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◎Tingwei Line·Love You Forever◎
Today is an unusual day.
Every employee who has met Mr. Liang has the same thought.
Is the chairman in a good mood today? His facial expression is usually dignified and serious, but today, he's acting strangely. Not only is his mouth upturned, but he's also dressed quite flamboyantly. The intricate and eye-catching trinity knot paired with a dark blue Prince of Wales check suit exudes refinement and elegance.
"Sister Shuyu, what's going on with Director Liang? Is it your wedding anniversary?"
During lunch break, the idle man came forward curiously, not forgetting to glance at the chairman's office with its closed door in the distance.
Qiao Shuyu yawned. "Did you forget that Director Liang's 40th birthday is today? I guess his family said they wanted to celebrate it well in advance."
"Family? Aren't Mr. Liang's family just his wife and the young prince?" The man scratched the back of his head and muttered, "Mr. Hui has been developing in the United States for the past few years, and Mr. Jing has been away for almost nine years and hasn't come back once. It's so quiet at home, how can we properly celebrate?"
After yawning, Qiao Shuyu supported half of his face with cotton candy and said, "Having my wife and children by my side is not enough. I feel so happy."
The Liang family's affairs were already a mess, difficult to sort out. Ever since Liang Youwei became pregnant and gave birth ten years ago, the chaos had gone to the next level.
The paternity test revealed that Liang Yutang's biological father was Liang Ting'an, who had nothing to do with Liang Youwei's ostensible husband. Just getting the "prince" to recognize his ancestral roots took Liang Ting'an considerable effort.
The first step is to coax your wife back home.
Liang Youwei had always been a contradictory person, selfish yet soft-hearted. Two months after giving birth to Liang Yutang, Liang Ting'an treated her to a meal and slept with her that night.
It must be said that the longer one lives, the more tricks one acquires. The moment Liang Youwei saw Liang Ting'an's tears, she was dazzled. Even more terrible, she heard sweet whispers in her ears. She felt like she was soaking in a hot spring.
In the face of beauty, Liang Youwei lost her rationality at the speed of light, and responded to whatever she said. As for the consequence of being obsessed with beauty, it was like signing a tyrannical treaty.
The content of the treaty is simple.
First, Mr. Liang Tingan voluntarily donated all the assets under the name of Ms. Liang Youwei, and was willing to manage Yixing Group for Ms. Liang Youwei in the future.
Second, Ms. Liang Youwei must live with Mr. Liang Yutang and Liang Tingan, and communicate promptly if there are any conflicts, but she must never run away from home or live separately.
3. Without the consent of both parties, neither party may travel to another place without permission, let alone have close contact with the opposite sex.
…
When Liang Youwei came to her senses the next day, she realized that she had actually sold the rest of her life.
But after signing her name and pressing her fingerprints, the legally illiterate Liang Youwei couldn't even say "this is an illegal clause" and could only sink into the other party's kissing offensive.
Okay, okay, it’s fine for the child to live with his father.
At least my brother has the biggest breasts, is the easiest to bury, can cook delicious Chinese and Western food, and can even act as a father at times - brackets, English version.
In a confused but logical way, Liang Youwei moved into Liang Ting'an's private residence with her baby.
Similarly, another year passed in confusion. Liang Jiangsheng accidentally injured someone with a weapon and cut a big gash on Liang Ting'an's arm. The next day, Liang Zhihui took out the abnormal mental evaluation report of his father and sent him to a mental hospital.
It happened to be the National Day holiday, and He Jingshu was taken to England by Liang Jingyi to travel and avoid these disputes. When she came back, the former "adopted daughter" became the current "daughter-in-law".
“Bang!”
Hearing the sound of a sharp slap, Liang Youwei paused on her way downstairs. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the person below in the high-ceilinged hall. The jeweled tassels on her earrings suddenly flashed.
Ms. He's chest rose and fell noticeably, the strong overhead light making her face look pale. She pointed at the silent man and said in a sharp voice, "Liang Ting'an, are you crazy?! Not only did you put your father in that kind of place, but you even dared to keep Weiwei by your side! Aren't you really afraid that the Shao and Song families will cause trouble?"
"Mom, calm down first."
Liang Ting'an lowered his eyes, making it difficult to discern his expression. He spoke gently and calmly, "Some things aren't what you think. Liang Jiangsheng's current fate is entirely his due. He committed sins in the past, and now he must pay them back. Whether it's business, love, or family, Liang Jiangsheng has let everyone down."
"Liang Jiangsheng is worthy of me!" He Jingshu's eyes were red. "Liang Ting'an, what do you know about love? What qualifications do you have to judge Liang Jiangsheng's love?"
Liang Ting'an showed a rare expression of confusion. He frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed. He looked into her angry eyes and said, "Mom, there are some things Zhihui and I haven't told you. Do you really think they don't exist? I wonder if you still remember the car accident that Zhihui had in the United States."
A vague, ominous tension welled up in He Jingshu, and she gripped the armrest tightly. "...What do you mean? Zhihui was just driving drunk at the time, and he hit someone without paying attention. What could have happened?"
As if to show off her strength, she deliberately opened her eyes and straightened her back.
Liang Ting'an suddenly laughed and said word by word, "Who do you think the pregnant woman she hit was? She was Liang Jiangsheng's mistress, who was pregnant with a son."
"If it weren't for us siblings, do you really think you could hold onto your position as Mrs. Liang? Do you really believe Liang Jiangsheng loves you unconditionally? He's a businessman through and through, and he only loves himself. Besides us three siblings, Liang Jiangsheng has children in the United States, England, and Italy. They just don't return to China, they don't exist."
A blow hit her head, her brain roaring. He Jingshu's body swayed, but she was firmly supported. A familiar cry rang in her ears: "Mom..."
It’s Liang Youwei.
At some point, she came down from the stairs.
He Jingshu slowly turned her eyes and looked at her daughter. Meeting her almond-shaped eyes, which were filled with shame, anxiety, and fear, she felt an uncontrollable surge of pain in her heart.
"Mom is fine... Weiwei, don't cry."
Liang Ting'an swallowed the more cruel words and turned to a relatively mild topic.
"As for the relationship between Weiwei and me, and Weiwei and Shao Yue, you don't have to worry. Yutang is my child. And Shao Yue knows everything about this matter. He will be responsible for appeasing the Shao and Song families, and nothing will happen to the Liang family and Weiwei."
Listening to her eldest brother's words, Liang Youwei felt even more ashamed. She sniffed, her voice thick with nasal sounds, and her eyes were timid and dodging: "I'm sorry, Mom... I did something shameful and disappointed you..."
The absurdity had swept through every nerve of He Jingshu, and she even felt a little numb. She closed her eyes and tears fell.
Seeing this, Liang Youwei became even more panicked. She hugged her neck, tears streaming down her face, one string after another: "Mom, don't do this, I'm scared, I was wrong..."
For the first time, He Jingshu didn't take the initiative to wipe her tears. She opened her eyes and looked at her seriously: "Weiwei, tell your mother the truth. Are you willing to do this? Liang Tingan, did he force you?"
Liang Youwei didn't dare look at her. She was silent for a few seconds before she said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "Mom, it's me——"
"Mom, it's my fault." Liang Ting'an suddenly interrupted, "I like Weiwei, and I was the one who seduced Weiwei."
His back trembled, but his spirit returned. He Jingshu slapped him hard again, gritting her teeth and saying, "Liang Ting'an, you are shameless!"
The tall and straight man opposite did not move, allowing her to beat and scold him.
"Mom, I'm shameless."
"I used the name of my brother to get close to her, causing her to blur the lines between family and love. I also actively used shares, luxury homes, and jewelry to entice her to stay with me. And I coaxed her into giving birth to Yutang with the promise that we would always be a family."
"She's too young and naive, so she always listens to me and follows my wishes. But mom, I've always been serious about Liang Youwei. No playing around, no teasing, no joking."
Having said that, he raised his eyes, serious and solemn, without a trace of joking.
"In this life, I will only have Liang Yutang as my child, and Liang Youwei as my wife. I will not allow any third party to come between her and me. Liang Youwei and I will live a stable and happy life. Please trust me, Mom."
After he finished speaking, he bent down and worshipped his parents solemnly.
"Brother..." Liang Youwei couldn't believe it, and every word trembled. The surging emotions were unreasonable, like a wave rushing over, swallowing up a boat.
Her nails, painted with precious flowers, were almost digging into the wooden faucet, making a teeth-grinding sound. He Jingshu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
"Anyone can say nice things. Liang Ting'an, I can't see through your father, nor can I see through you. If Weiwei is willing to stay, I will trust her."
Liang Youwei was naturally willing to do so.
Nine years have passed since I was willing to do this.
"Sister Shuyu, is my brother here?"
Qiao Shuyu was about to say to her colleague, "You should think more about your own affairs," when she suddenly heard this sentence. She turned her head and saw Liang Youwei with a smile on her face.
Time seemed to have left no trace on the woman before him. Her eyes were full of smiles, her spirits were high, and her crimson lips were curled upwards. Her long, dark, curly hair was simply tied back, without a trace of bulk, and she looked exactly the same as she had ten years ago.
Qiao Shuyu came back to his senses: "Director Liang is inside, Weiwei can just go in."
As she spoke, she glanced at the person next to her—"Be alert, don't talk." The person was very tactful and nodded with his eyes.
"Thank you." Liang Youwei winked at her, put her hands behind her back, and walked briskly, her lace and satin stiletto heels making a pleasant sound.
“Surprise!”
The office door was suddenly pushed open, and Liang Youwei rushed in with a smile, and even the air became fresh.
He originally wanted to give Liang Ting'an a surprise, but he happened to be facing the gate. Almost the moment he entered, Liang Youwei was embraced by him.
The door slowly closed. Liang Ting'an lowered his head, touching his nose with hers, and smiled gently: "Surprise."
Liang Youwei couldn't help but be stunned: "Did you know I was coming? Why are you standing here in advance?"
Liang Ting'an couldn't help but kiss her lower lip: "I was originally thinking of getting some small bread to temporarily fill my stomach, and I just happened to run into you."
It’s not because I installed a positioning system in her phone.
"Are you hungry?" Liang Youwei never doubted his words. "I think it's almost time to get off work. Why not go home directly? It's only half an hour anyway."
"It's not that exaggerated. Work attitude is very important. If I leave work early today, what if others follow suit tomorrow?" Liang Ting'an held her waist tightly, patiently and gently: "Wait here for half an hour, okay?"
Liang Youwei smiled, and without hesitation, she hugged him back, looking up and smiling: "Okay~ Brother, you're so serious? It seems that you have earned some money for me today."
The man's eyes were filled with love and pity: "Of course. I want Weiwei to be beautiful and happy every day."
Liang Youwei wore a Victorian-style pure white shirt today, paired with a bright red A-line skirt and a matching vest, looking bright and elegant. Liang Tingan, who doesn't understand aesthetics, just thought it was very beautiful, so beautiful that it's hard to describe.
Liang Youwei said proudly: "You can rest assured about this, I will. Okay, you go to work now, I'll sit here for a while."
Liang Ting'an touched the back of her head before he let go and sat back in his office chair.
…
Liang Youwei is quirky and Liang Tingan would receive unique gifts on every birthday he had, and this year is no exception.
Liang Youwei held her chin up and quietly looked at her brother who closed his eyes and made a wish, her mind drifting away.
Why does she feel that Liang Tingan becomes more handsome as he gets older?
The thin crimson lips, the straight and unchanging nose bridge, and the faint fine lines at the corners of the eyes... seemed to be telling of his age, and also seemed to show his experience.
Especially at certain times, he would close his eyes, and the corners of his eyes would overflow with red, matching the color of his lips, deep in and shallow out...
"Have you seen enough?" At some point, the other person opened his eyes, a look of teasing in his eyes. "Can you tell me, brother, what the results of your investigation are?"
Liang Youwei's face flushed suddenly, and her eyes slipped back: "What else can the result be? It's just that you are very handsome."
Liang Ting'an snorted and chuckled, without commenting, and changed the subject: "Where's Yutang? I haven't seen him all day today."
"This kid has been in his rebellious phase recently, so I asked Shao Yue to take him out to play. After all, brother, you don't want to hear him call you uncle today, right?"
Liang Youwei held her chin with her hands and blinked quickly.
Liang Ting'an was silent.
Their son had indeed been a source of worry lately, often getting angry for no apparent reason and then using sarcastic language to irritate others. Liang Ting'an had a good temper most of the time, but Liang Yutang was too good at courting trouble, constantly calling him "uncle," which completely extinguished his father's love.
Liang Yutang's quick thinking, coupled with the child's unbridled talk, often left his parents speechless. Over time, Liang Youwei became afraid to chat with her son, and whenever something happened, she would simply leave him to Shao Yue's care.
As the saying goes, those who are best at being parents often don't become parents themselves, and Shao Yue happens to be an outstanding representative of them.
"But Weiwei, are you sure Liang Yutang won't randomly claim someone as his father?" Liang Ting'an thought for a long time and said this.
This kid is wild and courageous, and even called Qin Zhen "little dad".
Liang Youwei didn't take it seriously: "It's a small matter. You're his biological father, why are you arguing with your son so much? Hurry up and blow out the candles. Do you still want a gift?"
The man was speechless and had no choice but to obey.
The candle went out, the lights came back on, and Liang Youwei produced an unusually thick lace-edged notebook in her hand.
“Here’s the birthday present~”
Liang Ting'an hesitated and took it with both hands.
He received the "Collection of Time Together" when he was 35 years old. Liang Youwei sorted the photos of the two of them by time, filled up an entire A4 notebook, and wrote down in detail the time, place, and mood at the time.
So, what will this be? A new collection in five years?
Liang Ting'an wanted to open it and take a look, but Liang Youwei stopped him. She said seriously: "Wait a minute, you can open it after you take a shower."
Her hard work must be treated with respect.
An hour later, in the master bedroom.
Under Liang Youwei's encouraging gaze, Liang Ting'an pursed his lips and slowly turned to the first page.
The moment the first page was turned, dozens of butterflies "flew out" from the book, accompanied by the faint scent of roses, and landed on Liang Ting'an's shoulders, arms, and heart.
He was still in a daze, but Liang Youwei was already laughing excitedly: "Isn't that amazing? A flying butterfly! It took me a long time to experiment to achieve this effect! Brother, turn to the next page quickly, it's even more amazing!"
Liang Ting'an didn't move. His gaze was fixed on the line "A love letter to my beloved brother", and a look of daze flashed across his eyes.
The second page was a large photo frame. Liang Ting'an followed her instructions and used a lighter to ignite the white paper inside the frame. The paper slowly burned, the edges gleaming with flames, revealing the words "Happy Birthday" hidden inside.
"Isn't that awesome!" Seeing Liang Ting'an stunned and losing his elite look, Liang Youwei was very proud, and she was both openly and secretly happy, "Next page, next page~"
Liang Ting'an remained silent and did as he was told.
The third page shows the brightly lit Victoria Harbour. In a corner of a luxury cruise ship, two three-dimensional figures are kissing.
The fourth page features a variety of shoe silhouettes, arranged in a timeline, showing the gradual evolution of small leather shoes and white sneakers into Mary Janes with thick heels and red-soled stilettos. Next to the women's shoes, there are also corresponding men's shoes. White sneakers are paired with athletic styles, and stilettos are paired with thin-soled leather shoes.
The fifth page is a photo of Liang Youwei and Liang Ting'an from childhood to adulthood. The photos, the size of Polaroid paper, are made into a mechanism and folded together layer by layer. With a slight pull, time becomes concrete, from relatives to lovers, from siblings to husband and wife.
…
The longer Liang Youwei read a book, the more complacent she became.
But after her elation, she felt a little dissatisfied. Why was Liang Ting'an so silent? Why didn't he praise himself? Angered, she poked the "unromantic" man beside her with her beautiful nails.
Hate, hate, hate! Stop playing dead!
But Liang Youwei did not receive the apology or praise she had expected, but a passionate kiss from the other party.
Huh? What's going on?
Although she was confused, she subconsciously put her arm around his broad shoulders, closed her eyes, and hunched her shoulders slightly with nervous anticipation.
"Does your hand hurt?"
After the kiss, Liang Ting'an pushed Liang Youwei's long hair behind her ears and asked in a hoarse voice.
It was obvious that the woman hadn't recovered yet: "It's okay, it's just a little troublesome. You've been doing this to me for several months..."
Her concentration is limited, and she can only do one thing for a certain amount of time a day, no more.
Liang Ting'an stared at her without turning away: "Why did you suddenly think of doing this?"
Liang Youwei also looked at him, her lips curled up awkwardly: "I just saw a related video and didn't think about doing it. But I turned on the barrage, and I saw a boy said - if my girlfriend made a book like this for me, I would love her forever."
Her voice became even quieter, and her eyes became shy, not looking at him.
"So I thought, if I did it for my brother, he would love me forever, right? I want you to love me forever, preferably in the next life, and the next life after that."
“No need.”
Liang Ting'an said this in a hoarse voice, feeling puzzled.
Liang Youwei looked over again, bewildered: "Huh?"
What's not used?
Liang Ting'an held her in his arms, rested his chin on her soft neck, and whispered, "I have always planned to love you in this life, the next life, and the next life. No matter what you do, I will love you."
So, Liang Youwei, you don't need to do anything.
I was born to love you forever.
-Tingwei line ends-
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