Chapter 106: Does He Even Know She’s Pregnant?
Liancheng suddenly thought of Liu Lan.
Liang Chaosu discovered her disappearance, and finding surveillance near the bus station was effortless; Liu Lan’s appearance couldn’t escape him.
Did he threaten Liu Lan again, and in her fright, Liu Lan sought out Father Liang?
When Liancheng delayed Liu Lan, she had already considered this. The evidence Liu Lan held was no longer important with Father Liang investigating the four years in the North.
Since she had the good sense to leave, Father Liang wouldn’t go out of his way to arrest her just because he had solid evidence.
The only thing that could prompt Father Liang to act was the rumor that Liu Lan had an accidental prenatal check-up at a black clinic.
After Liancheng figured it out, her limbs turned ice-cold.
No wonder.
No wonder Liang Chaosu wouldn’t let her return to her country; with descendants in the picture, the Liang family was bound to be in turmoil.
Then… what about Liang Chaosu?
What was he thinking? Would he suspect she was pregnant again?
Liancheng felt her lower abdomen twitch again. The pain was sharp but not debilitating, like a needle’s prick. She silently placed a hand on her belly.
It was eleven weeks.
Footsteps sounded in the corridor, stopping steadily at the door, followed by a soft knock, two rings.
Liancheng thought it was the translator and opened the door without caution.
Standing a step away from the doorway, the man was backlit by the corridor lights. His down jacket carried a heavy chill, casting stark white light and shadow, his contour stern to the extreme. Only a hint of warmth touched the corner of his mouth, curving upward in a smile that was hard to decipher, but certainly not one of pleasure.
Liancheng instinctively slammed the door shut.
With a bang, the door panel vibrated.
Behind the door, Liancheng shivered all over, trembling.
At this moment, the knocking resumed, still soft, two rings, penetrating the door panel, one after another, stirring up a huge shockwave and turbulence indoors.
Like a tsunami surging violently, engulfing the heavens and earth, yet she was from head to toe shackled, sinking heavily to the ground, trapped and unable to escape.
“Knock knock,” still two knocks.
Soft, slow, composed, undeniable.
Liancheng’s heart ached. How could Liang Chaosu be here?
If Father Liang suspected she was pregnant, he would have certainly stopped Liang Chaosu before the people he sent could apprehend her.
Was there something she hadn’t considered?
“Liancheng,” Liang Chaosu’s voice was deep, each word clear and resonant.
In a foreign land, there should have been a sense of closeness.
Liancheng’s heart was clutched, her ears ringing for a moment. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to turn the doorknob.
Liang Chaosu still stood there.
The room was warm, and he had taken off his black down jacket, resting it on his arm. He wore a half-necked, light gray sweater, the knit soft and fine-textured.
Under the corridor light, it was infinitely soft, blurring the firm, muscular contour of his chest, and also blurring the rise and fall of his breathing.
It created an illusion of calm serenity.
Liancheng’s gaze moved upward, past the stubble growing on his jaw, directly into his eyes, dark and deep, silently watching her.
“Come here,” he opened his arms, revealing his entire embrace.
Liancheng clenched her fists, motionless.
Liang Chaosu did not rush her, standing there. The bright lights illuminated his features; the shadows cast by his brow bone and nose occupied a third of his face, making him appear even more profound and unfathomable.
“You traveled thousands of miles, weathered storms, and you can’t take this one step?”
Liancheng lowered her eyelids, not moving forward, but stepping back instead. “You smell of smoke.”
Liang Chaosu paused. He emerged from the corridor light unexpectedly, his broad chest brushing her nose tip. Step by step, he forced her into the hazy, ambiguous light of the floor lamp.
Before Liancheng’s eyes was a blazing wall of bronze and iron. Her breath carried no smoke, no alcohol, only the bitter crispness of cedarwood, the deep steadiness of ebony, mixed with the cold of unmelting ice from Iceland.
Stern and rich.
Liancheng held her breath. Her calf bumped against the single sofa. She had moved very little, easily regaining her balance. The man was still closing in.
Liancheng, unable to bear it, raised her hand to push him. “Kill me or flay me, just give me a swift end.”
“Is there still smoke?”
Liancheng was both afraid and irritated, gritting her teeth. “No, you smell wonderful. You smell better than a Dutch piglet.”
Liang Chaosu was not angry. His demeanor since appearing had been calmer than in all their previous interactions combined.
It was as if his anger level was calculated by distance; the closer she ran, the fiercer his rage, the farther away, the more he cooled down.
Liancheng’s mind raced with inappropriate thoughts, but she quickly stopped them.
Although Liang Chaosu had always been volatile, he possessed wisdom and strategy. His thoughts were like an abyss, unfathomable.
Anger was anger, but perhaps not being angry was even more infuriating.
Liancheng glanced at his expression.
Liang Chaosu was also looking at her.
The room was warm and the air was dry, with doors and windows closed. The light on her face formed a halo, but her complexion was poor, pale and sallow. Her chin was sharp, her eyes like dried-up puddles, clouded with defensiveness.
“Where is my gift?”
Liancheng acutely caught a trace of anger deep in his eyes, a fleeting glimpse he couldn’t suppress.
She remained silent.
Liang Chaosu knew why she was silent; she was clever and quick-witted. Dealing with him, probing, cautiously exploring.
If he showed no danger, she advanced. If he showed a hint of it, she waited.
If his rage erupted, and she judged she couldn’t handle it, she would become even more agitated than him, overturning tables with decisive neatness.
Liancheng clenched her fists, feeling as if she were dancing on her own grave. Whether she would lie in it tonight was unpredictable, even for immortals.
“I want to give you an upgrade. Father sponsored me two million, and I’ll buy you a big ring, how about that?”
Liang Chaosu’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his gaze fixed on her face for a long time, as if trying to bore a hole through it to understand her completely.
Liancheng’s palms grew sweatier. “Diamonds don’t suit your demeanor. I’ll buy you a jade one.”
Liang Chaosu’s eyes suddenly collapsed inward, ripples filling every corner and crevice. “Why did you think of giving jade?”
“Then what should I think of, man—”
Her vision blurred, and the man’s lips and tongue invaded her mouth.
Liancheng first felt her tongue being tangled, his strength fueled by seven parts rage and three parts unyielding hatred, sucking at her with such intensity that she was terrified.
You damn bastard, you were indeed pretending to be calm earlier.
The next second, tears welled up in her eyes.
Among Liang Chaosu’s ten thousand unforgivable sins, stubble ranked in the top ten.
It grew quickly and densely, each hair thick and firm, like iron wire.
Liancheng’s jaw was ground and rubbed, her lips and tongue were bitten and plundered.
“Liang Chaosu, you didn’t shave—”
A rare chance for a breath was wasted by her single sentence.
Liancheng kept her eyes open, watching the man’s eyelids close, his eyelashes thick, venting fierce, violent emotions, suffocating each other in every second of entanglement.
Unable to stop.
She could still feel the upward curve of his waist and abdomen, the firm contour, the powerful shackle.
A man’s rage toward a woman could easily transform into other flames. The more contradictions he held within, the more they would erupt and point towards you after the transformation.
Either merge into his bone and blood, or be merged by him.
Liancheng knew too well what Liang Chaosu was like after his rage turned to desire. When men were this wild in such matters, women were risking their lives.
She struggled urgently, arching her body to push him away. She thought a man driven by desire wouldn’t be easily deterred.
But instantly, Liang Chaosu yielded to her struggle, relaxing, his lips and tongue softening.
Liancheng’s heart sank uncontrollably.
If he didn’t let go, she was in danger.
If he let go, she was in even greater danger.
Did he know she was pregnant? Or suspect it?
