Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 729: V599: Love is being together in life and death, love is when Second Master enters the scene. [1]

Chapter 729: V599: Love is being together in life and death, love is when Second Master enters the scene. [1]

His face was cold, carrying a hint of subtle loneliness.

This made Housekeeper Song, who had been watching for four years and finally saw him return home, feel both gratified and distressed.

"Second Young Master, what’s wrong, not planning to go?"

Liang Yichao had wanted to visit Miss Shen Funni a while ago, which Housekeeper Song also knew.

But who would’ve thought that in a blink, Miss Shen would be with Mr. He...

Forgive Housekeeper Song for not knowing much about Liang Yichao’s inner thoughts; he simply felt heartache seeing such an outcome.

Liang Yichao just raised his eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "Uncle Song, you don’t need to feel bad for me. The feelings between Shen Funni and me aren’t like that."

"Aren’t they?" Housekeeper Song was surprised.

Liang Yichao shook his head, "No, but... as for their wedding invitation, help me decline it. I’ll pick a gift, and you can send it for me when the time comes."

This...

It wasn’t that kind of feeling, yet he wouldn’t attend Miss Shen’s wedding. What kind of reason was this?

Forgive Housekeeper Song’s confused gaze.

Liang Yichao didn’t speak, only pursed his lips, got up, and walked into his former bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, without exception, everything was in dark tones. His favorite black Japanese military knife hung on the wall. The rest included a piano, billiard table, guitar, and such.

Liang Yichao wasn’t good at academics, but he excelled in music and sports.

In the vast bedroom, once upon a time, he believed he loved black, and Yu Wei loved black too. They were a perfect match. Once, he even secretly brought Yu Wei back to the Liang Family, and on this bed, he had her.

At that time, he had only one thought in mind: even if he died, he wanted to sleep with this woman until old age.

Now...

A self-deprecating laugh.

He looked down at the wedding invitation of Yu Wei from four years ago, framed and mounted on the wall in the middle of the bedroom.

He walked to the black pearwood wine cabinet, opened it, took out a bottle of aged foreign wine, and without even using a glass, drank directly from the bottle.

The spicy alcohol, mixed with the aged aroma, made his throat burn and his thoughts sink in an instant.

But even so, it couldn’t alleviate the slightest bit of his current inner pain.

Four years... It had been four whole years since Yu Wei got married, and he’d left Rong City.

In these four years, he didn’t want to return at all. Even sleeping with European beauties didn’t make his heart pause or wander for a moment.

And at this moment, standing again in this memory-filled city, in this bedroom, he found the scene of Weiwei throwing away his engagement ring and choosing to marry Pei Yongyou still stung him raw.

Self-deprecation, hesitation, despair, emptiness.

In the black-toned bedroom, Liang Yichao drank mouthfuls of alcohol.

He just stared motionlessly at the bright red invitation on the wall, mocking himself to the point of tearing apart.

After a while, he was drunk, his eyes blurred, and his mind was filled with Weiwei’s image.

After another pause, he was drunk, his thoughts trembling, and Weiwei’s voice filled his world.

Finally, when the bottle was emptied in a tilted state and tossed onto the table.

He staggered with unsteady steps to the door.

Opening the black peachwood door, he addressed the household servants outside, saying, "Go, get me a woman."

In an instant, such words shocked the servants, who almost collectively called out, "Second Master..."

These people, although called servants of the family, were actually some of Mr. Liang’s former underworld associates and still addressed Liang Yichao as Second Master.

Liang Yichao suddenly lost his temper, "What do you mean! None of you look up to me, is it? Can’t even get a woman, let alone marry one! Ah!!!"

Maybe his voice was too sharp, scaring this group of followers in the house.

Immediately, everyone respectfully saluted Liang Yichao, "Second Master, please don’t get angry. We’ll get one for you right away."

...

Finally, about 40 minutes later, in the Liang family’s villa complex, a woman in a slim figure wearing a black dress arrived.

Liang Yichao’s taste over the years was so singular it seemed incredible, and the followers were embarrassed, fearing they might anger him while knowing what he understood.

In such a drunken state, Liang Yichao deemed her acceptable.

He smirked, tilted his lips slightly, and before the woman could sweetly introduce herself, he pushed her onto the bed, silenced her lips, and roughly pulled down her black dress from her shoulders.

Soon, the clothes all fell to the floor, including his white shirt and black trousers.

As he entered, the woman beneath him heard him mutter from deep in his throat, laced with heavy alcohol, "Weiwei..."

And there was a drop of something warm that burned her cheek.

...

A night of madness.

When she woke up the next day, the woman looked at the man asleep beside her.

He had short, neat hair, which looked very capable. Under his full forehead was a flawless handsome face, especially that slender chin, high nose bridge, and thick, long eyelashes.

Liang Yichao was very handsome, yet his kind of handsomeness was different from most men; he had an unruly air, like a rogue, yet like a prince.

Still like those ancient princes who did nothing but relied on their good looks to make countless women fall for them.

Not to mention that lean muscle, lying there asleep, from arms to back perfected to a tempting texture...

The woman was very intrigued, so she couldn’t resist reaching out to touch.

But at that moment, Liang Yichao opened his eyes.

His deep black eyes, though cold in the dawn, chilled the woman to her core.

"What are you doing?" Liang Yichao asked.

The woman was taken aback and said, "I... just wanted to touch you."

"Get out."

A chilly single word left the woman stunned for a while.

Until Liang Yichao completely lost his temper and shouted explosively, "GET OUT!!!"

The woman finally sensed the power of Rong City’s Second Master Liang, quickly got out of bed, dressed, and left in a hurry.

The woman forgot to put on her under.garment as she left.

Liang Yichao saw it, picked it up with two fingers, looked at it, frowned in disgust, and threw it in the trash.

Once up, the whole day started quietly with a meal alone.

Liang Yichao was used to eating like this.

Both parents were busy with business, especially in December, close to the end of the year, needing to visit Uncle Qi and some graves in ceremonial garments.

His older brother and sister-in-law, having their own two children, didn’t live in the ancestral home.

He picked up the bowl of porridge, stirred it with chopsticks, looking at the empty dining table with little appetite.

He put down the bowl of porridge, pulled out a cigarette box and lighter, lit one, and lightly smoked at his lips.

Until after a while, a phone call came in.

Answering, it was a sugary-sweet voice quivering, "Chao..."