Chapter 143: Liang Chaosu Is An Extremely Dangerous Mentally Ill Patient
Liang Chaosu asked other questions, and Liancheng ignored him entirely.
With this sentence, Liancheng was utterly laughable.
“I hate you, do I need to doubt it?”
Liang Chaosu gazed at her, his hands hanging by his sides clenched tightly, so much so that his knuckles crunched. The blue veins on his arms throbbed wildly against his skin. “You used to smile at me, make jokes, throw little tantrums… Liancheng, even if you hate me, it wouldn’t be to this extent.”
Liancheng gave him a cold smile, her pupils dark and glistening, so black they were shocking.
“I was acting, and you saw through me every time, ignoring me with resentment and anger until the end. Your pretense is simply shameless.”
Liang Chaosu’s chest expanded sharply. In the dim lighting, his face was faintly green, like the sky before a blizzard, gray and bleak. “More than two months ago, before you discovered you were pregnant, you certainly didn’t hate me to the point of being mortal enemies. Back then, you just wanted to leave me.”
Liancheng could not deny it.
Recalling these four years, she was initially unable to recover from the immense shock. Her reason struggled to accept it, and her emotions found it hard to let go.
She had nightmares.
She dreamt that when she woke up, he was still her brother, and he had never done anything wrong.
Therefore, she resisted Liang Chaosu’s touch, yet couldn’t resist him softening a little. But that little softening didn’t stop him from encroaching further at night.
For the first two years, every blood vessel and nerve in her body was pulled back and forth within this, snapping.
In the third year, she spent seven hundred days and nights, bit by bit, erasing and cutting off the memories of eighteen years. She accepted that her brother was gone.
Her resistance escalated; the more intense it became, the more futile it was. At that time, she was still a little girl and couldn’t help but feel fear. For a while, she was dazed and almost surrendered.
She unintentionally read, 【 The final victory often lies in persisting a little longer. 】
She still harbored a thought in her heart, like unextinguishable sparks, which this sentence reignited.
She persisted, and then persisted again.
It was in these persistent efforts that resentment grew. Resentment accumulated into hatred, but the Liang family had raised her, and she cared for Mother Liang. Her hatred was suppressed in her heart, only seeking release.
Until she became pregnant.
This broken shell of hers gained a backbone. The Liang family’s actions had worn away her last tie. The flood-like hatred finally broke through the dam with his absurd and ridiculous, shameful excuse.
Love? Marry her?
Just three words.
If they were false, she could accept it.
If they were true, how sorrowful she would be.
A long silence filled the room, leaving only the sound of the gale on the snowfield rushing past the windows, the frame rustling faintly.
Liang Chaosu’s strong and imposing figure seemed to collapse suddenly.
Often, sharp curses, wishing to stab a knife into one’s chest and explode, were easier to handle than silent resistance.
The hatred in the former was accumulated grievance, while the hatred in the latter was a resolute severance.
His understanding of human nature was profound. Even now, he couldn’t help but ask, “Was I wrong? If not, you can refute me.”
Liancheng pointed to the door, signaling him to leave.
Explaining, refuting, dissecting herself, whichever path she took, it made her seem like a sinner.
Liancheng was resolute. She was not a sinner. It was not she who should confess her crimes, nor she who should sign.
“Liancheng, you can refute me,” Liang Chaosu repeated, his pupils bloodshot as if they would crack. The extreme frustration and pent-up aggression, with nowhere to vent, presented a fragmented and broken self-entrapment.
Liancheng said nothing. Her gaze was ice-cold, and her face showed no warmth.
Liang Chaosu was frozen by her gaze, standing stiffly at the foot of the bed like a statue.
After a long, dead silence, he retreated to the door and calmed himself. “Wash up, then we’ll go to the Whale Museum. I’ll be waiting for you downstairs.”
Liancheng watched the door close again, the lock clicking shut.
Only she remained in the space. Liancheng’s emotions became disordered, her breathing uneven, carrying her confusion and hesitation.
Until now, how could Liang Chaosu possibly let her go out?
……………………
When Liancheng went downstairs, Liang Chaosu was leaning on the left side of the sofa, reading.
Since the villa had a small study, the hotel would naturally have a few books displayed, half being biographies of famous people from ancient to modern times, and half on philosophy and psychology.
The Icelandic wind and snow were constant, the population small, and the loneliness boundless.
Once people are alone, they tend to explore their inner world excessively. Psychology and philosophy are very popular in Northern Europe, with various kinds deeply researched and meticulously categorized.
The psychology book Liang Chaosu was reading had an even more precise and nuanced classification: 《Interpersonal Relationships: Women’s Views on Marriage and the Transformation of Love and Hate》.
Regardless of what Liancheng thought, she feigned ignorance, dressed in her coat and hat in the foyer, and silently went out.
The car was parked at the door, with no driver.
Liancheng opened the rear door and got in.
Liang Chaosu’s figure appeared at the door. His clothes were the same style and color as hers. In the wind and snow, under the dim light of the foyer, he was enveloped in a somber, gloomy, and dull masculinity.
Liancheng retracted her gaze.
Liang Chaosu approached the car and saw her sitting in the back seat. His steps faltered for a second. His expression became even more desolate. He shifted his direction, did not go to the driver’s seat, and opened the rear car door.
“Sit in the front.”
Liancheng didn’t respond and didn’t move.
Liang Chaosu held the door frame.
Human nature is truly wondrous; it is ever-changing. A person can have many sides, but their fundamental core will never change.
Just like Liang Chaosu’s dominance. His lowering of his stance and concession might occur, but only when he was caught off guard and lost control for that brief moment.
Once he regained his composure and knew what he was doing, he remained the impeccable superior.
Liancheng did not dislike smart people, but the arrogance of smart people was utterly nauseating.
She got out of the car and moved to the front seat.
Liancheng knew very well that Liang Chaosu insisting she go out at this time could have any motive, but it certainly wouldn’t be to grant her freedom.
But she had to go out. Otherwise, an unannounced absence would lead Old Ghost to overthink, and Shen Lichuan would have gone to such lengths. If he knew she had a problem, he would definitely find a way to contact her again.
Her appearance would serve as notice that their plan was nullified.
The last time she lowered her head was when she explained to Shen Lichuan.
The Whale Museum that Liang Chaosu had booked was a pure white, neoclassical cylindrical building, three stories high. The first floor housed whale models, mainly displaying whales and dolphins found in Húsavík. The second floor contained actual whale skeletons, playing whale sounds under immersive deep blue lighting.
This floor was currently hosting two tour groups. Liancheng listened to them one by one and unknowingly merged into the crowd. When she realized Liang Chaosu wasn’t by her side, she saw Old Ghost in the blink of an eye.
Liancheng’s heart skipped a beat.
Old Ghost pushed through the crowd, grabbed her arm, and using the crowd as cover, he navigated through winding paths and entered the parking lot directly through an inconspicuous side door.
Liancheng was about to say something.
Old Ghost shushed her, “Shut up, listen to me first. Right now, my friend is pretending to be a psychiatrist and has informed the staff that Liang Chaosu is armed and is an extremely dangerous escaped mental patient from a hospital. He is highly likely to open fire in the museum, causing a tragedy similar to the movie theater shooting in Texas.”
