Chapter 120: May I Never Be Reborn For Ten Thousand Generations
Liancheng was miraculous, showing no trace of fear.
Ever since, angering Liang Chaosu had been terrifying, chilling, and had unbearable consequences for her.
He always had so many methods, in bed and out, whatever she cared about, he would destroy.
In her first year of college, she attended a performance as the freshman representative, wearing a long cheongsam with a moon-white satin stand-up collar, printed with blue-green porcelain winding patterns. The hem reached her ankles, and the slit was just above her knees; no skin was exposed except for her arms.
She didn’t need to dance on stage, she just had to sit and play the pipa.
Liang Chaosu discovered it during rehearsal. In the backstage storage room, she was pressed between the door panel and his chest. People were coming and going outside, and classmates were calling her name loudly.
If Liang Chaosu applied even a little more pressure, shaking her and making the door panel wobble, she would be exposed.
That was the first time Liancheng begged him. He enjoyed her pleas and did indeed restrain his strength.
Liancheng thought it was over and continued rehearsing. But the show was canceled before the performance. The choreographer went to the school to demand an explanation, and when he returned, he stammered, his eyes looking at her but avoiding her gaze.
Liancheng grew up in the social circle, understanding the subtle expressions of noblewomen and daughters of wealthy families at a glance. The choreographer’s veiled dread and anger, unfortunately, she couldn’t fail to understand.
She took leave that day to find Liang Chaosu. Such a small matter was naturally insignificant to him; he wouldn’t take time out of his work to see her in person. Only his secretary, surnamed Su, called Xiao Da to escort her back to school.
On the way, Xiao Da offered advice, “Mr. Liang isn’t targeting the program. The efforts and sweat of the classmates are evident; you could voluntarily withdraw from the program.”
After Liancheng withdrew from the program that time, the director arranged for her to be a service guest for etiquette. When Liang Chaosu attended the performance, she stood by his side.
Her partners from rehearsals on stage received applause, and her fingers seemed to still feel the sensation of playing the pipa.
The bow strokes, like her practiced tea ceremony and calligraphy, were sealed and utterly stripped away.
Liang Chaosu grabbed her arm, “You have morning sickness.”
Liancheng swung her arm away, but Liang Chaosu’s other arm wrapped around her waist. He didn’t use much strength, but he forced her to lean back into his embrace.
Liancheng struggled to lift her upper body and insisted on staring into his eyes, “Did I act well? Liang Chaosu, haven’t you always called me a good actress, a liar? Too bad you see through me every time. What, you can’t see through me this time?”
The corners of her mouth curled into a smile, malicious, her eyes hostile, “Or did I bring true feelings this time, and you believed me?”
A crack formed in Liang Chaosu’s eyes, with waves surging and expanding within the crack, until his face became gloomy and terrifying.
Since he arrived in Iceland, the gentle and considerate demeanor he had maintained had finally been torn apart, revealing his true, dark, and terrifying side.
“What do you mean?”
Liancheng gazed at him, actually finding this side of him much more acceptable than his previous false doting.
And much more accustomed to.
“Every time you approach me, touch me, or act intimately, I feel disgusting, nauseated, utterly revolting. Especially that day when we bought the ring. Marriage is so sacred and beautiful; how could someone like you be worthy, Liang Chaosu? Every second those diamonds were shining, with you standing beside me, made the world seem utterly absurd and ridiculous, so disgusting I could throw up.”
The room seemed to become temporarily vacuum-sealed. Liancheng felt the surrounding air being squeezed into nothingness under the oppressive pressure.
No extra sound could be heard; it was deathly quiet, emphasized by the constant whistling of the wind outside the window, making it feel like a vast graveyard, sinking into death every second.
“Liang Chaosu, look at yourself now.” Liancheng pried his fingers off her, one by one, stood up, and moved to the other side of the sofa, “This is the real you. Sinister, cunning, malicious, cruel. If I keep this child, it’s your bloodline, Liang Chaosu. Your blood flows in its bones, and it has a seventy percent probability of looking and behaving like you when it grows up.”
“I’ve been ruined by you to the point of having nothing. Every day is like living on a battlefield; the chaos of war is not enough to describe one ten-thousandth of it. In such a situation, would I still keep a copy of you, to continue harming me for decades, to see you every day when I look at him?”
Veins bulged on Liang Chaosu’s face and neck. He was like an exploding volcano. The current silence was due to the high-temperature magma surging and boiling in his chest, the forced stability being torn apart by the overwhelming surge, and coming to annihilate him.
He strode forward, grabbing her arm, dragging her along, not knowing where to go – the sofa, the bed, or outside.
Just like his uncontainable, unbearable emotions, when the magma erupted, it melted everything within its range, leaving nothing but nothingness, including himself.
Liancheng gritted her teeth and staggered along with him.
With her hatred expressed directly, it was like a long-sealed seed that had now broken free, rooted, and sprouted in an instant, rampaging through her blood vessels.
The impact once sent her reason crashing down, her whole body trembling. The pain she felt every day for those four years, she wanted Liang Chaosu to feel now, a thousand times more painful than hers.
She laughed heartily, but it was sadder than crying, “When you came back from your business trip in Dian Province, you didn’t bring me a gift. Coincidentally, I had a gift for you that day. My menstrual period was fake. If Liang Wenfei hadn’t run into me at the hospital, I would have aborted it that day. Unfortunately, she watched me closely during that period, so I couldn’t find an opportunity. After the medical examination, I went to a black clinic, but I was afraid their skills were poor and I would die, so I gave up.”
“Until I left, but you found out too quickly, and I didn’t have time. Fortunately, you pushed me, pushed me until I broke down, and he left on his own. That’s the cause and effect, Liang Chaosu. Are you satisfied?”
Liang Chaosu stopped abruptly, clamped her chin, their eyes meeting. The darkness and gloom in his eyes climbed up like night owls from an abyss.
He wished he could devour her alive, then grind her to dust, never to be reborn for eternity.
“Liancheng.” He had remained silent until now, his voice hoarse beyond recognition, “You’re smart, always quick to understand, quickly discerning favorable outcomes based on the current situation.”
The strength in the man’s hands suddenly loosened. His palm pressed against her cheek. The calluses on his fingertips scraped the corners of her eyes, adding a startling redness to her angry, flushed cheeks.
“My father hinted for you to go to the hospital, didn’t he?” His pupils were as dark and ominous as a brewing storm. “And Shen Lichuan, it was his people who took you away from me, and now they’ve sent that person to take you away.”
Hatred solidified in Liancheng’s eyes, and her entire being froze into a block of ice.
A man’s scheming and methods can be honed through experience, but wisdom is a divinely bestowed genetic lottery.
Liang Chaosu possessed all three. In the social circle, many old foxes had been outmaneuvered and defeated by his shrewdness. His understanding of Father Liang, after decades as father and son, far surpassed hers.
Liancheng was dizzy and disoriented by the knowing gaze in his eyes. Her legs weakened as if being pulled apart by threads, but she stubbornly held on, “It has nothing to do with Shen Lichuan.”
