Chapter 125: Liang Chaosu Loses Composure
“Chaosu, when do you plan to return to the country?”
Liang Chaosu stared at the computer screen.
After the board meeting, the audit group was formed.
Su Chenghuai urgently reviewed the project data before the audit group took action.
There were minor flaws, but no major omissions.
“With you in charge of the Liang family, I am very relieved.”
Father Liang chuckled dully, “One project, and you are relieved, but the directors are in a panic. What about two projects, or three projects?”
“Will you?” the computer screen reflected his eyes, as deep as the sea. “The Liang family is also your hard work. Perhaps you would be willing to cut off an arm, but only to this extent.”
Father Liang shook his head and sighed, “No one knows a son better than his father. But Chaosu, no father knows his son better than his father. The Gu family’s projects belong to the Gu family. Since they belong to the Gu family, it doesn’t matter whether it’s Gu Xingyuan or Gu Zhoushan; it’s no loss to the Liang family.”
Liang Chaosu was silent.
Father Liang was smug, “I know the personnel you have left domestically is enough to hold on for a while. As for those old fogies, it’s hard to tell who is siding with you and who is loyal to me. But you forgot, there’s also the Shen family. Shen Lichuan convinced your Uncle Shen to support Gu Zhoushan.”
On the phone, Liang Chaosu’s breathing was steady, as if unaffected.
Father Liang said, “Chaosu, if Gu Xingyuan hadn’t been so useless this time, your victory would have been exquisitely brilliant. But heaven is just and does not permit immorality. With your help, Gu Xingyuan’s woman will still suffer a bloody lesson. You planned meticulously, but at the crucial moment, you revealed yourself. You lost.”
Liang Chaosu raised his hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Father, let’s not discuss victory or defeat for now, what is behind your ostentatious display?”
Father Liang paused for two seconds. “What do you think?”
“It’s about increasing the personnel in Iceland, isn’t it?”
Father Liang suddenly burst into hearty laughter, a chilling sound, “Last time you gave your father two choices, now, father gives you two.”
Liang Chaosu clenched his mobile phone, his gaze so deep as to be extreme, like a churning black sea without a hint of light.
Father Liang’s laughter subsided. “Are you staying in Iceland or returning home? If you stay in Iceland, the accumulation of these four years will be destroyed. You can protect her for now, but not for a lifetime. Or return home, take a gamble, secure your status first, and then plan for other things.”
Liang Chaosu’s voice was clear and cold, with an undeniable chill. “You don’t regret it?”
Father Liang, now in a superior position, had full confidence. “Son fighting father, Chaosu, you are still far from it.”
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Outside the door.
Liancheng wished she could meld into the door panel. She could hear Liang Chaosu’s voice clearly, but he hadn’t put it on speaker.
She strained her ears to the maximum, but couldn’t hear what Father Liang was saying, and was so anxious she wanted to scratch the door.
The next second, the door was unexpectedly pulled open from the inside.
Liancheng stumbled into an embrace, her ear pressed against a burning chest. His heart beat rapidly like a drum, and his arms tightened and tightened, as if he wanted to fuse her into his very bones and blood, soul and flesh.
Caught red-handed, Liancheng was terrified. She instinctively recoiled and remained still for observation, unusually obedient, struggling not at all, letting him hold her.
Liang Chaosu’s chest heaved. Nestled against the small, soft mass in his arms, the faint scent of her hair, like jasmine, but with a hint of cherry blossom, a chemical mixture of scents.
Liang Chaosu disliked it, but stimulated by her body heat, it lingered in his breath. He lost all composure, and amidst extreme stress and desire, buried his face in her neck, breathing deeply, absorbing every trace of her scent, circulating through his lungs and sinking into his bone marrow.
Liancheng was even more frightened.
Liang Chaosu now possessed both power and wealth. Fame and fortune were his for the taking, and temptations flocked to him. With a wave of his hand, he could stir up a dizzying storm; with a glance, blood surged.
She couldn’t imagine what kind of situation would make him so out of control, to the point of despair.
Father Liang?
Before Liancheng could think further, the man’s breathing became rapid and disordered. His cold lips traced a path from her neck to her temples, then nibbled at her earlobe.
The back of Liancheng’s ear was sensitive. Her skin tingled and itched from his hot breaths, and was abraded by his high nose bridge. Her skin flushed pink, appearing exceptionally delicate and tender against her fair complexion, an indescribable beauty.
“Liang Chaosu…” She tugged at his hair, trying to pull him away while leaning back.
The man’s palm pressed against the back of her head, holding her firmly. Liancheng couldn’t dodge, and filled with anger and hatred, she fiercely tugged at his hair.
Liang Chaosu’s hair was coarse, thick, and densely rooted, not yielding even when pulled in clumps. Liancheng, however, pulled out small strands one by one with all her might. He would kiss her savagely, and she would pull out a lock by the root.
It was a contest to see who would get there first: if he would kiss her skin raw, or if she would pull him bald.
The man’s warm lips and tongue stopped at the corner of her mouth. Her scalp felt like it was on fire, stinging so much that he suddenly let out a laugh.
The sound first rumbled from his chest, a suppressed laugh, then a couple of wisps escaped his throat, before he finally laughed out loud in a deep voice.
He slumped onto Liancheng’s shoulder, as if unable to contain his amusement.
“Are you satisfied?”
Liancheng’s hand stopped.
“Wicked thoughts, small-minded.” Liang Chaosu gently caressed her hair for a long time, then suddenly asked, “Do you want to go out?”
Liancheng trembled all over and subconsciously looked up to read his expression.
Liang Chaosu bent his body and bowed his head, their foreheads touching. Within such close proximity, a smile flickered across his handsome, well-defined features. “Whale watching, glacier hiking, blue ice caves, when your body is up to it—”
Liancheng cut him off decisively. “It’s suitable. If you don’t believe me, you can ask the doctor.”
Liang Chaosu straightened up, slung an arm around her shoulder, and asked, “Which one do you want to go to tomorrow?”
This time, Liancheng said nothing.
It was too abnormal.
If Liang Chaosu thought that their previous animosity was not conducive to her pregnancy and that he was dangling an outing to pique her interest and appease her, it wouldn’t be strange. But the timing was too specific, even for tomorrow, as if he were impatient.
Another point: at a time when Father Liang was increasing personnel, no matter how well she behaved, she would most likely only be allowed to potter around the entrance, not go sight-seeing and give someone an opportunity?
“I don’t want to go anywhere,” she said, enunciating each word clearly, staring at Liang Chaosu’s expression. “I’ll just stay here, behaving myself and carrying the baby.”
Liang Chaosu’s expression was unreadable, but his eyes were darker than the piercing, deep night outside the window.
Liancheng’s heart sank instantly. She was filled with extreme annoyance, she knew it—
She knew it was another trap.
Liancheng pushed him away with all her might and rushed out the door.
Liang Chaosu hooked his arm around her again, pulling her back into his embrace. He looked down at her, still expressionless. “No exercise tonight. Tomorrow, we’re going whale watching. The waves will be big and the wind cold, so get a good rest and build up your energy.”
Liancheng looked into his eyes. “Liang Chaosu, you’ll let me go out?”
“Indeed, I won’t.” Liang Chaosu hugged her and turned, closing the door with his back to her. “I’m taking Liancheng out, not you.”
He was being bizarre.
Liancheng frowned. Liang Chaosu was not the type to joke around carelessly.
Many times, he was so solemn that people found him boring. When Xiao Da reported to him in the past, occasionally a bit of dry humor would slip out, making her stifle a giggle. Liang Chaosu, however, would remain expressionless, his gaze stern and sharp, making people feel their scalps tingle and their limbs become constrained.
