The Guide to Rising to Power: The Ultimate Schemes of a Green Tea Beauty

Liang Zhenghe spoke at length, revolving entirely around the central theme of "I am bestowing grace upon them."

Shen Yao pierced through the shiny outer shell with a single stab.

He is not a benefactor.

He was a scheming manipulator with malicious intent.

Liang Zhenghe frowned:

"Yaoyao, is this how you treat me?"

He looked at her, a hint of surprise in his eyes that he hadn't had time to conceal.

"Do you think that Liang Xiheng and Xue Huaiqing's disagreement with you signing the Hengxin share transfer agreement will stop me? Your uncle never intended to really harm you from the beginning."

The man wanted to take her hand:

"Otherwise, would your fate, the suffering you endured, be described so lightly?"

Shen Yao scoffed, avoiding contact, and unceremoniously accepted the words he offered:

"Did I touch a nerve, Leung Cheng-ho? You know you're changing the subject, don't you?"

She leaned forward slightly, her posture assertive:

"Your malice can only come from someone you care about. Who? Your brother, or my aunt?"

Liang Zhenghe was momentarily struck by her arrogant demeanor.

He looked at her quietly, his gaze lingering on her eyes and brows, carrying a warmth that Shen Yao couldn't quite describe.

That gaze wasn't the loving look of an elder towards a younger person, nor was it entirely the scrutiny between rivals; rather...

The way a man looks at a woman.

Shen Yao trembled all over.

She had never been bound by worldly conventions, and now she was even less inclined to feign the decorum of a junior, coldly stating:

"Your gaze is despicable, you know that?"

Liang Zhenghe did not get angry.

He just stared at her blankly, as if he had been hit in the face by that word. He stood there, his gaze passing through her and landing on a shadow from long ago.

Shen Yao was certain; it was definitely related to her aunt.

Although Leung Cheng-ho's reputation was greatly affected by Ho Sui-yin, and the word "beloved wife" almost became a joke, his deep affection did not seem to be entirely fake.

She suddenly remembered that Liang Xiheng had once mentioned unintentionally that Wei Zhenxing would beat and scold Liang Zhenghe, and he would laugh and beg for forgiveness.

He won't...

Did they mistake her for their deceased aunt?

Could it be that all this leniency, this strange patience, and this exceptional act of voluntarily showing up all stem from this reason?

"If you don't want to tell me, then I'm leaving."

Shen Yao stood up, the chair leg scraping against the ground with a screeching sound.

"You don't need to tell me you're not wrong anymore. Your son has said the same thing to me countless times."

She made a gesture as if to turn around.

Liang Zhenghe's voice came from behind her, neither loud nor soft, yet like a thread, gently tugging at her feet:

"Yaoyao, you and Zheng Ze are so ungrateful."

One tried every means to capture him for outsiders, and the other separated from him for outsiders, both ending up in the hands of these people.

There was a hint of disappointment in his tone.

Shen Yao stopped and turned to look at him, her tone cold: "You just need to tell me the truth."

That's one of the reasons she's sitting here today.

Lu Xiuting and the others had all said that Liang Zhenghe had extremely high psychological defenses and would not reveal any details no matter how they interrogated him.

Even his own brother couldn't get him to talk.

His initiative to ask to see Shen Yao was already the biggest breakthrough. She couldn't leave this table empty-handed.

A cryptic smile flickered in Liang Zhenghe's eyes as he made a perfectly ordinary request:

"Call me 'Uncle' again."

Shen Yao took a deep breath and sat back down. The chair returned to its original position cleanly and decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

Uncle.

Her voice was fluent and natural.

From getting up to sitting down, from walking to calling out to someone, it only took a few seconds; her mood changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

Looking at her adaptable and resilient demeanor, Liang Zhenghe couldn't help but chuckle.

He was lost in memories.

_

"Who is this?"

Wei Zhenxing leaned against the car door, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"I came here to play, and this is the kind of thing you gave me..." She wanted to choose a word that wouldn't be too hurtful.

"A poor kid?"

A once innocent face, now adorned with the spoiled arrogance cultivated by money and pampering, dripped down from the corners of her eyes and brows.

A person nearby stepped forward, smiling ingratiatingly to smooth things over:

"Miss, don't let his appearance fool you. Although his father is a shoemaker and his mother is a tofu seller from the countryside, he is exceptionally intelligent and will be your schoolmate next year."

"And his younger brother is also starting his own business, a small company called Hengxin."

The visitor put in a lot of effort to add to Liang Zhenghe's words, his tone full of eagerness to ask for an opportunity for him.

After all, this job was easy and lucrative, and many people were eager to get their hands on it, but this young lady was picky and dissatisfied with several replacements.

Liang Zhenghe stood to the side, remaining silent throughout.

The shirt was washed until it was almost white, and the cuffs were rolled up to the forearms, revealing a section of slender but strong wrists.

It wasn't until someone next to him elbowed him hard that he felt as if he had been pulled back from a great distance.

"Zheng He, the young lady is speaking to you!"

Liang Zhenghe snapped out of his daze and looked up.

Wei Zhenxing was already standing in front of him.

Standing two steps away, she glanced at him and asked, "Tell me, if something goes wrong, whose fault is it?"

Liang Zhenghe looked at her. Her face was clean and clear in the twilight, with a sharpness in her eyes that she hadn't yet learned to hide.

Without hesitation, his voice was gentle yet firm: "My lady, how could you be wrong?"

A hint of surprised satisfaction flashed across Wei Zhenxing's beautiful eyes. She looked him up and down again:

"Alright, you're the one."

_

A rare softness appeared in Liang Zhenghe's tone:

"I fell in love with her at first sight back then, but I was just an ordinary student, while she was the most famous pampered young lady in Yanjing."

"I could only watch her from afar at school. I watched her date, break up, and see her dazzling, arrogant self. I felt resentful, and I knew I wasn't good enough for her."

So he buried himself in his work and eventually won her over and married her, but he became even more worried.

"I didn't want her to go out, I didn't want her to leave my sight. When I went to work in hardship areas to earn merit, all I could think about was how she was doing."

But in the end, he couldn't hold onto that purity.

"Wanting power comes at a price."

"Yaoyao, you ask me, and I can't remember what lured me back then. Maybe it was the pursuit of other young men from prestigious families that made me uneasy, or maybe it was a problem with me."

There was a moment of dazedness in Liang Zhenghe's eyes.

"Under duress and inducement, I chose to use Hengxin as a transit point to help those powerful and wealthy people in Yanjing transport shady goods."

Liang Zhenghe was not lying; this information overlapped with the information she had obtained from Chi Sui's investigation of this man years ago.

Shen Yao asserted, "She will find out."

Liang Zhenghe remained silent.

_

"Are you a drug dealer?"

Wei Zhenxing stood up, supporting her belly.

She couldn't believe that her kind, hardworking, and easy-going husband, the young man who never dared to raise his voice in front of her, would dare to do such a heinous thing.

Liang Zhenghe stepped forward, his brows slightly furrowed, his gaze falling on her slightly protruding belly, and reached out to support her arm:

Take care of your health.

His tone carried a cautious unease.

Wei Zhenxing shook off his hand:

"Tell me, what exactly are you doing?"

Liang Zhenghe's hand, which had been flung away, remained suspended in mid-air for a moment before slowly retracting. He looked at her, his tone calm:

"I'm just a good businessman."