Chapter 11: Absolutely Will Not Admit Her
Liancheng couldn’t help but groan.
The man’s expression shifted, his large hand covered her forehead, and he rubbed it slowly twice. The pressure was great, and the calluses on his palm were rough and hot. Liancheng felt it wasn’t like rubbing, but like scrubbing.
It hurt, so she dodged.
Liang Chaosu’s hand hung in the air, his voice cooled, “Leave me, who are you trying to find?”
Liancheng carefully observed his expression. As soon as their eyes met, she was drawn into the swirling vortex in his eyes, so turbulent, piercing, and unfathomably deep.
She shivered, and recalling the last time, immediately sensed the danger of the problem.
“I’m not looking for anyone,” Liancheng shifted the blame, “You said you would cure my infertility and I would get married.”
“When did I—” Alcohol had gone to his head, and Liang Chaosu’s reaction wasn’t as quick as usual. He only remembered after speaking.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to maintain clarity, “Then do you want to get married?”
Liancheng was slightly stunned. If he had said this on a normal day, Liang Chaosu would never have spoken, he would only have narrowed his eyes and calmly scrutinized her without a word.
After all, words spoken out loud, thought through beforehand, can be disguised and insincere, but micro-expressions and small actions are physiological reactions that untrained people cannot conceal.
He was truly drunk!
Liancheng was overjoyed, “I don’t want to.”
Then she cajoled him, “I’ve been sick for three or four years, with no hope at all. Even if the old Chinese medicine doctor from the capital is very skilled, I’m afraid it won’t work for me. So, I never thought about getting married.”
Liancheng knew her logic was flawed, but Liang Chaosu’s mind at this moment was nowhere near as meticulous and sharp as usual.
She continued, “Also, acupuncture, it’s like Granny Rong poking Ziwei. Granny Rong bares her teeth and pokes a needle, and Ziwei screams out. It’s such a childhood trauma, I don’t want it.”
Liancheng used to act spoiled and play the coquette, throwing tantrums.
Back then, as her brother, Liang Chaosu spoiled her the most and was often pestered by Liancheng.
From the bottom of her heart, she drew close to him again, acting spoiled and making a fuss.
A soft smile bloomed in Liang Chaosu’s eyes. He gently chided, “Nonsense, how could Mr. Bo be Granny Rong? He specializes in gynecology and is among the best in the country. I’ve asked about your illness; it’s not difficult to treat.”
It was a doting tone she hadn’t heard in a long time. Liancheng was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly realized.
He said it wasn’t difficult to treat.
If it wasn’t difficult to treat, it meant that in his heart, she was still sick and not pregnant.
Liancheng was overjoyed and shocked, clutching his sleeve and asking, “You don’t think I’m pregnant?”
She hadn’t expected him to mention pregnancy. Liang Chaosu suddenly sobered up, and Liancheng sensed something subtle and dangerous in his eyes. “You can get a medical examination to see if you’re pregnant.”
Liancheng dared not make a sound, lying honestly on his chest.
Liang Chaosu had a large frame and hard muscles, exuding strength. His body heat, even through his shirt, radiated warmly to her.
Liancheng felt as if she were covered by a solid furnace. Only when his eyes became hazy with alcohol again did she ask with a hoarse voice, “Mr. Bo? What’s his full name? I’ve never heard of him?”
After what had just happened, Liang Chaosu ignored her.
He reached out and tugged at his lapel, revealing a large expanse of his firm chest.
Bathed in the light, his honey-colored skin was beaded with sweat, collecting in the hollows of his muscles, and it slid with the rise and fall of his breathing.
He possessed the vigorous masculine tension of a mature man and the powerful sense of security of someone noble and handsome, easily captivating any woman to her core.
However, Liancheng’s nose felt sore. In her eyes, he was still the brother who would give her the stars if she asked. Her heart was a muddy mess. “Brother.”
Liang Chaosu’s expression suddenly changed. He lifted her nightgown and slapped her on the butt. He didn’t hold back; the sound was as loud as the sting was painful. “Call me by my name, I’m not your brother.”
The smell of smoke, alcohol, mixed with his rich, unique scent was intense, yet Liancheng felt utterly hopeless.
To this extent of drunkenness, he still remembered Liang Wenfei, refused to acknowledge her, and rejected all feelings for her.
Liancheng’s tongue felt bitter. She looked up at him, “Yes, you are Liang Chaosu, and you are not my brother.”
Mother Liang was also not her mother.
The Liang family was even less her family.
A thought suddenly became clear in her mind, a thought she had tried many times without success.
The most dangerous thought.
“Mm.” Liang Chaosu’s palm pressed against the back of her head again, forcing her against his chest. “The medical examination proves your innocence. I will have Mr. Bo treat you with all his might, and it will not delay your marriage and childbirth.”
Liancheng’s attention was captured by marriage and childbirth, and she didn’t notice that this time, Liang Chaosu had brought it up proactively, not in response to her question.
Liancheng glanced at him warily. In a short period, Liang Chaosu, a man who never spoke gratuitously, had mentioned her marriage and childbirth twice.
She suddenly recalled Mother Liang’s advice that night, telling her to broaden her horizons and choose from among the scions of noble families, and that she would make the decision for her.
A marriage alliance.
Her mind suddenly cleared. High society valued marriage alliances, but not that piece of paper. As long as she didn’t bear descendants, her status would be unstable.
Only by curing her and marrying her off could she stabilize the relationship with the Liang family and bring benefits.
How ridiculous that she had thought Mother Liang was acknowledging her at the time; it turned out the family had planned it all along.
Liancheng felt a lump in her throat and pushed him away, “You should go back and rest.”
The man didn’t let go.
He was tipsy, but his strength was immense. He held her waist like an iron cage; his sturdy and tall physique effortlessly confined her.
Liancheng didn’t dare struggle too much, fearing accidental escalation. Fortunately, he was truly drunk, so drunk he could barely open his eyes. The hand caressing her back became slower and slower, and his heartbeat also grew more gradual.
In the silent, deep night, close to her ear, he was like the constant wind in the wilderness, natural, ancient, and peaceful, caressing her.
Liancheng fell asleep.
The man opened his eyes and gazed at her for a long time.
His cheek pressed against her forehead, silently.
……………………
The next day.
When Liancheng woke up, she was alone in the room, and where she slept had moved from the sofa to the bed.
The window was slightly ajar, and the smell of alcohol in the room had completely dissipated.
Liancheng picked up her mobile phone. There was one unread message on the screen. She unlocked it.
It was a reply from Bai Ying, just a single period.
It meant “OK.”
Liancheng deleted it. She washed up and went downstairs to the restaurant.
Unexpectedly, the restaurant was completely empty and very quiet.
Father Liang was on a business trip, and Liang Chaosu often didn’t eat breakfast at home. Only Mother Liang couldn’t get used to eating outside and insisted on being home.
If Mother Liang was here, Liang Wenfei would also be here.
At this time, it would never be so deserted.
Liancheng went into the kitchen to find Aunt Wang. “Is Mom busy today?”
Aunt Wang was simmering soup, which was boiling in the pot. Her voice was muffled, “—There’s something happening at home. Early this morning, Madam, the Eldest Young Master, and Miss Wenfei all left.”
Liancheng didn’t hear clearly and leaned closer to ask, “Which family has something happening?”
Aunt Wang put the lid back on the pot, her voice clearer. “The Shen family. It seems urgent. Madam was in a hurry, the Eldest Young Master looked upset, and Miss Wenfei even cried.”
Liancheng was surprised.
By the time it came to marriage, there were too many urgent matters: the date was wrong, the horoscopes didn’t match, disagreements over dresses, rings, venues, guests, and even breaking off ties.
It was rare for something to make Liang Wenfei cry.
She had a bad premonition. She had been blamed too many times; would it happen again this time?
The thought had barely formed when the sound of an engine started outside.
Liancheng went out and bumped into Liang Wenfei, who was rushing in. The moment she saw Liancheng, her expression became sharp and ferocious.
