Chapter 150: Liang Chaosu Asks How She Is
The gunman was forced off the operating table, and she couldn’t control her breathing.
The police coincidentally appeared.
Panic, struggle, a plea for help – she hadn’t yet had time.
The nurse pressed down on her mask, making a timely hint.
Inside the anesthesia mask was oxygen; something was placed on her neck, telling her to feign anesthesia and hold her breath in front of the gunman.
Lian Cheng had dared to take a risk before, faking her death on the operating table, and naturally had her reasons.
Twenty-three years ago, Nan Province had a shocking nationwide kidnapping case, the “2.17” case, involving an overseas Chinese couple returning to invest. The provincial department established a special task force, mobilizing the entire Nan Province police force with over three thousand elite officers for a sweeping investigation.
It was a pity that cameras were not yet widespread then; the police used a human wave tactic, investing regardless of cost, and only found the overseas couple two weeks later.
At that time, the husband of the overseas Chinese couple had died tragically, the female overseas Chinese had a miscarriage, and the severe bleeding left her on the brink of death; hundreds of millions in investment were abandoned.
The details of the case have not been announced publicly to this day.
However, within wealthy families, what should be known and what shouldn’t be known first caused an uproar, and then became a closely guarded secret. After Lian Cheng’s generation was born, all the families tacitly adopted an unwritten rule.
Regardless of how dull the children’s aptitude was, they had to master every basic life-saving skill. Swimming, driving, some rudimentary martial arts, and even a series of targeted training sessions specifically for dealing with kidnapping and extortion.
Among these, Lian Cheng was the best swimmer, capable of deep dives and possessing profound breath-holding skills, narrowly enduring the man’s probing.
After that group left.
Lian Cheng’s condition was not good. Her day had been terrifying; during the car accident with Old Ghost, the seatbelt had tightened around her lower abdomen. Afterwards, on the verge of life and death, her emotions fluctuated wildly, showing noticeable bleeding. The female doctor diagnosed a threatened miscarriage, and it was difficult to save the child.
The gang dared not move her casually. Sticking to the “hiding in plain sight” principle, they hid her in a residential house not far from the hospital.
She had observed the reactions of Liang Chaosu’s group and Old Ghost.
However, at that time, after settling into the residential house, the female doctor arranged various measures to try and preserve her pregnancy.
Under the effect of medication, and with the gang providing ample reasons for comfort, Lian Cheng couldn’t resist the drowsiness and slept for a full day.
It was now the morning of the third day after faking her death, after the female doctor had administered the progesterone injection and left.
She couldn’t bear it any longer and proposed to the gang members, “Old Ghost is to pretend I’m dead openly to deceive those two groups and cannot appear here. What about Shen Lichuan? In the country, the Liang family wouldn’t dare send people to track him, so it wouldn’t hinder me to contact him.”
The person left by the gang to protect her was a young man around her age who understood some Chinese. He had a buzz cut, dressed pragmatically and low-key, lacking the usual gang swagger, making him easy to like.
“Lian, your little enemy has returned to your country. He learned of your death and became extremely ferocious and crazy, immediately wanting to fly back to find Iceland at the airport, but was forcibly stopped by your great enemy. Shen said the situation is now very bad, a gale and raging storm, furious as thunder. He told us not to contact him easily, otherwise, we’d scare the snake.”
The Chinese language is profound and extensive; it’s normal for foreigners who haven’t studied it professionally to misuse words and phrases.
Moreover, with the context still present, it wasn’t difficult for Lian Cheng to understand.
“Wells Johnson Adrian—”
“Wells, Lian,” the man shrugged. “Although the full name is polite, it’s very unfamiliar. I thought after going through something big, we could be friends.”
“Wells,” Lian Cheng forced a smile. “Regarding our domestic situation, did Shen tell you anything specific?”
“Of course, he did.”
Wells recalled for a moment. “Shen said your little enemy broke up with your great enemy for you. After he was forcibly taken home, he suddenly spat blood, fainted, and was hospitalized. The little enemy’s subordinates declared war on the great enemy at their family company, and the situation became unmanageable.”
“The little enemy’s mother was heartbroken and hurt, and even took her anger out on Shen, constantly causing trouble for him. Also, their daughter is extremely crazy, moved into Shen’s home, and has been arguing with Shen.”
Lian Cheng lay on the bed, gazing at the ceiling.
Liang Chaosu spitting blood, fainting, and being hospitalized, yet his subordinates dared to declare war on Father Liang at the Liang Corporation – this was simply laughable.
Over the past four years, Lian Cheng had a general understanding of Liang Chaosu’s subordinates.
Those people were taciturn, pragmatic, and highly disciplined. If Liang Chaosu didn’t make a decision, they wouldn’t move even if it meant losing their jobs; they completely trusted Liang Chaosu.
There was no way they would lose their composure in a fit of indignation and challenge Father Liang.
Unless, Liang Chaosu’s spitting blood and fainting in the hospital was a pretense, and the plan was to remain behind the scenes and fight for power with Father Liang.
If things escalated, Father Liang wouldn’t be able to hide it from Mother Liang. Mother Liang’s grief, and the father and son killing each other more fiercely, meant her full resentment couldn’t find her and would be directed at Shen Lichuan, which was very much in line with her personality.
Moreover, there was also Liang Wenfei, the biological daughter who had devotedly loved Shen Lichuan for four years. At the critical moment of her pregnancy, Shen Lichuan actually betrayed her daughter and the Liang family to help her, the root of all evil, the culprit.
Lian Cheng could almost imagine the methods Mother Liang would use.
Then, Liang Wenfei moving into the Shen family’s home would be even more logical. Given her personality, she wouldn’t stop until she made the Shen family lose all face and turned the world upside down, to appease the Liang family’s hatred.
“I’ve implicated him.”
Lian Cheng no longer requested to speak with Shen Lichuan.
After their detailed plan was made, they had considered the possibility of Shen Lichuan being exposed, but certainly not this soon.
It must have been after Father Liang confirmed her death, and Liang Chaosu was being restrained domestically, leading to infighting within the Liang family.
Liang Chaosu wouldn’t easily believe she was dead; he would definitely send people to Iceland to investigate thoroughly, but he would also be wary of Father Liang and wouldn’t reveal Shen Lichuan for some time.
During this period, the Shen family, as a strong external support for Father Liang, could seize the opportunity to counter Liang Chaosu, leading to his defeat in the struggle with Father Liang.
Even if Liang Chaosu ultimately won, it would be a Pyrrhic victory.
And the Shen family could secure significant benefits in the Liang family’s internal conflict. At that point, even if Liang Chaosu wanted to deal with Shen Lichuan, with the balance of power shifting, he wouldn’t be able to act with impunity.
This was also why Lian Cheng believed she could grant Shen Lichuan his marital freedom.
But now Shen Lichuan had been exposed prematurely, the situation was stalemated, and in the eyes of the Liang family, it was best if she were truly dead.
Otherwise, not to mention the reaction of the other Liang family members upon her discovery, just Liang Wenfei alone, her hatred intensified, and if she acted erratically, her actions would be irreversible.
Wells exited the room and went downstairs to the first floor.
The living room was filled with smoke. A man with white hair, around fifty or sixty years old, sat on the sofa. Seeing him come down, he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
Wells walked to the side of the sofa. “Father—”
“You don’t need to report to me,” he waved his hand. “For all matters concerning Miss Lian Cheng, you only need to report to Mr. Liang.”
Wells acknowledged.
The man raised his hand, signaling him to leave. “There’s a Chinese idiom, ‘walls have ears.’ Mr. Liang specifically instructed that Miss Lian Cheng is very smart, strong, and bold, and doesn’t follow the usual path. So, in the future, when you contact Mr. Liang, you must never do it in this house.”
Wells bowed to receive the instruction, exited the residential house, got into a Passat parked by the roadside, closed the car door tightly, and then used his mobile phone to dial a number.
Apart from the delay of the international call, the other end connected almost immediately.
The man’s voice on the receiver was tired, yet full of menace.
“How is she?”
