Chapter 132: You Should Cherish Every Day You Are With Me
The anxious secretary’s heart skipped a beat.
He wasn’t Shen Lichuan’s personal secretary, so he didn’t have a deep understanding of Shen Lichuan’s private matters.
He only perceived that President Shen’s attitude towards Liang Wenfei had clearly changed recently, shifting from gentle to forceful. Miss Liang Wenfei had a young lady’s temper and didn’t know how to yield.
Every time she came to the company, she would storm out within ten minutes. There were also a few times when President Shen answered the phone, and it escalated directly to him turning it off from answering it.
“President Shen is in a meeting, do you have an urgent matter?”
Liang Wenfei didn’t answer, pushed past him, and strode into the building.
Not far, a traffic police officer caught up to the secretary and sternly stopped her, “Stop! Speeding in the city center and running a red light, do you know how dangerous that is? Disturbing social order and severely threatening the life and property safety of others.”
The secretary had a good idea. After Liang Wenfei became pregnant, she had a driver when she went out. Beyond the urban area, she always brought a nanny and two bodyguards. Her speeding to find President Shen today must be no small matter; if it wasn’t earth-shattering, it would at least be chaotic.
He called the receptionist and the manager of the Legal Department, then bowed apologetically to the traffic police, explaining that all matters would be handled by a lawyer. He hurried to the elevator, but Liang Wenfei had already gone upstairs, the numbers on the screen climbing rapidly.
The secretary took out his phone and notified the other secretaries in the President’s office, “Secretary Cui, are you there? You must stop her, don’t let her barge into the meeting. Miss Liang Wenfei’s temper flares up, and she’ll shout anything regardless of the occasion.”
After President Shen went abroad, he returned and within a few days, made bold moves at the company. He was very dedicated to his career, with endless meetings—large meetings, small meetings, board meetings, executive meetings—over ten a day, from dawn till dark.
The directors were all astonished. Privately, they praised that Shen’s was also going to have a “Liang Chaosu.”
At this moment, if Liang Wenfei barged in, no matter what erupted, it wouldn’t look good. It would affect the directors’ perception of Shen Lichuan. It was a small matter if they doubted the stability of the Shen-Liang alliance, but a big one if they didn’t.
Liang Wenfei was very familiar with Shen’s internal structure. She searched Shen Lichuan’s office and conference rooms from the seventeenth to the nineteenth floor, but he was nowhere to be found.
That left only the large conference room on the top floor, which was exclusively used to convene the board of directors.
Her chest felt like it was burning fiercely. The few junior secretaries in the director’s office tried to appease her as if facing a great enemy.
Liang Wenfei stood in the conference corridor, staring at the tightly drawn blinds on the conference room window for a few seconds.
She turned and walked to the elevator entrance, as if preparing to go downstairs and wait for Shen Lichuan in his office.
This was unlike Liang Wenfei’s usual behavior. The junior secretaries exchanged glances, and one of them sent a message to Secretary Cui, who was inside taking meeting minutes.
In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, footsteps sounded outside the door. Shen Lichuan pushed the door open. His suit was impeccable, and his tie was tied seriously and neatly. His gentle demeanor had noticeably restrained, and compared to before, he seemed to have gained a sense of time’s sedimentation, becoming increasingly steady, dignified, and strikingly charismatic.
“What is it?”
Liang Wenfei sat in his office chair, staring blankly out the window at the panoramic city center river view, which gathered the prosperity and radiance of the entire city.
Before, when she returned to the Liang family, she thought that the superficiality, the bustling noise, the dazzling splendor of wealth was all within her grasp. In the end, she was just a facade. The pampering and love were false, and the favoritism was also false. Every moment of her past glory was a joke.
“You all like her.” Liang Wenfei asked, “What is so good about her?”
Shen Lichuan frowned deeply, gazing at her. After a long while, he replied, “What is not good about her?”
Liang Wenfei pushed herself up from the armrest, but she didn’t react violently.
“She occupied my identity for eighteen years. I suffered so much in poverty; shouldn’t she be the one to suffer? It’s her greed and shamelessness to remain in the Liang family without an ounce of shame. You and she were childhood sweethearts; you always kept her in your heart, thinking of her, missing her, protecting her. But if it weren’t for her back then, we would have been the true childhood sweethearts. I’m just taking back what’s mine. All of you, openly and secretly, still prefer that impostor.”
Shen Lichuan silently gazed at her for a moment.
Liang Wenfei had been spoiled by pampering for these four years. In psychology, there is a personality phenomenon where inferiority, under conditions of material abundance and affluence, transforms into arrogance and expands infinitely, becoming corrupted.
Therefore, Liang Wenfei was by no means considerate or respectful of others now, and it was even harder for her to remain calm and speak these words.
“What is yours? Am I?” Shen Lichuan observed her reaction. “In Nan Province, among those my age who grew up together, there are no less than seven young ladies. I was also childhood sweethearts with them, but then what?”
His tone shifted, “Even if you were in the Liang family for eighteen years, you are not Liancheng.”
“You admit it, you still love her.” Liang Wenfei pointed at him, the veins on the back of her hand like venomous snakes, leaping under her skin, fiercely strangling him, binding him to death. “But you have no chance. You can’t beat my brother. She is the prey my brother meticulously obtained, and your life is destined for me.”
Shen Lichuan’s pupils constricted sharply. He remained silent, his gaze fixed on her face.
Liang Wenfei’s throat felt as if it were stuffed with hot sand, hoarse and raspy. She said word by word, “Our marriage, as long as my brother hasn’t had enough of her, you are mine.”
Shen Lichuan’s face grew dark, as if he had endured to the extreme.
His expression stimulated Liang Wenfei.
She elaborated, filled with malice, “You’ll find a thousand ways to entangle with me, call me your wife, hear others call me Madam Shen when we’re out, and praise our loving relationship. If, in the near future, you can suddenly break free from me—”
In the gray, cracked depths of her eyes, a madness resembling revenge grew. “Then you and she will never have a chance, and even your life—”
Liang Wenfei thought of something and suddenly became vigilant, closing her mouth. Her expression instantly reined in, leaving only her eyes, like two bottomless black holes, swirling with gales and blades, making Shen Lichuan’s heart pound and a chilling premonition rise.
She stood up. As she was about to pass Shen Lichuan, their shoulders parallel, she suddenly raised her hand to brush off his shoulder, smoothing his lapel. “You should cherish every day you are with me.”
Shen Lichuan watched her back disappear through the doorway. That sense of apocalyptic premonition, in Liang Wenfei’s last sentence, clawed at his heart, constricting and suffocating him like a spasm.
He took out his phone. The throbbing in his chest stimulated a wave of cold sweat on his palm. After swiping the screen a few times, he dialed, “Aunt Wang—”
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After returning from whale watching, Liang Chaosu indeed stayed in Húsavík.
He booked a detached villa-style hotel in Kristal Fjord.
Beside the wide road, rows of red brick, pointed-roof villas stood without fences or barriers, vast and free in the snow.
December was considered the low season for tourism in Iceland, and business was rather quiet. Under the setting sun at four or five o’clock, only a few illuminated windows could be seen.
Liancheng walked step by step behind Liang Chaosu, watching him swipe his card to open the door. “Your bodyguards still haven’t come to find you.”
Liang Chaosu put his arm around her waist and entered the room, turning on the light. In the dim yellow light of the foyer, he lowered his eyes to look at her. “Don’t you dislike them?”
