Chapter 67: Liancheng, Aren’t You Shameless?
Liang Chaosu walked closer, “What are you doing?”
Lian Cheng held the charger in her hand, sitting by Aunt Wang’s bed. The nanny room window was small, casting a faint halo of light. Her eyelashes fluttered, casting shadows that were also faint.
“Aunt Wang’s phone is broken, I’m fixing it.”
“I remember, you didn’t study phone repair in university.”
Lian Cheng blinked, “Does this even need studying? I can figure it out by looking, can’t you?”
Liang Chaosu’s eyes were dark, unfathomably deep.
Lian Cheng’s eyelashes trembled slightly. The dark, thick little brushes were not like butterfly wings, nor did they possess alluring powder, but rather like a hedgehog curled up, its hard quills defending itself.
It made one feel both pain and itchiness.
It made one feel helpless and annoyed.
Lian Cheng nimbly fiddled with the charging port, and the screen instantly lit up, a vibrant green charging stream flowing into the battery frame.
She was surprised and excited, “Aunt Wang, hurry up and come here, I’ve fixed your phone.”
Aunt Wang hurried in, wiping her hands on her apron as she walked. She picked up the phone and was greatly surprised, “It really is fixed! Miss Lian Cheng is amazing, she can even fix phones.”
Lian Cheng nodded seriously, “It’s not that amazing, just a little bit more amazing than Aunt Wang praised.”
Liang Chaosu suddenly laughed. The little drama queen, by her own example, was teaching an old actor.
Yet, she acted it out with such skill, effort, and sincerity.
“Aunt Wang, go make dinner.”
“…Yes.” Aunt Wang responded hesitantly.
The nanny room was narrow. Liang Chaosu was tall and strong, and in the limited space, his oppressive aura amplified infinitely.
She dawdled, hesitating, staying for one second and leaving for a minute.
One minute later.
The door was still closed, and Lian Cheng stared blankly at the door panel.
Liang Chaosu, his face stern, blocked her line of sight.
Lian Cheng neither looked up nor down, but simply stared at the dark blue suit pants in front of her, the trouser legs crisp and straight, subtly revealing the contours of his long and strong legs.
She quickly calculated in her mind. Being caught red-handed with the phone, her explanation about fixing it wouldn’t convince anyone. Her tactics from this morning had already been seen through, and continuing to act now was pointless.
And outside, the black clinic might already have been exposed by Shen Lichuan’s people.
She was too passive staying in this house now. Slowly planning would be waiting to die, but acting rashly would only expose her intentions and enrage Liang Chaosu.
After much thought, she couldn’t come up with a good idea.
Lian Cheng felt completely exhausted, a weariness that stemmed from within. She simply didn’t want to think anymore.
Anyway, Aunt Wang had been dealt with.
Lian Cheng got up, walked past Liang Chaosu, and swayed back to the master bedroom, collapsing on the sofa to give up.
Liang Chaosu entered a step behind, “Who did you contact? Bai Ying or Shen Lichuan?”
Lian Cheng glanced at him.
For a moment, she just felt more tired, being entangled by a lunatic with a stupid question for four years.
When would these days end? How much longer would she have to endure?
Collaborating with Aunt Wang to act was tacit and interesting, but facing him alone, she couldn’t even be bothered to act a perfunctory response.
Liang Chaosu’s lips pressed into a thin line.
Lian Cheng understood that his temper had reached its limit.
Confession leads to leniency, resistance leads to severe punishment.
Although Liang Chaosu was not lenient even when confessing, resistance was definitely severely punished. She sighed, “Bai Ying.”
Liang Chaosu, his face cold, pulled her up, forcing her to be serious, “Why did you contact her?”
Lian Cheng drooped her eyelids, “To report that I’m safe, so she wouldn’t worry that you beat me up, killed me, and that I no longer existed in this world.”
“Do you think the police are raised by the government to eat for free?” Liang Chaosu laughed in anger, his voice tinged with displeasure, “Is that the image I have in your eyes?”
Lian Cheng looked up at him briefly, then lowered her gaze again, “Then what image do I have in your eyes? A scheming liar, an obsessively delusional bitch, a sycophant clinging to wealth?”
Liang Chaosu’s face turned pale, “What trick are you playing now?”
Lian Cheng felt like laughing now. These past four years, not only had she become adept at dealing with Liang Chaosu, but Liang Chaosu’s vigilance and defenses against her had also grown relentlessly, increasing day by day.
What had she done to deserve this?
Lian Cheng said, “If I play tricks, you can see through them at a glance. After so many times, I’m tired, I’ve lost interest, I’ve given up. Do whatever you want to me.”
Liang Chaosu watched her close her eyes, her entire being appearing resigned to her fate, as if offering her neck for slaughter.
He forcefully tore open his shirt. He was burning with intensity, and the indoor heating was oppressive. He felt fire both inside and out, making him want to lash out.
Lian Cheng, resigned and listless, still relied on her survival instincts. She sensed his gaze fixed on her face had become scorching and irritating, and she opened her eyes to stare at him, “Liang Chaosu—”
Her last shred of hope for the Liang family had completely turned into nothingness. She suddenly wanted to ask, to seek an answer.
In this world, nothing changes without reason, and no feelings suddenly cool.
It was clearly the day before that stormy night, when she returned home late from an outing, and Liang Chaosu was still waiting for her in the living room until late at night. A glass of her bedtime milk sat on the table, it had cooled, then reheated, then cooled again. Aunt Wang had even complained that she was making her brother worry.
Even further back, when Liang Wenfei had just returned, he would consider her feelings, take her to concerts, and bring her along to work at Liang’s, afraid she would be left alone.
On her birthday, when Liang Wenfei made her public debut in the banquet hall, he silently accompanied her, hiding in the backyard to watch the stars.
At that time, Mother Liang still treated her with deep affection, not forcing her to attend banquets, tolerating her minor conflicts with Liang Wenfei. When Father Liang returned from his business trip, he even brought her her favorite figurine doll.
Lian Cheng stayed then, truly believing that the Liang family could be a family of five.
That is why, after the sudden change that night, for a long time, Lian Cheng repeatedly fell into self-recrimination.
Had she not done well enough? Was she not patient enough with Liang Wenfei? Shen Lichuan was never hers to begin with, and everything was just returning to its rightful owner.
But no matter how she tried to correct herself, it was wrong. How could she still be at fault for being so humble?
In the first year of nights, after dealing with Liang Chaosu, she would lie on her side facing away from him, tears streaming down her nose, into the other eye, and then onto the pillow, dampening her hair. The coldness spread from her cheeks to her entire body.
In the morning, she would then offer her heart, liver, spleen, and lungs to Mother Liang, Father Liang, Liang Wenfei, Liang Chaosu, and the household servants.
At night, she would retrieve them, mend her wounds, and offer them again the next day.
Later, there were too many wounds, and she didn’t know what to use to fill them.
The remaining warmth in her blood was barely enough for her to survive and protect herself with difficulty.
“Blood relation—is it really that magical and important?”
The night wind blew in through the window, Lian Cheng’s voice was very soft, carrying a wavering, drifting sound, entering his ears, yet it suddenly stirred him, shattering, like the sky collapsing and the earth cracking.
Liang Chaosu’s face, filled with annoyance, was abruptly frozen into a thick shell of ice, solidifying his shocked and angry gloomy expression.
His temper completely erupted.
“Are you still dreaming during the day?” Liang Chaosu cupped her chin. “Four years of sleeping with you, haven’t you understood enough?”
Lian Cheng sensed his grip tightening, almost crushing her jawbone.
“This newfound eagerness for the past few days was actually for the Liang family,” Liang Chaosu sneered. “Lian Cheng, aren’t you pathetic? Is Mother’s attitude still not clear enough, or is Liang Wenfei not cruel enough? Is there anyone in the entire Liang family, from top to bottom, who welcomes you?”
Lian Cheng pried his hand away. “I just want to understand.”
“The facts experienced firsthand, you’ve gone through them yourself,” Liang Chaosu didn’t believe her. “And you still don’t understand, needing to ask?”
The emotions in Lian Cheng’s eyes instantly vanished completely.
The expression on her face, like shattered fragments of ice after freezing, sank into the darkness at this moment, just as night was falling.
“I will never ask again from now on.”
Liang Chaosu wouldn’t let her go. He grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes. “I thought you had come to your senses by not choosing to escape with Shen Lichuan to go abroad, but now it seems you were just putting on an act, waiting for Mother or Father to find you?”
“No.”
Lian Cheng’s posture was numb. The pain in her scalp couldn’t compare to the numb ache seeping from her bone marrow. The Liang family had raised her body and bones, and now all her cells were exploding, shattering, a complete mess.
