Chapter 138: How Exactly To Fake One’s Death
Liancheng’s previous thought of faking her death was a desperate measure after all her tricks were exposed and Liang Chaosu no longer played along.
Bold, absurd, and opportunistic, it seemed unrealistic.
Even with sufficient reasons provided, it couldn’t hide her flustered state of having no other options.
Looking at it now, it was almost the most correct choice.
“His father sent people to contact the hospital, is he planning to cause a mother and child death when I have surgery?”
Shen Lichuan, “Yes.”
Liancheng closed her eyes, every bone and muscle in her body trembling, breaking, and reforming.
She grew up in the Liang family from childhood, learning to walk, talk, and perceive the world. Every bit of the Liang family permeated her entirely, allowing her bones to grow, flesh to fill, and soul to be replenished, thus shaping her into who she is today.
Through four years of tearing apart, she gradually cut off parts of herself, and piece by piece, she refilled herself with something new. No matter how clearly she divided things, she couldn’t deny that deep down, imperceptibly, she still bore the imprint of the Liang family.
Therefore, no matter how tired or how much she struggled, she never thought of harming the Liang family or destroying it.
She only sought escape.
Now, it was as if she had severed those lingering threads deep within, changed her very skin and bones, her soul, and suddenly let go.
“I want to die without a doubt, for everyone to believe it implicitly, so that I can have a peaceful new life elsewhere,” Liancheng’s voice was extremely calm, as if she were completely detached.
“Liang Chaosu is suspicious and arrogant. Whether I crash my car or jump into the sea, if he doesn’t see my corpse, he will remain somewhat doubtful. But his father is different; he is cunning and ruthless. He holds power over Liang Chaosu. If I were to follow his father’s design and have a mother and child death, he would believe it after his suspicions.”
Shen Lichuan understood but found it hard to believe, “You want to be captured by his father first, taken to the hospital, and then find a way to escape?”
Those who had experienced Father Liang’s methods truly understood; using his hand to escape was indeed a way to ensure no one doubted.
However, the difficulty and danger involved were immense; a slight mistake could lead to Father Liang becoming aware, turning it into walking into a trap.
As for whether Liancheng’s plan would deepen the internal conflict between Father and Son Liang.
Liancheng did not point it out directly, and until now, Shen Lichuan tacitly avoided thinking about it.
Liancheng clenched her fist and said cryptically, “Shen Lichuan, if anyone else told me that Liang Chaosu had been doing all this for me for the past four years, I wouldn’t believe them. But you are different. I am the victim, and you are the innocent one who was implicated by me. I not only owe you for your repeated help now, but I also owe you for four years of my marriage’s lack of freedom.”
“It’s shameless of me, but I want to owe you one last time. Please help me contact that gang. Since they are confident they can clear my name and guarantee I won’t be caught by Liang Chaosu’s people, they can surely tamper with things at the hospital. If no outsiders are allowed in the operating room throughout the procedure, then whether I have a miscarriage or truly die is just a matter of the hospital’s word.”
“What if the people sent by his father insist on examining it personally, or witnessing the surgery scene.” Liancheng squeezed her hand, leaving scarlet pinch marks that overlapped on her palm.
Her eyes shone coldly, “Modern medicine is advanced; I believe there will be a way to conceal it. The worst-case scenario is witnessing the surgery, but I imagine a group of strangers from out of town wouldn’t be able to run rampant. This is where the advantage of the local gang lies, right?”
Shen Lichuan, “You want this level of thoroughness, and I have no reason to doubt it.”
“Thank you,” Liancheng leaned on the wall, “Shen Lichuan, I hope my ‘death’ this time can allow you to regain your freedom, to have the right to choose what you want and what you don’t. Before I went abroad, I said that the mountains and rivers heard my farewell.”
“That sentence was, ‘I wander freely in the mortal world, my life’s journey, north, south, east, and west.'”
Some people are trapped in the rain, while others enjoy the rain. A life’s journey, fleeting, each with their own story.
I hope you are open-minded, remain unchanged, and stay true to yourself all the way.
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The impact Liancheng experienced today was seismic. Returning to her seat, her entire being felt numb and detached.
Liang Chaosu frowned but did not lash out.
It was as if she hadn’t been absent for a prolonged period but had only gone for a few minutes. Compared to the constant surveillance at the roadside fast-food restaurant last time, this undoubtedly gave Liancheng ample freedom and opportunity.
Liancheng ate silently. Her pregnancy reactions were different from those of ordinary people, who often experienced food aversions or strong cravings.
She had completely lost interest in food, like vampires in Western legends. Everything tasted like chewing on wood, unaffected by smells. As long as there was space in her stomach, she could force herself to eat.
Liang Chaosu watched her eat, occasionally changing her plate, handing her cutlery, and refilling her water. Liancheng refused none of it.
For the past four years, she had initially been in pain, conflicted, and struggled, until finally she became accustomed to resisting him, defying him, and also accustomed to fearing him.
She used to find excuses for Liang Chaosu, a thousand, ten thousand of them. She even considered the possibility of aliens replacing him.
But she never once considered that Liang Chaosu’s purpose was her.
When she left the country before, his sudden declaration that he wanted to support her had startled her.
Later, she recalled that Liang Chaosu hadn’t just hinted; he had almost explicitly stated it in the past year. For instance, when she graduated and pursued graduate studies, staying in the north and behaving herself, following his plans and arrangements.
Unfortunately, this deep resentment stood between them. He, piece by piece, held her captive in his palm, toying with her, insulting her, day after day.
She never thought of them in a romantic sense; she never even entertained the thought. She naturally interpreted those hints and explicit statements in a different context, and the logic held up.
Liancheng spoke without pause. Eating for so long made her seem mechanical, dull, and absent-minded. Liang Chaosu moved the plate away, “What are you thinking about again? You can get distracted even while eating?”
“You always seem to be asking what I’m thinking.”
Liancheng was restraining herself.
Whatever she thought, Liang Chaosu could see it at a glance. She was like a turtle in a shallow pond, he knew exactly when she would kick her legs, when she would stick out her head, and when she would flip over.
But him?
He was as deep as the abyss.
To this day, Liancheng trusted Shen Lichuan. He would never speak carelessly or joke with her about such matters.
But the logic?
The logic that allowed her to misinterpret things in the past now failed her. Liang Chaosu’s actions over the past four years being all for her simply didn’t add up; she couldn’t find a clear thread to connect these scattered pieces.
In the end, only submission remained, barely considered a form of harmony.
“Because I don’t know,” Liang Chaosu replaced her drink with juice, a vibrant green, with the scent of avocado and banana.
Liancheng couldn’t taste anything and pushed it aside after a few sips, “A lie.”
She echoed Liang Chaosu’s old judgmental tone. Every time she offered a plausible or implausible excuse, he could tell.
Liang Chaosu noticed her imitation, a hint of a smile in his eyes, “I truly don’t know. Your thoughts have always been—”
He tried to compare it, “Like the wind, like clouds, very natural, yet impossible to grasp or ascertain.”
Liancheng’s inner world was colorful and vibrant. Those who entered it wouldn’t want to leave.
Upon leaving, this world seemed cold, dull, and disgustingly vulgar.
Yet, trying to re-enter was like a fisherman who stumbled into the Peach Blossom Spring; no matter how many times he rowed upstream, he could never find the way back.
Liang Chaosu could see through all of Liancheng’s deceptive tricks, but he couldn’t see her hidden true feelings.
What a flower looked like in her eyes, whether she felt annoyed by the overcast sky today, or found the cool breeze pleasant.
Gradually, eighteen years of understanding began to rust in her resistant gaze, eroding into an unrecognizable state. The more she thought about it, the more unattainable it became.
