Chapter 313: Torn, Divided
Liang Chaosu took Lian Yingying away.
The servant who had been moving luggage on the side of the main building went upstairs again to pack Lian Yingying’s luggage.
By the time the loading was finished, Lian Cheng and her entourage at the doorway had already been invited into the main building by Huang Shengnan.
The butler stood in the driver’s seat and instructed the driver, “Mr. Liang has taken Lian Yingying, and people outside will definitely try every means to find out her whereabouts. Keep an eye on the car behind you on the road, and if you find anyone following, if you can’t shake them, come back first.”
The driver patted his chest, “Don’t worry, I’ve been working for the Huang family my whole life, I have experience.”
As the car drove off the bridge, the remaining servants returned to their posts one after another.
The middle-aged man walking at the back, with a shifty look, observed his surroundings. After deliberately waiting for two hours and confirming everything was calm, he took out his mobile phone.
He turned off the Wi-Fi, connected to the data network, and sent out a video.
Mo Shifu’s secretary waited and waited, and finally got a response. He rushed upstairs in quick strides, heading straight for Mo Shifu’s study.
The curtains in the room were drawn, and the air conditioning was quite strong. Only two floor lamps were lit.
Four or five people were gathered on the sofa, in a meeting. Their aging faces were half-lit and half-shadowed, looking very sinister, and the atmosphere was cold to the bone marrow.
“We have now confirmed that Lin Xianzi went to Europe to bribe the doctor, and Lian Cheng’s kidney transplant plan is void. This Liang Chaosu, is he truly capable of communicating with spirits? There’s nothing he can’t calculate, nothing he can’t defeat.”
“Since it has come to this, blaming heaven and earth is of no use. An hour ago, Liang Chaosu met with the head of the Huaxia Special Task Force. Regardless of the content of their meeting, judging by the movements in their mainland officialdom, Shicheng cannot be saved. What we should focus on now is how to protect Shifu and how everyone can escape.”
“The most important thing is Lian Yingying. He doesn’t trust the Singapore police and is wary of us, so he’s keeping her detained. I’m afraid he’s planning to hand her over to the Huaxia Special Task Force.”
“Do you think international laws are just for show? Taking someone from another country requires formal notification and consent.”
Mo Shifu remained silent, and with a glance at his secretary, he raised his hand to call him over.
The secretary scurried over with a bowed back, crouched behind the sofa, and handed him his mobile phone.
“Your checks, spread far and wide, have now garnered a response.”
Mo Shifu took it. The video was short, ending with the butler’s instructions to the driver.
“Liang Chaosu is interested in Lian Yingying?”
His tone was incredulous, and the secretary also pouted, “In the past, we were careless and fell for Liang Chaosu’s ruthless schemes one after another. This time, it’s another ‘boy who cried wolf’ scenario.”
“Not necessarily.” Mo Shifu replayed the video and sent it to the Mo family member on his left. “If it’s ‘the boy who cried wolf’, then it means they know the person who sent the video was bribed, and they have reached a point of intimacy with Lian Cheng, cooperating to put on a show. Do you think that’s possible?”
The video was passed around, and returned to Mo Shifu’s hands.
That family member, who was about the same age as Mo Shifu, spoke slowly, “Knowing they were bribed, there’s a forty percent chance. The latter part, implying closeness and a special relationship, also has merit, but the secretary’s consideration is also reasonable.”
Finally, he looked at the middle-aged man in the last seat, “You just said no one can defeat him. Your granddaughter is that person.”
The middle-aged man, president of the Far East External Business Department, said, “You’ve said everything. Is it true or not?”
The family member looked at Mo Shifu, who smiled faintly, with a hint of disdain and deep apprehension. “I received a reply from Liang Zhengping yesterday. Liang Chaosu’s former subordinates are actively helping the Lin family to find a kidney source in Huaxia. This time, he is probably not lying to us, but to Lin Xianzi and Lian Cheng.”
“So the key to holding him is still with your granddaughter?”
Mo Shifu leaned back, his face completely hidden in the gloom. The room became inexplicably silent. The group of people clasped their hands, waiting for him to ponder.
“Judging by their numerous actions, the doctor’s bribery doesn’t seem like they guessed our purpose, but rather like they believe I am obstructing and delaying the progress of the matching.”
“You mean, we still have an opportunity in Europe?”
Mo Shifu slowly hummed. After another half a minute, he sat up straight and made a decision. “Shicheng has no chance of winning anymore. The troubles in Huaxia will be borne by Liang Zhengping and him together.”
“Jin Tonghai was our doing, and Gu Zhoushan was not heavily involved, so the international police are just persistent and haven’t directly arrested him. If Lian Cheng’s kidney transplant plan is successful, Lin Xianzi and us will be equally suspected. This plan cannot be stopped.”
“Shicheng is easy to handle. Yao Nianci is in Singapore. Liang Zhengping isn’t foolish. As long as it’s not a death penalty or life imprisonment, it can be negotiated. But Lian Yingying and Gu Zhoushan know too much. If you want to escape, they must be silenced.” The family member asked, “With the kidney transplant plan, if Liang Chaosu takes the blame, his risk will be infinitely high. If the doctor continues his actions, he will see through it sooner or later.”
Mo Shifu’s expression was ruthless. “Do you think he still has time? The special task force met him to give him two choices, considering his past: surrender before the Liang family collapses, or become a fugitive. Right now, he’s entangled with a thousand threads of thought, lacking both energy and time. Furthermore, the date for Lian Cheng’s kidney transplant is set for his return to the country. How could he discover it?”
The secretary stood up straight, “I’ve arranged for people, Lian Yingying—”
The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. The butler rushed in in a panic, “Mr. Mo, Liang Chaosu had a car accident in Central. Everyone outside is spreading rumors that you want to silence Lian Yingying. The Huaxia Special Task Force used this to inform our government that Singapore is unable to guarantee the safety of important witnesses and has directly taken Lian Yingying onto a plane.”
It was like a nuclear bomb exploding overhead, shocking everyone present into a state of panic.
Mo Shifu leaped up from the sofa and grabbed the secretary by the collar, “Did you already take action?”
The secretary was terrified. “No, I was just asking for your arrangements. Without your authorization, how would I dare to act rashly?”
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As dusk approached, Huang Shengnan rushed out on an errand. When she returned, Lian Cheng was standing on the second-floor balcony, admiring the red rose maze.
Seeing her car screech to a halt at the doorway, and her getting out with bloodstains on the front of her clothes and pants, she was startled and ran downstairs.
Huang Shengnan had already entered the hall. The butler and a group of servants were gathered around the sofa, not even having time to attend to Huang Shengnan.
Lian Cheng’s heart jolted, a strong sense of unease overwhelming her, causing her limbs to go weak.
Several doctors rushed in from outside the main gate, carrying first-aid kits and portable instruments with bright red crosses. The butler shouted at the surrounding crowd to make way.
Through a half-meter gap, Liang Chaosu lay weakly on the sofa, his eyes tightly closed.
His pale cheeks were stained with blood, and his skin and flesh were peeling on his forehead and temples. Blood also flowed down his nose, the corners of his eyes, soaking his left shoulder and pooling on the sofa, a shocking crimson.
“Miss Mo?”
Huang Shengnan saw her.
A suffocating emptiness surged in Lian Cheng’s chest, her voice trembling uncontrollably. “He—”
“Car accident,” Huang Shengnan said concisely, telling the doctors to attend to him. “It’s not safe outside. If you really mind—”
“Manager Huang,” a doctor called out urgently, “Did the patient have heart surgery before? Was it a bypass, or…”
“Not a bypass,” Lian Cheng blurted out abruptly.
Her consciousness felt like it was being torn apart, her body rooted to the spot, her gaze sinking and pressing in. “It was a stab wound… to the pericardium.”
Several doctors whispered to each other, then asked, “And the medication?”
Lian Cheng couldn’t answer.
Xiao Da was handling the follow-up, and Huang Shengnan was directing the butler to make phone calls.
Lian Cheng’s face was ghastly white, as if she had endured extreme suffering and had been tossed and turned in a vortex for a long time before managing to utter a few words, “Is the injury very serious?”
