Chapter 110: Liang Chaosu Asks Again If She’s Pregnant
“I didn’t think that much,” Liang Wenfei retorted shrilly. “That bitch is pregnant, not with your child, but with Brother’s. I didn’t hit her wrongly at the Bai Family Hospital before either.”
Shen Lichuan’s grip tightened, veins bulging.
Liang Wenfei saw it, feeling both hatred and satisfaction. “You never expected this, did you? She abandoned you back then and turned around to climb into Brother’s bed. Now, Father and Mother have already sent people to get the doctor from that check-up, the Head of Gynecology at City First Hospital, and Bai Ying… This time, that bitch is facing death.”
Shen Lichuan stood up, not quickly, his legs slowly exerting force, then his back straightened, an invisible dominance extending and expanding, shattering gentleness, fading away.
“Calling someone a bitch non-stop,” he said expressionlessly. “Is that your self-introduction?”
Liang Wenfei was greatly shocked, staring at him, trembling as she pointed at him. She opened her mouth, but her throat had lost its voice.
Shen Lichuan’s face darkened, like a mass of black mist overflowing, carrying poison. Every strand seemed like a day from those four years. “Your brother called me a coward, and I think he was right. Gentleness, politeness, kindness are for others. Liang Wenfei, some words are too harsh. I can’t compare to your brother’s ability to say them. I’ll stop at the right point today.”
Liang Wenfei trembled all over. “You—you—”
Her chest vibrated, flesh and blood turning into pus and blood, churning up, shattering her reason with pain, yet she couldn’t curse at Shen Lichuan.
Wronged, hateful, and a bit unable to accept it, she finally burst into tears. She pushed Shen Lichuan away and rushed out to find Father Liang and Mother Liang.
Shen Lichuan didn’t chase. He walked downstairs, through the living room and courtyard.
In the garage, the driver saw his figure and quickly got out of the car to open the door for him.
Shen Lichuan got into the back seat and made a phone call. “Make an appointment for me to see Gu Zhoushan, and also the doctor who examined the Liang Family before.”
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Iceland.
One in the afternoon, the sun had fully risen.
Liang Chaosu drove Liancheng out by himself, not bringing anyone else.
The buildings in the small town where they were were generally low.
Three-story small buildings, with the tallest being only four stories. The exteriors were gray or white, well-maintained and clean. The roofs were red or green. Paired with the main square shapes and the long grid windows, it looked like a fairytale brought to reality, comfortable, dreamy, and free.
Liang Chaosu held her hand as they walked down the main street. The asphalt road still had crushed ice. Liancheng crunched with every step, irritating her, and she reached out to pull her scarf.
Liang Chaosu quickly grabbed her hand.
Liancheng endured for a moment. “It’s too tightly wrapped, I can’t see the road.”
Liang Chaosu re-adjusted the scarf. “I’ll hold your hand, and you follow me carefully, you won’t fall.”
Liancheng’s expression was stiff. “I want to walk by myself.”
“You don’t want to.”
Liang Chaosu separated her fingers and clasped them again, sensing her resistance. “The ice is half-melted, and the ground is even more slippery. Are you sure you want to fall?”
Liancheng’s heart skipped a beat. She took a step back and stared at him.
Liang Chaosu wore a long down jacket and a beanie. His scarf was also gray, half-covering his chin, revealing calm eyebrows and eyes, with a faint curve at the corners of his mouth.
It wasn’t like the stern and neat suits and leather shoes in China. Now, one could see a sense of laziness and a bit of casualness.
It didn’t seem to have any hidden meaning.
Liancheng frowned. Finally, feeling very uneasy, she obediently let him lead her down the long street to the jewelry store at the corner.
This small town was not a tourist attraction in Iceland. The only jewelry store in town was privately owned by the boss.
There were few customers, and not many styles in the display cabinets. Liancheng scanned the area. Diamond rings and silver jewelry were the main items. There was very little gold and no jade at all.
She wanted to leave immediately.
Liang Chaosu pulled her to sit in front of the diamond ring display cabinet and reached out to untie her scarf.
The boss was a plump middle-aged white man. He looked at them for two seconds through the glass display cabinet and asked in English, “H nationality?”
Liang Chaosu immediately corrected him in English, “Chinese, we are from China.”
He had a very standard English accent, and his voice was deep and steady. Changing languages, the pressure and displeasure in his tone, and his aura remained unchanged.
The boss observed him for two seconds. His facial features were different from the generally flat and soft features of Asians.
He had high brows and deep eyes, with a strong and sharp contour. He was dressed simply and low-key, exuding an indescribable sharpness that pressed down, very dazzling.
Not to be trifled with.
The boss formally and sincerely apologized. Seeing his expression soften slightly, he avoided looking directly at him and turned to Liancheng, “What style of ring would you like? Engagement? Or wedding?”
Liancheng’s scalp tingled. The moment she stepped into the jewelry store, she realized a huge mistake.
She only wanted to use this as an excuse to test Liang Chaosu and get an opportunity to leave, but she had overlooked that Iceland was not China. Jade might be available here, but it would never be the kind she was thinking of.
She was too careless. She would never have been so sloppy before.
“No,” Liancheng stood up. “We’re in the wrong place.”
Liang Chaosu’s arm circled behind her, his hand resting on the counter. She was sitting, and the space between them was appropriate. When she stood up, her back pressed tightly against his chest. For a moment, it was as if she had turned into a furnace, and she, within it, would surely turn to ashes.
“The rings here are not suitable.”
Worldwide, the promotion of “A diamond is forever, true love lasts a lifetime” had cemented diamond rings with the meaning of marriage.
Given her relationship with Liang Chaosu, asking her to give a diamond ring was too sarcastic, too heartbreaking.
It made her feel disgusted.
“They are suitable,” Liang Chaosu pressed her to sit down and signaled the boss to take out rings for them to try on.
The ones he chose were all couples’ rings, brilliant and shining, not large in carat, but good in color. One of the men’s rings was a twisted vine, with thorns forming a cage, gripping the central diamond.
Liancheng watched him pick them up, and a chill spread into her bone marrow.
She couldn’t distinguish whether he was trying to comfort her or was conducting another deep-level test.
If it was comfort, he was giving her a pie in the sky with this ring.
—Look, a diamond ring, the implicit meaning of marriage. Obediently be kept in Jade Mansion, and the future is bright.
If it was a test.
—You’re pregnant. For the child’s future, you should obediently submit and win his favor.
What is called mutual devotion? Liang Chaosu paints a picture, and she eats it, this is called mutual devotion.
But on what grounds.
On what grounds did he have the right.
He thought marriage was a pie for her, and if he offered it, she would eat it.
Liancheng endured the dense trembling, but couldn’t help the churning waves that suddenly rose in her stomach.
She pushed away the tray holding the rings in front of her. Before she could push Liang Chaosu away, the sourness rising in her throat broke through her clenched teeth.
She vomited onto Liang Chaosu’s chest with a “wah.”
The boss was startled and hurried to bend down to retrieve paper from under the counter. “Please clean yourself up first. The restroom is to the left of the counter.”
Liang Chaosu looked down at Liancheng, raised his hand, but it hesitated in the air. After a subtle, almost imperceptible breath, he stroked her back, helping to soothe her, not responding to the boss.
After Liancheng became pregnant, her morning sickness was mild, and she had never vomited before. This time, it was as if a dam had opened, and waves of endless sour water surged up.
She clenched her hands, her fingernails digging into the flesh and skin of her palm. The sharp pain pierced her heart, and the sour water was barely suppressed.
Liang Chaosu remained silent. Liancheng felt his touch was incredibly gentle, with a certain cherishing, a certain solemnity, and a certain indescribable, murky tide that swept in fiercely like the tide, wave after wave crashing ashore, never receding, converging into a tsunami in the shallow sea, capable of swallowing heaven and earth, on the verge of eruption.
Liancheng’s limbs felt numb, her breathing stopped from tension.
She racked her brain, weighing the pros and cons.
She looked up, meeting Liang Chaosu’s inscrutable, deep gaze directly. “I will absolutely not give you a diamond ring, nor will I ever submit to you. Just thinking about being kept by you in Jade Mansion and continuing to live together makes me feel sick and nauseous.”
Liang Chaosu’s hand stroking her stopped. First, there was silence, as still as a solidified tsunami. But the sharpness in his eyes was clear, piercing her, stripping her bare, reaching the deepest core.
Liancheng heard him ask hoarsely, “Are you pregnant?”
