Chapter 133: Liang Chaosu Is Irresponsible
Lian Cheng looked into Liang Chaosu’s eyes at close range. His eyelashes were thick and densely grew, shining black, casting a shadow under his eyes, a shadow of hidden currents.
“Disliking them doesn’t mean I want them entangled in lawsuits.” Lian Cheng withdrew from his confinement, taking off her scarf and jacket.
The hotel’s heating was very effective. After a few sentences inside, the foyer was already filled with a warm, dry heat.
“You instruct them to do things, and you’re not responsible.”
She was always like this, striking first, pinning a big hat on him before elaborating, her purpose hidden within, her infallible tactic to deal with him.
Liang Chaosu couldn’t help but want to laugh, but he was ultimately displeased, his handsome face calm, “I’m responsible for the money, they’re responsible for the matters. Any accidents are within their scope of responsibility, at most, they’ll pay double when settling the accounts.”
Lian Cheng observed his expression.
He was too steady, his mental and physical strength surpassing the ordinary. His skin, muscles, and bones hardly moved, his eyes deep and unreadable.
Liang Chaosu was stern and indifferent. He was strict with his subordinates but never heartless. Settling everything with money was a creed prevalent among the idle second generation, but in the eyes of a superior like him who had long held power, it was merely the most basic method.
Although the working generation like them hoped their bosses wouldn’t be unreasonable, as long as they paid, the more they paid, the more logic their bosses must have, even if they were ascending to heaven.
But this kind of overflowing enthusiasm, once wealth accumulates to a certain extent, naturally collapses. Humans are ultimately animals who pursue collective care; at the level of an executive, merely talking about money is less appealing than dreams.
Ironically, Liang Chaosu was an invincible chess player in the business world. Wherever he made a move, victory was assured. On the path of conquest and battles, he was aloof, yet not pretentious, appropriately approachable, and occasionally offered a few words of concern.
When it came to the final division of victory spoils, he was generous enough to grasp everyone’s casual contributions and give extra rewards.
Human nature was complex, but in Liang Chaosu’s hands, it was mastered to perfection, wielding both kindness and authority, both majestic and gentle.
Lian Cheng didn’t believe that in the current era where mercenaries were highly effective, Liang Chaosu would maintain such an arrogant posture of the rich.
He almost didn’t hide it. The hotel he chose was convenient for an escape, but the mercenaries were delayed.
If she hadn’t seen through it, she would have just thought this was the best time to leave.
Lian Cheng clutched her stomach, “Are you hungry?”
Liang Chaosu noticed her action and guided her inside, “What do you want to eat?”
Although it was called a detached villa, the overall area wasn’t large. The first floor was about seventy square meters, with one bedroom, one bathroom, and a living room. To the left of the entrance was a U-shaped open kitchen.
The decoration was a natural wood style in Icelandic fashion. The furniture retained the natural texture of the wood. The overall color scheme leaned towards reddish-brown, and under the dim yellow, ambiguous lighting, it exuded a light, natural, warm, and tranquil atmosphere.
Lian Cheng circled the island counter and walked to the refrigerator, pulling open the door, “It’s over.”
The kitchen space wasn’t large. Liang Chaosu deliberately stayed a step behind her, his line of sight blocked by the refrigerator door, “What’s over? Didn’t the hotel have meals prepared?”
Upon check-in, the hotel receptionist had mentioned that staff were specifically responsible for stocking the refrigerator with emergency vegetables, prepared salads, or sandwiches. This was considered standard check-in fare, and additional items could be purchased.
Lian Cheng leaned against the refrigerator door. The dim light of the kitchen cast a curve on her face, lifting the corners of her eyebrows and mouth. She looked like a lively, mischievous fox, piquing one’s appetite and leaving them unsettled, refusing to reveal the truth.
The two of them had been nearly torn apart these past few days, every word like prying apart ribs into daggers, twenty-four ribs, twenty-four knives, all piercing the other’s chest and stabbing into their heart.
Now she relaxed, and Liang Chaosu also smiled, prying her fingers away from the door so she couldn’t see, “If there isn’t any, then call them to deliver.”
Before he could pry her hand away, Lian Cheng naturally withdrew it, moving aside to reveal the cabinet of yellow items inside the refrigerator. “It’s fine for me, but it’s a big problem for you.”
Liang Chaosu’s gaze shifted from her face to a quick glance. The top three shelves of the refrigerator held vegetable salads, sandwiches, and yogurt drinks, all containing corn kernels; even the yogurt was corn-flavored.
Iceland, unlike China, did not have a rich variety of species. Food sources relied on the sea. There weren’t many vegetables; corn and potatoes were the staples, a veritable culinary desert.
Liang Chaosu had a snack in the afternoon and wasn’t hungry now, “You have a big problem too, seeing corn makes you feel nauseous.”
Lian Cheng’s eyebrow twitched slightly. The retort that rose to her lips was swallowed down.
She had never disliked corn; what she disliked was eating it constantly, being forcefully pushed, day in and day out.
If the person doing it was someone she hated, it would be even more unbearable, a physiological revulsion.
However, at this moment, she had a plan in her heart, a hope. If the truth came out, it would enrage Liang Chaosu, and arguing with him for another word would be a waste of effort and time.
Lian Cheng gestured to his pocket, “Then you make the call.”
Liang Chaosu took out his phone. The screen showed it was five in the afternoon. He seemed to have suddenly changed his mind, “It gets dark early in Húsavík, but restaurants won’t be closed. There are many renowned restaurants in this fjord; would you like to go out to eat?”
Lian Cheng readily agreed, “Yes.”
She knew very well that Liang Chaosu was creating an opportunity for her to escape. Lian Cheng didn’t intend to leave rashly until she had a sure plan, but she needed to meet up with Old Ghost to exchange information and formulate a plan.
She would naturally not pass up any opportunity to go out.
The two of them put on their outdoor clothes in the foyer, down jackets layered over hardshell jackets, their legs sliding into heavy snow boots.
In the lamplight, Lian Cheng felt like she was wrapped in a ball, while Liang Chaosu was not at all bulky. His shoulders were broad and his back straight, possessing an innate, imposing handsomeness, an indescribable, uniquely Icelandic, silent yet mature, capable masculine aura.
Lian Cheng was about to squat down to tie her shoelaces when Liang Chaosu finished his own. Naturally, he turned to her side, threaded and tied the laces, forming a single knot in the middle of the tongue of the shoe.
Lian Cheng’s usual method was mostly a bow; to make it more secure, she’d do a double bow. She had never seen this kind of single knot before.
“Is it strong?”
Liang Chaosu tied the other shoe, “It’s strong. Once it’s tied, if you don’t untie it, it won’t loosen.”
Lian Cheng subconsciously stomped her feet twice. She hadn’t expected Liang Chaosu to tie her shoelaces, let alone that the knot would be special.
At this sensitive moment, it was hard for her not to feel a sense of being bound.
Lian Cheng barely managed to suppress it and pushed the door open.
……………….
It was noon in China.
After being publicly humiliated by Liang Wenfei, Aunt Wang submitted her resignation to Mother Liang.
Mother Liang approved it readily, but Aunt Wang, having managed the kitchen for many years, including Mother Liang’s small stash of supplements, needed a month to hand over her duties.
The person assigned for the handover was Sister Liu.
Sister Liu had not been with the Liang family for long. When she was hired, Liang Wenfei had just returned to the Liang family. After Mother Liang showed her importance to her biological daughter, Sister Liu had stayed close to Liang Wenfei and paid no attention to Lian Cheng.
She also didn’t understand why, when the entire Liang family showed dislike towards Lian Cheng, Aunt Wang would risk her remaining years of comfort and happiness to help a fake young lady who was destined to be kicked out.
