Chapter 135: Liang Chaosu: A Snowy Night Romance, You Are The Mortal World
Liang Chaosu’s facial features were sharply defined, three-dimensional and profound. Up close, he was more impactful than from afar. Especially when expressionless, only a pair of eyes like ice pressing on snow remained. When he stared at someone, his gaze was gloomy, striking the heart, with a tremor that reached the soul.
After facing this gaze for a long time, Liancheng developed resistance.
Even if Liang Chaosu were to flay her skin and break her bones, he would never have imagined she would seek life in the face of death. After all, for these four years, no matter the situation, she had resisted until the very last second, never mentioning the word “death.”
At most, he would have guessed that she had discovered an opportunity to leave and was preparing to depart.
But she didn’t leave on the boat, and he stayed in Húsavík to create opportunities. The moment she showed the slightest clue, he became angry and annoyed.
It was as if she was being told, “Hurry and leave,” but without being able to skip or run, just to leave quickly.
Liancheng crawled up, tiny snowflakes sticking to her pants. She turned to brush them off, but the man stopped her, holding her shoulders. He leaned down and meticulously brushed away the snow crystals. Some snow melted into water, splashing and soaking the cuffs of his sleeves.
In the wind and snow, the streetlight was hazy. Snowflakes adorned the beanie on his head and hers, creating an inexplicable atmosphere.
Liancheng dodged his grip and continued walking.
Liang Chaosu caught up in a few steps, embracing her tightly from behind. The sound of the wind, the snow, and the crunching footsteps created a noisy stillness on the long street that snowy night.
His voice, close to her ear, carried a calm penetrating power, “Have you thought about names for the child? A girl’s name, a boy’s name.”
Liancheng’s hands in her pockets clenched unconsciously, “Are you cold?”
Liang Chaosu gazed at her profile. Her skin was delicate and thin, her cheeks tinged a striking red by the wind and snow. “Not cold.”
Liancheng immediately tried to lighten the mood, “I’m not cold either, just shivering a bit.”
Liang Chaosu fell silent. The deep, surging emotions in his eyes appeared empty and desolate at this very moment, as if a part of him had collapsed. The tidal surge flowed back inward, back to his heart.
He knew that with the chance to escape imminent, and her having hope, she wouldn’t want to discuss any deep topics regarding the child with him.
The two of them, with shared blood and bone, had conceived a sacred and wonderful life. She had gone to great lengths to hide it, unwilling to let him know, determined to take the child and head towards a future far from him.
Decisively and heartlessly, she was severing his connection to the child, straightforwardly categorizing him as an enemy.
“If you pretend not to understand, I won’t repeat myself.”
Liancheng’s heartstrings were stretched taut.
These words sounded bitter, as if he were helpless against her, conceding, laced with endurance and compromise.
But Liancheng understood Liang Chaosu; this was a prelude, and also a warning.
She had witnessed it firsthand for four years: once Liang Chaosu set a goal, his steadfastness, resolve, utter lack of ambiguity, and relentless, obsessive ferocity were the very things prey feared most in a predator.
He also possessed possessiveness. Father Liang’s pushing him to a desperate situation this time meant the only way out was to let her take the child and leave his sight.
Given Liang Chaosu’s pride and character, this was absolutely unbearable. Thus, he was stifled and annoyed. The slightest hint from her would ignite his anger, yet he didn’t want to frighten her, making her suspicious and causing her to hesitate in her plan to leave.
Liancheng guessed his true intention was that regardless of whether she understood, he would not repeat himself, nor would he stop.
“I understand,” Liancheng said, looking up at him.
She had always been like this. After several attempts to escape, in Liang Chaosu’s eyes, she was undoubtedly a damned woman who became emboldened with any hope, bold in emergencies, and never followed anyone’s script.
Her current silence didn’t fit her usual persona.
“On a snowy night, on a deserted street, people are more or less influenced by their surroundings. Do you also find it romantic? Your thoughts naturally drift, and you think about the child.”
Liang Chaosu suddenly stopped. He brushed snowflakes from her cheek. The melted snow on her nose tip formed tiny water droplets that obscured the small mole. He wiped them away with his thumb, his touch incredibly gentle. After a long while, he precisely located the mole again and tenderly kissed it.
“It is indeed romantic.”
Liancheng shivered, both from the kiss and because he was unusually erratic tonight.
Liang Chaosu was sharp and oppressive. He was suited for relentless pursuit, for wind and frost, for swords and blades. He was not suited for a touch of tenderness and a hint of doting, making one fear that the remaining portion of him might be cunning and insidious, capable of devouring someone completely.
“The snowy night is romantic, and you are the mortal world.”
Liancheng’s face involuntarily twitched, and a sourness surged from her stomach to her throat.
The snow was a small romance; he was truly hellish.
One sentence shattered her defenses. While psychological resistance could be endured and acted out, physiological resistance was impossible to resist. After vomiting, Liancheng quickly wiped her mouth with a tissue, acting as if nothing had happened.
Liang Chaosu’s eyes were icy and profoundly deep, yet it seemed an invisible force was impacting his indifferent shell, cracking it open to reveal his suppressed gloom and surging emotions.
Liancheng felt that from the cracks in him, unseen threads would extend, binding her when the child was no longer enough of a tie, encircling her, piercing her skin, her flesh, connecting her in an unbreakable bond.
“I carved this jade buckle myself.” He clasped Liancheng’s right hand with his fingers and raised it. Her glove was tucked into her sleeve, making it too tight to see anything, yet its substantial presence seared her skin.
“Returning from my business trip to Dian Province, I didn’t come back without a gift for you.”
Liancheng’s muscles tensed. She felt that this situation was even more difficult to handle than being caught after escaping and facing him for the first time.
She surmised that this was Liang Chaosu’s follow-up “sweet date” after not explicitly revealing the “big stick” threat earlier.
A balance of pressure and reward, it was his method of managing subordinates and reclaiming people.
Blood ties were the hardest to sever, yet she had acted too coldly and heartlessly.
Women were emotional and sensitive beings. Love, family affection, and friendship all carried the character ’emotion’ and were lifelong lifelines. Liang Chaosu couldn’t grasp the latter two, so by holding onto the former, he could grasp her heart.
This would make her stay obediently by his side, satisfying his strong and wild possessiveness.
Liang Chaosu paused for a few breaths, waiting for her to ask if the injury on her hand was related to the jade buckle.
Liancheng, just like every time over the past four years, was like a snail sensing danger and retracting into its shell. She remained silent, suppressing her cleverness and presenting him with a stiff and numb facade.
Liang Chaosu’s gaze remained fixed on her face, like pouring dark, heavy seawater, overflowing from his inscrutable expression, washing away her thick resistance, forcing her to personally experience his emotions.
“I have longed for this child for a very long time.”
It was still for the child.
Liancheng relaxed imperceptibly. Ignorance could be remedied with learning, ugliness with plastic surgery, but a wicked heart was truly incurable.
Men were sometimes a laughable species. They seemed to never learn to respect the opposite sex as they respected themselves. In their hearts, only their own gender was human; women could only be relegated to accessories.
They were toys bullied in childhood, prey chased in adolescence. As they grew older, this chasing intensified, evolving into control and modification, using love, and further, marriage, to legally and reasonably acquire a slave.
