E/N: Hey!!! I wanted to read this novel so bad, I searched but alas, I can't find the translation anywhere, so I thought, I can't be the only one wanting to read it. So I picked it up. It's my next Editorial project. You may be wondering why my editor's Note comes first this time. Well, it's because I wanted to say that the updates will be sporadically slow because of school, tests, assignments and chess competitions I have to train for, plus this novel I've decided to edit. So as you can see, I'll be abit slow so bear with me. But don't worry, I love reading so I won't be that long. Anyway, enjoy!!!!.
After getting off the plane, Liang Qihe received a WeChat message from Yang Zhiheng, asking him to have dinner at his old place on Mingda Road tonight.
Liang Qihe turned off the screen and found the nearest smoking area to sit down.
He had been on a plane for more than ten hours. Before boarding the plane, he didn't get enough rest because he stayed up late and changed his plan. He was really tired and sleepy. Just as he was about to take out a cigarette, his phone rang again.
What was displayed on the screen was the housekeeper, Uncle Li. He picked up the phone and heard Uncle Li respectfully say: "Second Young Master, are you out?"
Liang Qihe raised his head and glanced at the sign not far away, lit the cigarette and said, " I'll be home right away."
After hanging up the phone, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest. After finishing the cigarette, he took out the perfume from his bag and sprayed it on himself twice. After making sure that he could no longer smell the smoke, he walked out of the exit.
Uncle Li was still dressed in a regular Chinese tunic suit. After taking the luggage, he took him to the car parked opposite.
Liang Qihe was sitting in the back seat and started yawning as soon as he got in the car. Uncle Li thoughtfully handed him a soft pillow and closed the curtain between the front and rear seats to make it easier for him to rest.
Liang Qihe took out his headphones and put them on, listened to a soothing English song, adjusted his posture and closed his eyes.
Uncle Li always drove very steadily. He was about to fall asleep, but he was woken up by the sudden braking.
He touched his right shoulder, which was sore from the seat belt, and saw the automatic curtain opened. Uncle Li asked him nervously: "Second Young Master, are you okay?"
Liang Qihe frowned and looked out the window: "It's okay, what happened?"
There were cars parked outside the windows on both sides. He took off his headphones and heard the intermittent sound of horns. Uncle Li said there was a car accident ahead, so he might have to wait.
Liang Qihe leaned back in his chair and continued to rest. Ten minutes later, the car slowly started moving. He looked out the window again, and soon saw several people standing together talking around the person in the middle.
He leaned over to that side and found a young woman lying on the ground. There were no wounds on her body, but she was motionless, with foam at the corners of her mouth. Next to the woman were two young men kneeling. One was performing chest compressions on the woman, and the other was watching the time.
The man looking at the time was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, his head was lowered, and his eyes were blocked by his slightly longer bangs. His right wrist seemed to be injured, with a white bandage wrapped around it.
Liang Qihe didn't pay attention at first, but the man in the white shirt suddenly leaned over to give the woman artificial respiration.
Because of this action, Liang Qihe saw the man's profile.
He has quite a handsome appearance, and wears thin-rimmed glasses. He can perform artificial respiration on the mouth of foam, so he is probably a doctor. But before he could think about it, the horn of an ambulance came from behind.
The road had been blocked for a while, and the ambulance could not reach the injured. Several medical staff ran over with first aid kits and stretchers. Two of the doctors in white coats said something to the two young men who were doing first aid. The two young men quickly got out of the way, and the doctors came to examine the injured.
Liang Qihe's eyes followed the white shirt, and he saw him walking to a private car, opening the door and taking out mineral water, as if to rinse his mouth, but because his right hand was injured and could not use it, he was standing there in embarrassment.
Liang Qihe originally wanted to get out of the car and help the leader, but Uncle Li stepped on the accelerator at this time, and the road ahead was finally clear.
This was just a small incident, and he didn't take it to heart. He fell asleep intermittently on the road, and didn't realize it until the car stopped in front of his home.
He wondered: "Why did you come home? Not going directly to the hospital?"
Uncle Li carried his luggage and opened the door on the first floor: " madam doesn't like the environment in the hospital. She went home to recuperate the day before yesterday." As he spoke, he handed the luggage to the servant, took the slippers and put them on for him, and then said: "Come up quickly, madam is waiting for you in the room."
Liang Qihe put down his bag and went up the stairs to the second floor. When he saw the door of the master room open, he went in. His mother had obviously dressed up and was leaning on the sofa watching TV.
As soon as he saw him, Zhao Man stood up happily: "Oh! My son, you are back! I missed you so much!"
Before Liang Qihe could answer, he watched Zhao Man stretch out her arms. The hands didn't look injured at all. She just hugged him into her arms and patted him several times with joy.
Liang Qihe waited until she had hugged him enough before taking a step back, holding her hand that should have been injured and saying, "Mom, didn't you have a broken bone? How come there's nothing wrong at all?"
That day, he received a call from home. His brother Liang Qisheng told him that their mother had been in a car accident and her arm was broken, and he had asked him to come back to visit her immediately. He turned down the job he had just accepted, adjusted the existing plan and submitted it overnight, and then took the fastest flight back.
"You brat!" Zhao Man patted Liang Qihe on the shoulder and complained, "How dare you ask! If nothing happens to mom, you can't come back?"
Looking at her expression, Liang Qihe knew what she was thinking, and immediately sat on the sofa helplessly: "If you want me to come back, just tell the truth. Do you know that in order to rush back to see you, I turned down a promotion? What an opportunity!”
Zhao Man also sat next to him, and his voice was louder than his: "You want to be promoted back to the company at home, will your father and your brother have any objections to how you want to be promoted? Why do you have to go out to endure hardships? All year round, you feel no need to go home. I'm willing to reply! Tell me, you have been married to Zhiyu for so long, have you ever called him? Have you met him!"
Zhao Man mentioned Lin Zhiyu in less than three sentences, which Liang Qihe had not expected.
Back then, his family insisted on arranging a marriage between him and the Lin family. Originally, he refused to agree, but his father used a high-pressure policy. It is said that he has been free and undisciplined since he was a child. His family is in the medical equipment business, but he went to Italy to study philosophy and architecture. That was all. At that time, the family business was facing a financial crisis, and creditors were coming to collect debts. If the Lin family hadn't been willing to help, they might have filed for bankruptcy.
At that time, he had not graduated yet, and his family provided for the high tuition and living expenses in Italy. He is used to living a life of freedom and carefree life, and he is not the kind of person who would insist on pointless resistance just to save face. Besides, he also knows that if he is not really desperate, his father, who is so strong, will not say this difficult thing to him.
In the end, Liang Qihe could only agree, but even if he agreed, he still wasn't happy. Especially when he learned that the person he was getting married to was temporarily changed to another person, who was still the most disliked son of the Lin family, he never refused to go home again.
Seeing that her son did not answer her words, Zhao Man's face lost the joy she had when they first met. She held Liang Qihe's hand and persuaded: "Xiaohe, listen to mom. Mom knows that you don't like this arrangement arranged by your father. To be honest, i didn’t like this marriage at first, especially the Lin family’s practice of substituting people at the wedding. Even if it was covered up at the time, many people still found out afterwards and laughed at our family behind our backs.”
"But what can we do? Zhiyu has already entered the house, and Mom has been with him for a year. This kid is really good. He is polite and doesn't have the bad habits of young people. He is very filial to me and your dad. He still comes to our house to cook every weekend, and even your father has changed his opinion of him, so why are you still so stubborn?"
Zhao Man spoke earnestly, but Liang Qihe became more and more annoyed as he listened. He couldn't help but pull back his hand: "Mom, it's not a feudal society anymore. Do you think two people who have never known each other can be happy in marriage? You asked me to accept him, I have changed my view on him, but as you said, I have never even met him, how can I change my view on him?"
"You can see him tonight." Zhao Man said hurriedly: "Zhiyu promised to come over for dinner tonight, and he will be here later."
Liang Qihe didn't want to see Lin Zhiyu. He stood up and said, "I have an appointment with friends for dinner tonight, and I will take a shower and leave."
"Hey, you kid!" Zhao Man chased him and stood up: "Mom has told you so, why can't you listen to a word? Do you really want to wait until your dad comes back to catch you and scold you before you are happy?"
Without looking back, Liang Qihe climbed to the third floor in three steps and opened the door to the innermost room that he had not entered for more than a year.
But this time he was stunned as soon as he entered.
The room still maintains his preferences and furnishings, but some details have changed.
For example, the sheets changed from the usual blue to black and white stripes. Another example was that there were two pairs of identical slippers on the floor in front of the bathroom, and there were toiletries that did not belong to him in the bathroom next to him. He opened all the closets and looked at them, and found that the closet next to the door was all hung with white shirts and black trousers, and even the underwear in the drawer were of the same style.
He never wore such rigid colors. He took out a shirt and looked at it. The size was one size smaller than his, and he knew who it belonged to.
Seeing that the room where he had lived since childhood suddenly showed signs of intrusion by outsiders, Liang Qihe became furious and went downstairs to ask Uncle Li to come up.
Facing his question, Uncle Li had no choice but to answer truthfully: "This is what madam wants. Master Zhiyu only lives here on weekends."
Liang Qihe said angrily: "Isn't there an empty guest room at home? Why can't he stay in the guest room?"
Uncle Li smiled apologetically: "Second Master, this is what madam has arranged. Besides, Master Zhiyu and you are both married, so it is reasonable for him to live in your room."
"What does it mean to be reasonable? His clothes are in the closet, so where do I put the ones I brought back? Are they going to be thrown around?"
Liang Qihe didn't have a messy personality, but he was extremely dissatisfied with the fact that the most private room had to be occupied by his marriage partner. If he had known this, he might as well have stayed in a hotel!
Uncle Li knew very well that Liang Qihe was a spoiled young master, so he did not confront him directly, he simply pushed the problem to Zhao Man: "Okay, second young master, please wait a moment, I will ask madam if she wants to take Zhi Yu out of your room. The young master’s things will be moved to the guest room.”
Liang Qihe felt dizzy when he thought of what Zhao Man had just said to him. His ears were finally clear. If Uncle Li went to call his mother up now, wouldn't he be forced to listen to a lecture again?
Thinking of this, he could only say that he would solve the matter by himself, and let Uncle Li go out with a sullen face.
After closing the door, looking at the two open cupboard doors and the rows of white shirts and black trousers hanging inside like copy-pastes, Liang Qihe decided to stay in a hotel tonight.
He took a set of clean clothes from the suitcase, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then took the car keys and went out after arranging them in the mirror.
Everyone in the Liang family has a car. Liang Qihe's previous off-road vehicle was sold after he went abroad because it was driven less. This time when he came back, his brother bought him an SUV. Although the performance was good, it was far less exciting to drive than an off-road vehicle.
But he didn't care about that much at the moment. He stepped on the accelerator and went to where Yang Zhiheng said.
It was almost 4:30 when he went out, and the road was already congested. By the time he arrived at the Western restaurant on Mingda Road, it was already 5:30. The phone rang several times on the way, it was his mother and his brother calling. Liang Qihe didn't answer, thinking that the purpose of their call was to let him go home for dinner at night.
After parking the car, Liang Qihe called Yang Zhiheng and asked him what the box number was. Yang Zhiheng was still on the way, and after giving him the box number, he asked how his mother was doing. Liang Qihe didn't want to say more on the phone, so he just said we'd talk later. When Yang Zhiheng arrived, he had already started drinking, and there was a bottle of red wine on the table. More than half had been drunk.
Yang Zhiheng is Liang Qihe's good brother. Because their family backgrounds are similar, the two have been together since elementary school. Later, they went to different universities and saw each other less often.
Yang Zhiheng was aware of Liang Qihe's marriage, but he had been staying in Brazil for the past two years and had never met Lin Zhiyu.
Hearing Liang Qihe say that his mother pretended to be in a car accident in order to trick him into coming back, Yang Zhiheng clinked glasses with him with a smile: "You can't blame Aunt Man. You have refused to go home for a year since you got married. If this matter is let go, there would have been turmoil in my family for a long time. You are lucky to have an elder brother to take care of your family and company affairs, so your parents can indulge you like this. "
Liang Qihe took a sip of the red wine and placed the wine glass heavily on the table: "How about I save my life like this? Then why didn't you say Wen Yang?" He paused at this point: "Where's Wen Yang? Didn't he come too?"
Yang Zhiheng said: "His girlfriend is having trouble with him again and is trying to appease her."
Liang Qihe said disgustedly: "That internet celebrity has a face every day, so he is the only one who likes her."
Yang Zhiheng poured another drink for Liang Qihe and said with a smile: "We won't be able to do this for long, Wen Yang already wants to break up with her."
Liang Qihe sandwiched the salted fish skin in the cold dish and asked curiously after hearing this: "Why did he suddenly think about it? Wasn't he so in love before?"
Yang Zhiheng took out his mobile phone, clicked on the WeChat chat history, found a photo and handed it to Liang Qihe: "Do you see it? This is the person Wen Yang has moved on to. I think he's an internet celebrity?"
Liang Qihe took the phone and looked at it. The photo was not taken from the front, but from the side of a person.
The man was wearing a royal blue short cheongsam embroidered with dark flowers. He had a good figure and a pair of long and straight legs wearing white stockings, but his chest was flat, which immediately revealed his gender.
Liang Qihe looked at the man's face again.
Because of the makeup, his face was indistinguishable from male to female. It was beautiful but not vulgar. She wore a short shoulder-length hair that was curled inward, and a retro headband of the same color as the cheongsam.
The man was slightly bent over, with several elegant cans of tea in front of him. The background looked like a Chinese tea house.
Liang Qihe returned the phone to Yang Zhiheng: "is he a tea seller? Why is he dressed like this? Is he a serious person?"
Yang Zhiheng said: "I don't know, I just know that he only showed up recently. Wen Yang knows his boss and saw photos through his friend circle. He has been there several times, but he has never seen him in person."
"What do you mean he didn't see him?"
"It's a part-time job, and the hours are irregular."
"Isn't it just for selling?" Liang Qihe put another mouthful of food into his mouth. What he couldn't stand the most was this kind of man pretending to be a woman. After swallowing what was in his mouth, he warned Yang Zhiheng: "Tell Wen Yang not to be deceived by that face. How can a normal man dress like this? At first glance, he is selling sheep over dogs."