit wine."
Liang Jingyi rarely saw her sister so "comfortable". After thinking about it, she agreed to her suggestion.
But... she turned her gaze over - she had to move Liang Youwei to the bed first. Even if there was a carpet, she might get hurt.
Using local materials, Liang Jingyi carried her to Liang Zhihui's bed.
Liang Zhihui's bed is of super king size, which can easily accommodate four or five people.
"Come sit here."
With one hand, the Dionysus pulled two round cushions from the cabinet and casually dropped them in front of the French window. With the other, she placed the nearly transparent fruit wine on the small table. She also conjured a bottle opener and a glass from nowhere and placed them beside the bottle.
I used the remote control to open the window a little, letting in a little of the cool night breeze, which just lifted my long hair and brought in the fragrance.
Liang Zhihui was a person who pursued quality. Not only did he have wine, wind and night view, he also took out the aromatherapy from the floor-standing cabinet by the window and turned on the stereo - it was pure music with a light background that would not disturb the sleeping Liang Youwei.
The fire flashed, and the scent of chamomile slowly spread, making people feel inexplicably comfortable, and they couldn't help but loosen the taut strings.
Liang Jingyi stroked the glass and glanced at it. He always felt that the material did not look like crystal.
"It's borosilicate, just ordinary glass." The person next to her curled his lips, seeing her confusion, "Crystal glasses are flashy and have many concerns. They are not used except for social occasions." She likes to drink both cold and hot wine, and ordinary glasses can't withstand such a test.
"I thought my second sister would pursue quality in every aspect."
“The most important thing is to be comfortable and healthy.”
Liang Jingyi nodded thoughtfully. She slowly sipped the lychee wine, and thinking of her past performance at dinner parties, she couldn't help but feel a little puzzled: "But, Second Sister likes to drink, but I rarely see you drink during business talks or dinner parties. Why is that?"
Liang Zhihui leaned on the sofa with one hand, shaking her highball glass intermittently. The night wind made her voice sound misty, soft and dreamy.
"Do they deserve it?"
In just five words, she fully exposed her inherent arrogance and disdain. Upon hearing this, Liang Jingyi felt a sudden chill on her back, giving her goosebumps. Perhaps it was the strong wind.
She was still speaking, her pronunciation and intonation were very beautiful.
"Alcohol can give people a lot of false impressions, like the idea that once you've been drinking, you're all friends and can be more intimate or even more rude. But I won't be friends with my subordinates because they all naturally learn to push their luck. Therefore, it's important to establish rules to reduce unnecessary favoritism."
At this point, she laughed noticeably.
"Especially the ones in the group. Whether they're women or men, they're not easy to deal with. If you're even slightly reasonable, they'll become shameless and difficult to deal with."
Liang Zhihui put down his half-empty glass, turned his gaze to look at her, and suddenly changed the subject: "Years ago, you scolded the junior manager in the HR department, didn't you?"
Liang Jingyi paused for a few seconds and agreed.
"You shouldn't scold him in front of others. He's a leader after all." Liang Zhihui sighed and took another sip of fruit wine. It was sweet, but it couldn't hide her helplessness. "Besides, you openly stood up for that kid. Aren't you afraid that he'll be sentimental?"
“…I think he should have some self-awareness.”
How can a well-off person who graduated from a 985 university, who is not tall, rich or handsome, have the capital to think "Does she like me?"
What's more, Liang Jingyi just couldn't stand the face of the young leader. What does "you don't want to learn more at such a young age" mean? What does "do you know how many people are eyeing your position?" mean?
It's clearly adding more workload to others that doesn't belong to them, and they're using the rhetoric of "I'm doing this for your own good" to disguise it. Isn't that disgusting? Isn't that cheap?
Liang Jingyi had heard this kind of talk more than once. In the past, she could only tolerate it. Now that she could no longer tolerate it, she would curse every time she saw it. It had nothing to do with any other factors; she simply wanted to curse.
Feeling childish, Liang Zhihui said, "Don't underestimate a man's confidence. His mood is indeed insignificant, but it may cause you unnecessary trouble. I have already informed the HR department in advance. If there is anything wrong with him, he will be fired directly, in your name. Do you understand what I mean, sister?"
"Yeah." She nodded.
It is a way to establish authority once and for all, which is not difficult to understand.
"It's good to have a good temper, and it's also good to be able to teach people a lesson, but from now on, just say it in private. Don't say it openly, okay?"
"Know."
"You will be one of the company's top leaders in the future. Don't get too close to your current colleagues. Maintain a sense of propriety. Do you understand?"
"clear."
…
Liang Jingyi suddenly felt that she had met a different sister today. Normally, Liang Zhihui would guide her in various matters, but this was the first time she had seen such an unsympathetic side of her.
The long-standing sense of disharmony disappeared.
It turns out that this is the real Liang Zhihui.
"Second sister." The woman in blue was becoming increasingly intoxicated by the lychee wine, her voice sounding ethereal and floating in the clouds. "You are truly amazing."
Inexplicably, among so many people in the world, the arrogant Liang Jingyi only recognizes Liang Zhihui as better than himself.
Her second sister leaned back against the pillar behind her and chuckled softly, "Really? Thank you Jingyi for the compliment."
Liang Jingyi thought the laugh was particularly pleasant, but for some reason, it also seemed inexplicably boring—as if he had seen through everything and felt that nothing in the world could satisfy his boredom.
This feeling was intensified by her almost empty eyes. Indifference, apathy, contempt, calmness, weariness—many emotions were mixed into that look, as if to say, "Nothing matters."
Liang Jingyi's question came suddenly.
"Is there nothing you like, sister?"
"Like?" Liang Zhihui closed his eyes, his hair swaying with the music. "I think I did. But I've done it before."
So now she has no hobbies, only work and killing time.
"For example?" Liang Jingyi was very curious.
Liang Zhihui teased her casually: "I've probably done all the ridiculous things you can imagine. Why don't you take a guess?"
Do you think the identity of "sister" is ridiculous?
"...Have you ever used a gun? Your marksmanship should be pretty good too." Liang Jingyi pondered for a moment, then started talking about the big share.
Liang Zhihui opened his eyes, quite surprised: "Have you seen my old photos?"
For some reason, Jingyi felt a little proud. She lowered her brows and drank, hiding her pride: "I've only seen photos of you in China. This is just my guess. After all, in some aspects, the United States is indeed more chaotic, and you are exposed to a lot of things."
She didn't guess that the drug was already very mild.
Liang Zhihui's smile was a little more genuine: "If we have time, let's go to Russia as a family. It's very beautiful there, and I can take you to play with guns."
Jingyi didn't respond immediately. She put down her wine glass, straightened her body slightly, stared into Zhihui's smiling eyes, and continued to guess seriously: "You can also drive - maybe a motorcycle, maybe a kart, anyway, some dangerous sport like racing. Right?"
The calluses on her hands were obvious. She had looked up information and found that they were the remnants of some extreme sports.
"Yeah, go on." Liang Zhihui also straightened up, looked her straight in the eyes, and persuaded her patiently.
"Bungee jumping, you've tried it too, right?"
"Yeah, very clever."
Jingyi's eyes lit up even more. She put down her wine glass, leaned on her shoulders, and unconsciously leaned her head closer: "What about diving? What about surfing?"
Zhi Hui tilted his head and smiled: "I know a thing or two."
"There's skiing too, right?"
"This isn't top-tier, I can barely get by."
Seeing that Liang Jingyi was still unsatisfied and wanted to ask more, Zhihui stretched out his slender index finger and pressed it against the tip of her nose, forcing her to stop and retract the rhythm she had been giving: "Shh, that's enough - it's my turn now."
Liang Jingyi sighed softly in his heart, shaking his dizzy brain: "...Okay. Ask."
Liang Zhihui's questions started out mild, but gradually became sharp and interesting.
"You were a tutor, right?"
"Yeah, it never stopped from my freshman year to my junior year."
"Been in jail?"
"The molester deserves to be beaten."
"Do you get along with most of your classmates?"
"It's very ordinary. I don't allow myself to play with weaklings."
"Have you also been scolded quite a bit by the school leaders and work leaders?"
"They deserve it. They're just sitting there doing nothing."
"You haven't given a cent of any donations, have you?"
"Of course, I am also a vulnerable group. I am a saint for not asking the whole world to donate to me."
"There was once an opportunity to recruit pilots, but it was ruined by the business people going after them, right?"
"I don't care. There are plenty of opportunities."
"You don't care about the recommendation quota that was replaced?"
"I'm strong. I can take the college entrance exam."
“…”
At the end, from Liang Jingyi's perspective, Liang Zhihui laughed so hard that she couldn't even straighten her waist, and almost fell on the corner of the sofa. She was very dissatisfied: "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at you for being too clear-headed, little adult."
Liang Zhihui had already thrown the empty glass into a corner. The man raised his hand, wanting to rub his head, but after he shrugged it off with a sullen look, he seemed even more delighted, his shoulders shaking. "How can you be so smart at such a young age?"
Liang Jingyi didn't want to look at her, so he retracted his gaze and wanted to say, "If you're not smart, you'll be eaten," but then he thought that this should be said face to face, so he looked at Liang Zhihui again.
But who knew that at this glance, he would see something extraordinary.
Liang Zhihui was not smiling.
She is crying.
It turns out that Liang Zhihui also has tears.
"...You deliberately wanted to drink with me tonight, right?" After a long time, Liang Jingyi spoke, and her voice was unexpectedly dry.
Zhi Hui turned sideways, revealing his true face. He didn't seem as cheerful as usual. "That's right. Some things can't just be told from the information. I thought it would be difficult to get started, but thankfully, you took the initiative."
Liang Jingyi was silent, but she kept talking.
"Jingyi, you and Youwei are both alike and different. For a long time, I didn't know how to get along with you. You are too sharp and too arrogant, like a wolf, always ready to fight and confront."
"Isn't this good?"
Liang Jingyi always believed that "high aggressiveness" was her hymn.
Liang Zhihui shook his head gently: "This is good. But it's very tiring."
The atmosphere fell silent, and Liang Jingyi paused for a long time. When she spoke again, she abruptly changed the subject, trying to get back to her original question: "Second sister, you said you've already done everything you like. Does that mean your life is boring now?"
Liang Zhihui chose to obey her wishes and replied:
"Occasionally. Like when the latest work project is finished, when I lose my appetite, when I don't feel like reading or watching a movie, or when I hate exercising. Not often, but it happens."
People often inexplicably begin to ponder the "meaning of life," often falling into self-doubt. Some people face hardship or average living, so their purpose in life is to make money and enjoy a good life; others crave favoritism and romance, so their purpose in life is to find a perfect relationship.
But there are always people in the world who have no desires, just like Liang Zhihui. Because all her desires have been satisfied, there is nothing in the world that she wants to do but cannot do.
"...So how would you solve this problem? Through meditation?"
In response to Liang Jingyi's question, the woman picked up the wine glass and bottle again, slowly pouring the wine into it, and faint bubbles could be heard bursting.
"It's actually quite simple. Just find an anchor point."
In order to make himself "alive", to make himself happier, and to give life hope and expectations, Liang Zhihui has searched for his own anchor countless times.
Money, power, adventure, movies, reading, music, games, beautiful scenery, delicious food, fine wine, tobacco...but none of them are enough.
Liang Zhihui has never been one to place particular importance on material things. Rather than pursuing a life of luxury, she prioritizes "feelings above all else." She used to play with cars and skydive for the thrill of that rare thrill. Sometimes, she truly enjoys feeling "out of control."
How boring it would be if we could hold everything in our hands.
Liang Zhihui wants to challenge.
Since it is a challenge, it must have something to do with "impossible".
Liang Jingyi seemed to understand something, the answer was in her heart, but she still spoke slowly, her fingers gradually tightening: "So, have you found it?"
"Of course." She drank the second glass of lychee wine, and her beautifully shaped lips opened. "Liang Youwei."
She looked at her lying on the bed and said her name, enunciating each word without hesitation: "She is my anchor."
Liang Zhihui likes Liang Youwei's sweet words, her hugs and affirmations, and her simple and childish questions and curiosity. Everything related to her makes Liang Zhihui feel that "life is worth it."
Wherever my heart is at peace is my hometown.
Every time I hugged her, it was not just my sister who felt at ease.
She turned out to be her spiritual hometown.
How terrible.
Liang Jingyi finally understood.
Could this be the reason? In Liang Zhihui's unchanging scroll, Liang Youwei is the variable, and naturally, the only anchor.
Aren't the two of them similar? Liang Youwei is Liang Zhihui's anchor and Liang Jingyi's safe house.
Liang Zhihui couldn't believe that he could feel satisfied in the arms of a younger sister; Liang Jingyi was also surprised that he could sleep peacefully next to someone he had known for less than a year.
Liang Youwei, you are so terrible.
Liang Jingyi stopped talking, drank the rest of the wine and thought.
How fascinating you are.
·
The "lively" Spring Festival passed quickly.
Going to work was not a good job in the first place, and Liang Youwei had to endure Liang Jiangsheng's cold glances from time to time when she got home. She was really tormented, so she simply notified her three brothers and sisters, and then sneaked back to her small apartment on Thursday.
Ms. He was always worried that Liang Youwei couldn't take care of herself, so this time she decided to come with her to see if her apartment was lacking anything.
"Weiwei, is your dressing room a little too small? Can it hold all those clothes and jewelry?" Entering the master bedroom suite, He Jingshu frowned and looked around the French-style dressing room which was only about 50 square meters.
Liang Youwei casually hung up the small Xiangfeng on her body and picked and chose in the coat rack: "It's not small, it's not just a room."
Her clothes were so widely distributed that, in addition to her own houses, they were also in Liang Ting'an's family's. At first, Liang's father was so angry that he asked the aunt at home to throw all her things out. Fortunately, Liang Ting'an reacted quickly and moved them to her own house immediately.
Liang Youwei hasn't had time to move out yet.
He Jingshu helped her pick out a coat. The two of them were going out for dinner later, and they kept chattering to each other.
"Although Jingyi likes beautiful clothes, the styles she buys are too conservative. It's either a shirt or a knee-length skirt, there's no creativity at all, and those same old trench coats. If you didn't know, you'd think she was running for the British princess. I'm starting to wonder if Liang Jiangsheng told her something in advance. Why is she becoming more and more dignified?"
Third sister—dignified? Liang Youwei found it absurd.
Someone who had seen Liang Jingyi in many "revealing outfits" pursed his lips, forced a smile, and secretly felt guilty: "After all, Third Sister has to socialize whenever she goes out, so she must be more decent."
As for privately, Liang Jingyi might as well not wear anything... deep V suspender skirts, straight one-shoulder skirts, tube top slit skirts, paired with big wavy hair or long straight black hair, and a red or black tattoo from time to time, it's simply deadly.
What kind of "sister" would dress like this in front of her "sister"? Yes, she didn't reveal anything, but it made people feel that she had revealed nothing more...
"Baby, why are you blushing? Are you hot?" A slightly cool hand touched the side of her face. She saw Ms. He frowning and said, "Where is the remote control? I'll turn it down for you."
"No, no," Liang Youwei coughed twice, the tips of her ears turning even redder with shame, "It will be fine after a while, Mom, don't worry, let's pick out clothes, pick out clothes."
"You have to tell mom if there's anything wrong, okay? No matter how big or small the problem is, don't handle it alone."
It was unknown what she was thinking about, but He Jingshu became even more serious and spoke in a low voice, "No matter how good Ting'an and Zhihui are, they weren't born from your mother's womb. How can they be as close to you as Jingyi?"
Liang Youwei understood her mother's concerns and didn't want to argue or upset her. She just smiled and hugged her waist, patiently saying shyly, "Don't worry, Mom, I've remembered everything. My third sister is the most important, and I will do my best to love her. Then, together with her, I will be filial to you, accompany you, and love you, and make you the happiest and most beautiful girl in the world~"
She called me "Mom" so softly all the time that it made my heart melt with joy.
He Jingshu's eyes were wrinkled with laughter, and she pinched her nose with her hand, not too hard or too soft: "Hmph, smooth talker. I'm already this age, and I'm still a girl?"
"Why should we listen to other people's judgment of age? In my opinion, teenagers are young and vigorous, twenty-year-olds are young and vigorous, thirty-year-olds are still young, and forty or fifty-somethings are still in their prime. Right?"
This is true, Liang Youwei really has no concept of "age". Because her mother and sister are young and confident enough, to her, age is just a number.
Ms. He pretended to disagree: "Just coax me."
"No kidding, that's the truth. Mrs. He from Hong Kong Island is almost sixty this year, and hasn't she still achieved record-breaking performance? I don't see anyone in the media mentioning her age. They all say she's a mastermind, a visionary, and in her prime. That's probably it, right? I can't remember for sure, but she's very impressive and youthful anyway."
Liang Youwei grew more excited as she spoke, feeling increasingly shrewd and insightful. "Where's the DVD? Quickly record it and show it to Liang Jingyi later."
It was a rare opportunity for her to "talk big". She let go of her mother and instead held down the cream-white clothes hanger, half-supporting her body, her pupils sparkling.
"Besides, I think being a girl, a queen, or a young lady is just a concept. As long as they're female, anyone can be one. Just like Jingyi and your mother back then, you didn't have much money back then, but you were still very capable. One of you was able to get into a top university in the country, and the other was able to fight hard alone in the imperial capital. Isn't that what a queen is?"
This is not the first time that Ms. He has been affirmed by her daughter, but every time she hears her daughter's well-founded praise, she always feels happy and soft.
She smiled: "So, is our Weiwei the queen of acting like a spoiled child?"
Liang Youwei thought about it and touched her chin: "Hmm... that should be it? The coquettish queen sounds good too."
The prerequisite for becoming a queen is to be a woman, and she happens to be one, both physically and mentally.
He Jingshu couldn't help laughing, her voice rising with joy: "Then, Your Majesty, what do you think of this one?"
She picked up a light pink plain cashmere coat and was about to try it on her daughter when she saw the stains on the cuffs. She asked in confusion, "Honey, this coat is dirty. Why don't you take it to the dry cleaners?"
The Liang family prefers cashmere for autumn and winter clothes, but cashmere is difficult to clean and easily damaged, so there are dry cleaning shops that specialize in cleaning cashmere.
It's true that the family has money, but it's also true that they don't throw things away. After all, it's not black money obtained through corruption. In other words, Liang Youwei has no concept of money and doesn't know how to make it, so she doesn't feel bad about spending it.
Throwing away one piece after another is never a sign of status; it's mindless waste, and waste is shameful. To put it bluntly, cherishing money is the first rule of the Liang family motto.
"Oh, I forgot. I'll call someone to pick it up later." Liang Youwei turned her head and glanced at him, not really taking it seriously. "By the way, Mom, what are we having for dinner? How about mutton hot pot?"
"Sure. Which one do you want to go to, Weiwei?"
"It's right outside the door, so we don't have to drive or walk anymore, which is troublesome."
"Hmm. Wear this?"
"Okay."
In a flash, Ms. He pulled out a sky-blue long coat and handed it to Liang Youwei, who took it obediently, removed the dust bag, and put it on.
She pushed her back, not too hard or too soft: "Let's go~"
Ms. He was at her wit's end: "Okay, okay, Weiwei, go slower."
"I know, I know~"
"Look at you kid, why are you so happy?"
"Because my mother is with me. Who doesn't want someone to accompany them?"
“…”
The mother and daughter talked and laughed as they left the warm and comfortable apartment.
·
Late that night, Yuyuantan, eleven o'clock.
"Welcome home."
As the electronic door opened, a calm artificial intelligence voice rang out, emotionless and dull.
"Yeah, I'm back." The man bent down, changed his slippers at the entrance, and responded to the AI gently.
The air was a little cold. Shao Yue forgot to turn on the air conditioner in advance today, and he could even exhale white steam with every breath.
His face was expressionless as he walked into the locker room and changed silently. After a quick shower, he went to the kitchen to cook. The extra workload today had made him forget to eat dinner.
He didn't care about it privately and planned to cook a few dumplings to make do. There seemed to be two plates of pork and fennel filling in the refrigerator, which were left over from his aunt's Spring Festival wrapping.
A long-limbed man sat quietly at the edge of a cool, hard marble island counter, slowly eating dumplings with his chopsticks. The light, deliberately tuned to a warm yellow, gently descended, his eyelashes shimmering with gold, while his pupils remained cold and dull.
Halfway through the meal, the cell phone rang. It was Shao Yi, the eldest son of his eldest brother Shao Qing and his little nephew.
Shao Yue swiped the screen and accepted the video call.
"Great, Uncle, you're still awake!" The child rolled over in bed excitedly. "I'm so bored!"
Shao Yue raised his eyelids and glanced at the clock: "You should be able to do Zhou Gong by now, little friend."
"Oh, but I can't sleep." Seven-year-old Shao Yi sighed like a little adult. "My dad told me today that he and Mom are going on a business trip in a few days and asked me to stay home and take good care of my sister. I don't believe it. Second uncle, do you know? The place he is going to is Norway! How could our family cooperate with any company in Norway? He clearly wants to travel, but he doesn't take me with him! He knows that I love the fjords there the most!"
The bony hand paused for a moment, but then returned to normal. "Your parents have a good relationship, isn't that a good thing?"
He lowered his eyes and said, "We are free to love each other. We must stay together happily with the partner we choose."
"Oh, second uncle, I don't mean to say this is bad, after all, grandpa and grandma are like this. But I'm also bored, cough cough - uncle, my best second uncle, you see you don't have a wife, and you don't have anyone you like, otherwise..."
The kid on the other end rolled his eyes, but Shao Yue didn't care. He swallowed the dumplings in his mouth and waited for him to continue: "How about?"
He was eager to try: "I'll stay at your place for two days."
He was as calm as water: "Reason."
Shao Yi suddenly got up and said: "Your place is fun, there are all kinds of game consoles, and all kinds of balls. More importantly, you are such a good gamer, uncle, can you take me to play games these two days?"
"No." Shao Yue said decisively, "If I want to take you here, I have to bring Pian Pian with me. I can't take care of a child."
Shao Pianpian was only three years old, which was a time of trouble, and Shao Yue was afraid that something might happen.
Shao Yi thought without hesitation: "Can't Pianpian just stay at home? Grandma can take care of Pianpian."
Everyone in the Shao family lives together, except Shao Yue - he moved to Yuyuantan to live alone after he turned eighteen and would not go back unless necessary.
"Do you really take your father's words as bullshit?"
Shao Yue suddenly chuckled, revealing a bit of reckless insolence, "Besides, he trusts me to take care of you?"
Thinking of his father's attitude towards his second uncle, Shao Yi felt a little depressed: "Oh, that's right... Then, second uncle, why don't you find fewer girlfriends? Or go to nightclubs less often? At least it will reassure Dad and the others."
"them?"
"Yes, Mom, Dad, Grandma, and Grandpa are all worried about you, and so is your uncle."
"...You're just a kid, don't worry about it."
My "girlfriends" were all found by your dad.
Shao Yue turned half of his face to the side, and the corner of his lips in the darkness raised a sarcastic arc, but his tone was gentle, without revealing the slightest sign of abnormality, and was within the normal range for children.
"Come to my place if you want, but."
He paused for a long time on purpose, and after the other party repeatedly assured him, "I will definitely get my dad's approval," he slowly added, "You are not allowed to enter my study."
“Okay!!!”
Shao Yi was overjoyed and cheered loudly.
"Good night, Uncle! Sweet dreams to the most handsome man in the world!"
As he spoke, he stared at Shao Yue's slightly exposed chest muscles and deliberately made an exaggerated expression, "Really, Second Uncle, everyone on the Internet says that my uncle is handsome, but I don't think he's as good as you!"
Shao Yue smiled, feeling that it was better than nothing. He never bought into this kind of talk: "It's not too late to praise me when you actually see me. It's too late now, go to bed quickly. Be careful not to grow taller."
Shao Yi thought his second uncle's smile was even more handsome. He howled twice and chattered about the interesting things that happened around him in the past few days before he was willing to hang up the phone.
As the call was disconnected, the empty flat fell into silence again.
Finally, the gradually cooling dumplings all entered Shao Yue's stomach.
He turned off all the lights and said goodnight to the cold AI.
-
Unless it was an emergency, the Liang family would not ask their employees to work overtime and strictly adhered to the eight-hour workday. So, Liang Youwei's cashmere coat wasn't sent to the dry cleaners until the next day.
That day.
"Sister Wang, have you checked Weiwei's clothes? Is there anything important inside? Don't wash her bracelet with them."
She still remembers the time when everyone forgot to check their pockets and overlooked the bracelet inside. After washing it, she took it out and saw that the luxury item had been rubbed off and was directly scrapped.
Liang Youwei was very open-minded. She took the faded bracelet and said cheerfully: "This is a kind of characteristic. The beauty of imperfection is also beauty. It's no big deal." So, the matter was handled lightly and everyone felt relieved.
The woman who was replaced by "Sister Wang" was wrapping tin foil around the pearl buttons of her coat. Without even looking up, she said, "Don't worry, I've already checked them all beforehand."
"There's nothing much."
"That's fine." Reassured, she nodded, turned around and left to go about her own business, without noticing Sister Wang's obviously unhappy expression.
When she was alone in the room, Sister Wang slowly straightened up, her hands unconsciously covering the big pockets at her sides, her eyes complicated.
How could that kind of receipt appear in Youwei's clothes?
The sound of the machine running was a little noisy, just like her uneasy mood. She pursed her lips, took out her cell phone and sent a message to a contact.
Xiao Wang from the dry cleaners: [Mr. Liang, there's an extra purchase receipt inside Miss Four's coat. It's dated before the Lunar New Year. Do you want me to deliver it to her?]
Dry Cleaner Xiao Wang: [Picture]
…
It was already late at night when Liang Ting'an saw the message.
He attended a dinner party today, which ended at eleven o'clock.
In his private apartment, he did not rush to check the messages sent by various "spies". As usual, he took off his watch, cufflinks, and tie first. The low-key and restrained styles were put back in place one by one. His movements were natural, meticulous and appropriate.
He took out the suit he was going to wear tomorrow, made sure it was ironed properly, and then carefully matched the small accessories to go with it. After finishing all this, Liang Ting'an went to the bathroom to wash up. After getting into bed, he began to check the messages on his personal phone.
When he saw "Dry Cleaner Xiao Wang", his face remained calm. He clicked on the picture with his slender fingers and saw the words clearly. His eyebrows instantly frowned and his face turned cold in an instant.
Contraception, pregnancy, medicine.
Liang, You, Wei.
Returning from Hong Kong Island, the third day.
It turned out that what she meant by "solving the relationship problem" was going to bed with Qin Zhen without any safety measures.
A cold curve appeared on his lips as he typed.
Mr. Liang: [Please deliver it to the CEO's office in Yixing Building tomorrow and hand it to me personally. Please keep it confidential. Thank you for your hard work.]
After receiving the other party's immediate reply of "OK, Mr. Liang", he took a deep breath, as if he was mentally preparing himself and calming himself down completely before opening the chat box of "Weiwei".
Brother: [Weiwei, do you have any plans for tomorrow? If you have time, come to my house for dinner.]
Liang Youwei was playing games at that time, but a message popped up. She dialed the number impatiently and continued playing.
She pays great attention to the gaming experience, and basically asks national players to play with her every time. Her winning rate is frighteningly high, and she is targeted by the game mechanism. From time to time, she has to play two "life and death games", which are extremely difficult to win.
But it was obvious that the odds of life and death in this game were too bizarre. Despite the national server's best efforts, they still couldn't win. Liang Youwei was furious, and thinking of the message, she immediately logged out of the room and stopped playing.
Xiao Ning (National Server xx, can accompany or substitute): [Boss, are we not going to play anymore? (＿) I can call our team's shooter, she's also a National Server]
Xiao Ning sent a WeChat message in fear.
You know, this "Miss Liang" is a big money-maker with a good temper. She even gives tips when she enjoys playing, and she is very quick to take orders and pay the bills. Today, I couldn't make her happy, and I was a little afraid that the customer would go to the "rival" group.
Fortunately, the other party did not let her down.
Boss Liang: [It's okay, it has nothing to do with you, you're awesome. My brother wants to talk to me, so I have to log off first. Bye.]
Xiao Ning breathed a sigh of relief.
【Yeah, good night, boss. (><)】
Boss Liang: [Good night (><) Your emojis are so cute, I stole them.]
Xiao Ning: [Hehe~]
Liang Youwei exited the play chat bar and clicked on "Brother".
Weiwei: [What's wrong, brother?]
Six minutes.
Liang Ting'an lowered his eyebrows, determined the length of her reply, and said gently: "I just miss you a little."
Liang Youwei couldn't help but feel proud, and threw away the anger in the game: [It's only been a day since we last met, and you already miss me? And are you sure it's just "a little"?]
The person whose face could not be seen replied in an ambiguous way, which also made people think: [Maybe when we meet, you will find that "some" is my lie.]
A lie that requires a face-to-face encounter to verify, doesn't that mean some concrete action? But what exactly is that action...
Something is wrong.
The more she listened, the more rascal it sounded. Was it her illusion?
Liang Youwei had a dark mind and was somewhat delusional. Ever since she started having sex, she felt she was becoming more and more lustful, and her mind was surprisingly flexible in this regard.
So, I unconsciously kicked off the quilt, trying to drive away the inexplicable heat in my body, and slowly pressed the voice speaking button.
"Will my brother come to pick me up?"
Liang Ting'an also sent a voice message: "I'll go to the 13th floor at 6:30."
The tenth to thirteenth floors of Yixing Building are Zhi Liang's office area. Liang Youwei can barely be considered a low-rise building, and her office is on the thirteenth floor.
The gentle and steady voice was soaked in invisible electricity, revealing a subtle sexiness. Liang Youwei's ears blushed when she heard it: "Then I'll wait for you in the office, okay?"
"Weiwei is good."
His voice was smiling, but his face was expressionless.
【Author’s words】
This chapter explains why Zhihui tolerates Jingyi so much, because she feels sorry for her.
P.S.: I finally finished the exam! I will update about 6,000 to 7,000 words in the future, slowly making up for it~ [Spread flowers]
PPS: I've been feeling really inspired lately, so I really want to add more... (crazy hint) [patting my head]
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