Chapter 129: The Third Choice
The cabin door was open, a distance of two people, not enough to see the full view of the deck.
Her gaze fixed on Liang Chaosu’s back. Amidst the increasingly intense commotion, he raised his hand, parted the crowd, and disappeared into the bustling noise.
Liancheng remained in place, motionless.
On the other side, the stern of the ship.
Old Ghost finished his phone call, circled to the bow of the ship, and observed the situation.
Liang Chaosu, amidst a crowd of fair-skinned foreign faces, was exceptionally striking. His build was tall and broad, his posture like pine and bamboo, his hair jet black and thick, coupled with sharp and fierce facial features. Even Europe’s most famous male models couldn’t match his demeanor.
Old Ghost saw his gaze focused on the two groups fighting. At that moment, a young Slavic face was revealed. Although the fight made his features look ferocious, they were undoubtedly those mercenaries. Judging by the fight, it would be difficult to separate them in a short time.
He immediately seized the opportunity, hugging the wall, and entered the cabin, sitting down behind Liancheng.
“I called again and confirmed with President Shen. Your great enemy is excluding the little enemy at the company and is preparing to hold a board meeting, arranging for an old man named Gu Zhoushan to replace that Gu Shenyuan.”
“President Shen said that this is equivalent to the great enemy picking the peaches that the little enemy has worked hard to cultivate for a long time. After picking them, the little enemy will be forever controlled by the great enemy and will never be able to turn the tables. Therefore, you, the little enemy, will certainly have to return to the country in the short term.”
Liancheng corrected, “The little enemy is Liang Chaosu, and the great enemy is his father, Director Liang.”
She had called them little enemy and great enemy before because she didn’t have time to explain in detail to Old Ghost. Now that he was deeply involved, and still calling them big and small, it was confusing and disorienting.
“Heh heh.” Old Ghost leaned on the back of her chair, “I thought you liked that kind of address.”
Liancheng was not in the mood for jokes. Her whole body tensed, and she stared at the doorway without blinking, “Have the reinforcements sent by his father, Director Liang, arrived? Are the people clashing outside now?”
Old Ghost deliberately lowered his voice. It was rough and raspy, as if held in his throat, “No, President Shen said that Director Liang has a secretary, Zhou, who has also been contacting mercenaries recently, and is on the same path as Liang Chaosu.”
Liancheng’s hand tightened, the veins on the back of her hand bulging and stretching, her blood vessels throbbing.
Just as she was about to ask further, a team of police arrived on deck and brought the situation under control within a few breaths.
Old Ghost quickly got up and walked towards the back door of the cabin.
Liang Chaosu returned to his seat. The farce on the deck had already subsided. The two groups who had fought all escaped, and were taken off the ship in handcuffs by the police.
Liancheng leaned her head against the cabin window glass. She was pregnant and not wearing makeup, her hair unbound, falling naturally, thick and dense like dark algae, covering her cheeks, giving her an appearance of fragile vulnerability that was pathetic and pitiable.
Liang Chaosu gently brushed it aside, revealing her fair and tender face. She looked as if she had just woken up and was startled awake by him. Her eyes were fixed on him, clear and limpid like a new spring on a snow-capped mountain, her gaze flickering, cleansing him.
“Very sleepy?”
Liancheng averted her gaze, “Were those your people fighting just now?”
Liang Chaosu put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his embrace, “A small conflict. When we get off the ship, they’ll resolve it themselves.”
Liancheng leaned stiffly into his embrace. His arm was held tightly, pressing her close against him seamlessly.
Through the thick clothes, she couldn’t feel the warmth of his chest or his steady heartbeat. Liancheng still couldn’t catch her breath.
“They are skilled fighters, and they were able to entangle for so long. Was the other party also ‘bodyguards’?”
Liang Chaosu leaned back against the chair. Amidst the ship’s starting whistle, his voice was calm, “Likely.”
With such a vague and perfunctory answer, Liancheng stopped asking.
As bright as the sun and moon, yet as distant as strangers; as close as husband and wife.
Even among true couples, hearts are separated. She and Liang Chaosu were even more absurd. They had done all the intimate things between men and women, and had a child whose bloodline merged with theirs. She regarded him as an enemy, and he also guarded himself against her deeply.
Things were worse now than before. After their mutual distrust and resentment were clearly exposed, her probes were met with no response from Liang Chaosu.
Liancheng could only infer through guesswork.
She had suspected before that Liang Chaosu bringing her out for whale watching was not solely to lure out Director Liang’s men. That would only be a temporary solution, not addressing the root cause.
Old Ghost’s words helped confirm this. Director Liang’s reinforcements had not arrived, and Liang Chaosu must have known that.
After arriving in Iceland, his surveillance of her was so tight that they were inseparable twenty-four hours a day. But now, first in the restaurant, he let her go to the restroom alone. Then on the ship, he simply went out, leaving her alone in the cabin, giving her plenty of freedom, and plenty of opportunity, as if he was just waiting for Old Ghost to take her away.
Thinking of this, a flash of inspiration returned to Liancheng’s mind.
Perhaps it wasn’t just a pretense.
With Director Liang’s constant actions in the country, Liang Chaosu would definitely have to return. And Director Liang’s true trump card would be deployed after his return.
Director Liang was forcing Liang Chaosu to make a choice, to give up one or the other.
But Liang Chaosu was unwilling to give up either, so he found a third way to break through, giving her an opportunity to escape.
Once she disappeared, Director Liang would lose his target and be unable to act. Liang Chaosu would then take the opportunity to return to the country and regain his advantage. Once things stabilized in the country, he would still be able to find her through Old Ghost’s connection.
This flash of inspiration in Liancheng’s mind crackled and sparked, burning hotter and hotter within her body.
If that were the case—
If that were the case, all she needed to do on her escape route was to die, to die in such a way that everyone knew.
From then on, what would Liang Liancheng, who was involved in incest and running away with a child, have to do with Liancheng, who lived her life freely and unrestrainedly for the rest of her life?
Nothing at all.
“Attention, tourists. Whales will appear at the bow of the ship on the left…”
Liancheng got up from Liang Chaosu’s embrace, “There are whales. Let’s go out.”
Liang Chaosu straightened her askew lapel, “What kind of whale do you want to see?”
Liancheng observed his eyebrows and eyes, “Can we choose?”
“Everything has its patterns. The location, time, and species of whale sightings are traceable. Of course, you can choose.”
Liancheng pouted disdainfully, “You didn’t say anything when we departed. You were sharpening your bayonets at the last minute, and then you said we could choose guns.”
Liang Chaosu was amused. His chest vibrated with muffled tremors as he put his arm around her and walked towards the deck, as if casually, “Then will you choose? If there are no whales you want to see today, you can stay in Húsavík.”
Liancheng froze and widened her eyes, “Really? You’re not lying to me?”
“Have I ever lied to you? It’s always you who lied to me.”
Liancheng automatically ignored the latter half, “A promise is a promise. There will absolutely be no whales I want to see today.”
The bow of the ship was crowded. The tour guide struggled to maintain order, shouting through a loudspeaker for people to queue. Liang Chaosu, relying on his broad physique, firmly protected her back with his arm, pushing aside the surging crowd.
Foreigners were generally tall and sturdy. From time to time, obese people with large bellies would push forward. Before Liancheng could even dodge, Liang Chaosu’s arm would block them. Occasionally, when encountering someone of great bulk, he would visibly exert force on his wrist, the veins bulging and strong, pushing that person away.
Liancheng leaned against his chest, like a delicate and slender vine clinging to a sturdy pine, rooted in the most open position at the bow.
Liang Chaosu disliked such occasions of stepping on feet and brushing buttocks, shoulders touching and backs overlapping. The congestion of human bodies made the air feel turbid and stifling.
