Chapter 165: Shen Lichuan’s Crisis
The ward’s ceiling had a segmented light strip extending over the head of the bed.
Light shone over, and from Liancheng’s angle, she could see every inch of Liang Chaosu’s face up close.
His brows were stern and gloomy, his temples pulled tight to his jaw into a straight line, yet his gaze did not shift towards Bai Ying by an inch.
The tolerance was beyond expectation; after tolerance came disregard.
“If you firmly believe I’m a pervert, playing this game,” Liang Chaosu’s finger traced the hair strands at her temples, “then I’ve lost.”
Bai Ying was extremely disdainful, sneering silently, while Bai Yixian grabbed her mouth without a word and forcefully dragged her out.
“You are my ancestor, my little ancestor. He’s filled with regret. You curse him a couple of times, and he won’t have the energy to deal with you. Seeing him adjust his state, don’t screw this up.”
Liancheng heard the phrase “adjust his state.”
The door closed.
The ferocity in Liang Chaosu’s eyes faded, replaced by a hint of tenderness. His movements became gentle as his thumb caressed her cheek, barely feeling the rough sensation of calluses.
“You are too strong and brave. I was too eager and ambitious. I took a hundred steps only to find you retreating, and I was going crazy too,” he said, caressing the corner of her eye.
“I forgot that you were also enduring pain when you returned to the Liang family. I just wanted to use Liang Wenfei to make you understand that they had already changed. It wasn’t your gaze, nor was it your argument with Liang Wenfei.”
“You grew up in the Liang family, yet you are different from all of us. You are generous and cute, so you are upright. We are utilitarian and narrow-minded, showing favoritism only to a limited number of people. Liang Wenfei is blood and kin. You accepted your imagined mother upon meeting her. Keeping you is because I don’t want you to leave.”
Liancheng stared at him blankly, the coldness in her eyes never warming even a bit, frozen beyond redemption.
Until now, to her, the Liang family was like a lesion that had been surgically removed. What Father Liang said, what Liang Chaosu said, what the truth was, she did not want to discern.
Liang Chaosu gazed at her silently.
She did not get agitated by the past; she only had clear likes and dislikes regarding the results. He could explain, and even bare his chest for her to see, but to her, the wound was real, and she hated him as much as she felt pain.
Bai Ying’s voice came from outside the door, “I never screw things up. I called a doctor to see the patient. How can the patient not even be able to speak, or slap someone? At least let them curse the beast a couple of times.”
Sounds of tearing, stumbling footsteps, utter chaos.
Liang Chaosu stroked her hair, slowly laid her down, pulled up the quilt, then stood up and opened the door.
Bai Ying, caught off guard, pushed the doctor, almost causing her to fall flat on her face.
A hint of surprise flashed across Bai Yixian’s face, but then he chuckled and steadied Bai Ying, giving the doctor a nudge, “Let’s see the patient first.”
Liang Chaosu moved aside, allowing the doctor to smooth her disheveled White Coat and offer a polite smile, “Mr. Liang.”
By the time Liancheng woke up, Bai Ying had already checked on her.
Although she was an orthopedic doctor, during medical school, she had studied clinical medicine as a broad foundation, only specializing in her chosen field during her master’s degree.
She understood general surgery. Regarding gynecological miscarriages, while researching progesterone injection papers and literature previously, she had also thoroughly consulted the Head of Gynecology at Xiehe in Jingdu.
She was well-prepared and terrifyingly capable, knowing Liancheng’s condition clearly. Calling a doctor was purely a distraction.
As expected, after the gynecologist’s examination, the conclusion was the same as hers.
The stomatologist was also similar. After informing her of the condition and subsequent precautions, he advised Liancheng, “A person’s biting force is not enough to instantly sever their tongue, and the human body only becomes life-threatening with a blood loss of over 1.5L. Biting one’s tongue to commit suicide often appears in literature, but from a medical perspective, the possibility of such an act is very small. If you have the courage to die, why not live and resist?”
Bai Yixian couldn’t help but look at Liang Chaosu in astonishment. He stood behind the doctor, showing no anger, nor any intention to stop them, appearing completely unfazed.
His gaze remained calmly on Liancheng’s face, watching her transition from surprise to hatred, her complexion turning ghastly white inch by inch, and her eyes closing, her eyelashes trembling incessantly.
Bai Ying reacted a beat late, “Liang Chaosu, what trick are you playing? If you really want Liancheng to resist, she wants you to get lost the most. So, get lost.”
The doctor, not fully understanding Huaxia language, completed his assigned task and looked at Liang Chaosu, “Mr. Liang, regarding your plan, the expert team at Mayo is currently in a meeting discussing it. Would it be convenient for you to come over?”
Liang Chaosu nodded, lingered for two seconds, and Liancheng did not open her eyes.
He passed by Bai Ying, nodded towards Bai Yixian, and his figure disappeared through the doorway.
“No—” Bai Ying was astonished and uncertain, “He’s really leaving?”
Bai Yixian closed the door, “You fool. I told you he was adjusting his state, just wait and see what happens next.”
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“Can’t wait for what happens next—”
Father Shen sat at the head of the conference room, pointing at the nose of Feng Chengshu, Shen Lichuan’s secretary, and scolding him sternly, “Are you my Shen’s person, or Liang Chaosu’s person? At this point, what are you waiting for?”
Feng Chengshu stood stiffly before the PPT screen, restraining himself from glancing at Shen Lichuan, who was to Father Shen’s lower right.
Father Shen noticed this, his expression becoming even more obscure. He pointed to the Head of the Legal Department on his left, “You explain.”
The Head of the Legal Department stood up.
“Currently, we have traded three batches of goods with Africa and are facing accusations of dumping and smuggling.”
“Among these, the second batch of goods, which should have been exported through normal trade or postal channels, went through the cross-border e-commerce retail import and export channel. This is standard smuggling, and we will have difficulty winning the case.”
“Dumping refers to a situation in normal international trade activities where a product exported to another country is priced below its normal value in the domestic market or other relevant markets. Our pricing is slightly lower than the general international market price, but within the scope of commercial competition, we have a seventy percent chance of winning.”
Father Shen raised his hand to signal downwards, and the Head of the Legal Department sat down.
Father Shen looked at Shen Lichuan, “Do you know who the Head of Liang’s Legal Department is?”
“Wen Yisheng, a disciple of Xin Youdao. Xin Youdao is currently working at the United Nations and was formerly a senior legal consultant for the World Trade Organization.”
Father Shen’s expression was serious, “Wen Yisheng resigned from Liang’s the day before yesterday and is taking a flight this afternoon at three o’clock to provide legal consultation to African enterprises. With his involvement, our seventy percent chance of winning would drop to at most forty percent.”
“Shen Lichuan—” A middle-aged man in an administrative jacket suddenly burst in, “Get out here.”
Father Shen recognized the newcomer and immediately stood up. His secretary behind him pulled Feng Chengshu aside and dispersed the executives who were in the meeting.
Shen Lichuan walked towards the newcomer, “Uncle Shen, how come you—”
“Slap—” A loud slap made Shen Lichuan turn his head.
In his extreme anger, the man had used all his strength. Shen Lichuan’s teeth began to bleed, and a handprint instantly appeared, red and swollen on his cheek.
“You asked me to help secure the bank loan before, and I agreed out of kinship,” Mr. Shen said, enraged.
“But I agreed to the Liang Gu project, to rescue a quality enterprise. Not for you to suppress competitors and pursue personal gain. Shen Lichuan, there are no limits to business methods, but there must be a bottom line. Do you live up to my trust?”
