Chapter 105: Liang Chaosu Didn’t Intend To Let Her Return To Her Country
Lian Cheng lowered her head and numbly hung up the phone.
Iceland is different from Greenland; it is located on the edge of the Arctic Circle and has no polar night. Although the daylight hours are very short, I can still see sunlight.
When the sun rose, it was already noon.
Lian Cheng had rushed through the night, exhausted to the extreme. As she held on until sunrise, her eyes were like windows with frosted glass, uncontrollably wanting to close. In the hazy state, she was awakened by the brilliant golden light.
In that instant, the iceberg was enveloped in ten thousand feet of rosy clouds, and the colorful light shattered across the snowfield. On the other side, the long and dark coastline that had accompanied her all night wound into an extremely brilliant road.
Lian Cheng’s limbs suddenly gained strength amidst extreme heaviness.
People are always like this: they spend a lot of time in confusion and gain enlightenment in a few moments.
Desire always ends in weariness. Could Liang Chaosu’s “I will completely accompany you” really mean spending a lifetime with her?
Lian Cheng did not hold high expectations for human nature, nor for men, and even less for lunatics.
Moreover, if she could leave once, she could leave a second time.
The formidable passes are indeed like iron, but now we stride forward from the beginning.
Striding forward from the beginning, the green mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.
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After breakfast at the Liang family’s, Mother Liang invited a guest to arrange flowers in the small flower hall, while Father Liang also had a guest in the reception room downstairs.
Liang Chaosu came downstairs and happened to run into both groups of guests in the living room at the same time.
The female guest by Mother Liang’s side was a high school classmate who had appeared at his birthday banquet, Yan Qingdai.
The guest with Father Liang was more familiar, Gu Xingyuan’s uncle, Gu Zhoushan, followed by a woman in her early twenties.
Liang Chaosu’s gaze lingered on her shyly lowered eyelashes for two seconds before uninterestingly brushing past.
Among the billions of people in the world, how many are similar? They are fortunate enough to resemble her by three parts, five parts, or even seven or eight parts, or even ten parts, but beneath the skin, they are not her.
A painted skin and withered bones are repulsive at first sight.
Mother Liang saw through these premeditated setups for ambiguous relationships with perfect clarity.
As soon as Liang Chaosu’s gaze lingered, she noticed.
She also discreetly glanced at the person behind Gu Zhoushan.
She was not old, her temperament was gentle and quiet, her hair was jet black and reached her waist, she had a heart-shaped face, fair skin, and a sweet appearance.
Mother Liang paused and asked Father Liang with a smile, “Which young lady is this by Mr. Gu’s side? Why didn’t you let me know when you had a female guest?”
Father Liang and Mother Liang had been husband and wife for many years, their hearts connected for decades, and many meanings were conveyed with a single glance. “Zhoushan, would you introduce her?”
Gu Zhoushan smiled freely, “She is my wife’s distant niece, her surname is Lian, and her given name is Yingying. She is twenty-two years old and has been helping me out since graduating from S University with a degree in finance.”
Mother Liang showed no indication of her satisfaction. Yan Qingdai stood beside her, looking Lian Yingying up and down with her gaze before generously extending her hand.
“Hello, my father is Yan Chengde. You should have heard my name if you are in Nan Province.”
“Miss Qingdai.” Lian Yingying was also generous, with a different kind of gentle and graceful generosity. “I’ve watched your program; your broadcasting voice is very standard, and you stand out among so many hosts in Nan Province.”
Mother Liang smiled without speaking.
One was spirited and forthright, issuing a challenge; the other used gentleness to overcome strength, making a comment.
It was clear at a glance that the two were in competition, and they were quite smart.
Unfortunately, neither could hold back for long.
Fortunately, they were decent enough, barely qualifying as above average.
Mother Liang glanced at Liang Chaosu. He was standing not far away, wearing a white shirt and a black suit. He had thick eyebrows and deep-set eyes, exuding an aura of intelligence and valor. There was one in ten thousand among the daughters of wealthy families who could match him.
But men eventually needed to get married. If it was dragged out too long, all sorts of unsavory things could emerge and disrupt the public perception.
Mother Liang called him, “Qingdai and Miss Lian are about your age. Both are good girls. Sit down and chat.”
Liang Chaosu didn’t move. His face was indifferent and pale, with a hint of impatience. “Chat about what, mergers and acquisitions?”
Mother Liang was choked. The foolish words spoken on his birthday had scared away a large portion of the young ladies. The explanations they returned with were all similar.
His appearance was heroic and imposing, too stern and dominant, as if he disliked women and was too resistant to blind dates.
Rumors spread, and Mother Liang was furious. She couldn’t even eat dinner and, upon returning to her room, contacted other young ladies. Unexpectedly, she received a call from Yan Qingdai, who wanted to ask her for tips on flower arranging.
When Father Liang learned of this, he immediately called Gu Zhoushan and then, inexplicably, kissed her and praised her as a good helper and a god of wealth.
Mother Liang sensed he had some serious business to attend to and couldn’t help but glance at Father Liang.
“Chaosu,” Father Liang said, the smile lines on his lips faint. “Your Uncle Gu has a few words to say—”
“Father,” Liang Chaosu’s expression was identical to his father’s. “My attitude remains unchanged. I will definitely go out today. Regardless of whether it’s a temptress or a threat from the Gu family, I will not yield to either soft or hard tactics.”
Father Liang’s expression changed. “Have you thought it through?”
Liang Chaosu’s eyes were dark and deep, with a thick yet piercing gaze that was more complex than firmness and more invincible than complexity.
Their gazes met in mid-air, and in a flash of lightning, it was as if there was a thunderous roar.
Father Liang was filled with sudden anger, mixed with apprehension in his eyes. Ever since Lian Cheng left, they had been exchanging blows, their intentions obvious, yet they had never explicitly stated them.
This moment was like the final meeting between the warring parties before a decisive battle, whether they were willing to stop or willing to turn back.
Liang Chaosu gave his answer.
Father Liang suddenly spoke, “What if I force it?”
Liang Chaosu strode forward. “I will take the move.”
Mother Liang behind him suddenly changed color.
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Lian Cheng didn’t understand why these people were staying in Iceland instead of sending her directly back home, and instead rented a villa.
They were playing games with her: the beloved of a ruthless mercenary group, adored by ten foreign tough guys; a wealthy young lady and her mercenary servants; Her Majesty; refusing her what she wanted but not letting her leave.
It was utterly shameless.
Lian Cheng couldn’t stand the atmosphere and simply stayed in her room.
Her room was on the second floor, and the window faced a vast ice field. Tearing off a bedsheet and climbing over the wall would lead to a vast expanse of white with a single black spot, more eye-catching than a gold bar placed in the middle of a road.
She had thought about sneaking away under the cover of darkness and had even attempted it. The moment the bedsheet poked out of the window, a Slavic servant with a stiff smile hung upside down from the roof.
Lian Cheng: “…”
She naturally disliked smiling, so there was no need to force it, especially when her head was hanging down. She looked more like a bat than an owl.
She silently closed the window.
The halo cast by the floor lamp was dim yellow and hazy, a warm orange hue that wound around her fingertips. Lian Cheng pulled back, her five fingers grasped by shadows. Reaching forward, an intoxicating light was gently kissing her.
But it was too fake.
Not only the attitude of these mercenaries but also the calm demeanor of Liang Chaosu after that phone call, as if he had put her aside.
Unless Liang Chaosu had arranged it this way and had no intention of letting her return home.
Before, two groups had been chasing her. The latter group was now known to be Liang Chaosu’s people. The other group could only be Father Liang.
But there was a location tracker in the hairpin, indicating that Father Liang had always been aware of her whereabouts. So why didn’t he make a move before she went abroad, and chose to do so only when she was overseas?
Was it easier to act abroad, to take her life?
Immediately, Lian Cheng denied it again. Father Liang was unfathomably cunning. If he truly intended to take her life, wouldn’t it be easier to act at sea? If he had truly prepared to take her life, she would have fallen overboard that night.
