Chapter 182: Liang Chaosu Returns To His Country
The morning of the fifth day.
Liang Chaosu finished his final checks. The doctor was very worried, “From the bottom of my heart, sincerely, I suggest you stay two more days. The incision hasn’t been sutured yet. Moving rashly will cause too much stimulation to the pericardium. Especially with high-altitude air pressure. Although the airplane has pressure control equipment, it will still affect the wound.”
Liang Chaosu insisted on being discharged, “I’ll contact a Huaxia doctor.”
With that single sentence, the doctor was helpless, “Huaxia doctors are also doctors. They are not gods; they cannot guarantee your absolute safety.”
Xiao Da arranged for a car and pushed the wheelchair upstairs. He encountered the doctor coming out of the hospital room with a stiff expression. Seeing him, the doctor handed him a slip of paper, “Save this online contact information. If anything happens on the plane, contact me.”
Xiao Da thanked him and accepted it.
Entering the hospital room, Liang Chaosu got out of bed and stood in front of the wardrobe to change.
There are many types of heart surgery, such as percutaneous coronary intervention via the radial artery and stenting. Patients can walk around on the same day.
Liang Chaosu had a stab wound. The doctor recommended a recovery time of one week. Today was the seventh day, but Xiao Da advised him to use a wheelchair.
“Director Liu from Xiehe Hospital in China suggested you be admitted to Jingdu Hospital.”
“I won’t.”
Xiao Da nodded, “Then try not to exert yourself. Continue to use the wheelchair to avoid the wound bursting open.”
Liang Chaosu paused, fastened his shirt buttons, and turned to stare at Xiao Da.
Under the harsh white light, he was enveloped, his silhouette tall and heroic. If he hadn’t lost over twenty pounds, he would have possessed a more imposing and powerful presence.
The deterrence of being looked down upon by a superior.
“Who did you learn that from?”
Xiao Da avoided his gaze. The air seemed to compress inexplicably. He honestly replied, “Miss Lian Cheng. She believes in ‘smashing the wall to open the window’.”
Liang Chaosu retracted his gaze, adjusted his cuffs, and fastened his wristwatch strap.
The forest green watch face reflected his jawline, which was tensed and displeased. “She is she. Don’t use those little tricks on me.”
Xiao Da bowed and apologized, reflecting that his courage had indeed grown.
A tiger that has been lying on the hospital bed for seven days doesn’t become a cat.
Lian Cheng stabbed the tiger with a knife, and the tiger was overjoyed. He imitated Lian Cheng’s move, and the tiger kicked him to Singapore to be a web administrator with Su Chenghuai.
“Zhang An has apologized and explained to Miss Lian Cheng again,” Xiao Da pushed the wheelchair aside. “Miss Lian Cheng doesn’t blame him, she just doesn’t accept you. She wants you to keep your promise and not enter her line of sight during non-working hours.”
Liang Chaosu felt a tightness, but he wasn’t sure where. He couldn’t breathe, and fumbled to unbutton his collar, but it didn’t help. He loosened his wristwatch strap again and asked Xiao Da to leave first.
He picked up the jacket he had thrown on the chair and tossed it to the ground, then sat down dejectedly, leaning back against the chair. Outside the window were the colorful rooftops of Iceland. The world was dim and vast, the only splash of vibrant color in the desolate snowy expanse.
Beneath the bright colors, thousands of households were warm and loving, with husbands going out to work and wives waiting for them at home to watch movies, or not waiting, as long as it was a home.
She said that invading with reason and invading without reason made no difference to her.
Liang Chaosu was not surprised. He leaned his head back, his arms hanging from the armrests, his legs stretched out. The thousands of households disappeared from his view, and his pupils reflected the unblemished white of the ceiling.
He couldn’t control his thoughts; they flooded out like a broken dam, a chaos of countless ideas. It was her unwavering idealism, her love for the world, her pursuit of beauty. Ten thousand dreams of clear moonlight and gentle breezes, not allowing a trace of filth.
It was her that he couldn’t shake for so long; his twisted violence, his uneasy madness, watched by her dark, indifferent eyes as he raged in embarrassment, his face contorted.
To love someone is like nitric acid; he had the courage to gamble and die, but not the courage to live in an abyss where he couldn’t find her.
Liang Chaosu closed his eyes. In this world, his name and hers must be inseparable.
But he would change.
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Upon arriving at the airport, Liang Wenfei had already boarded the plane early.
Liang Chaosu boarded the gangway. She dared not show herself and hid in the economy class at the back.
Rows of seatbacks stood upright, the cabin eerily silent like tombstones, like a graveyard.
Liang Wenfei clutched her belly and sat down with difficulty. The distance between seats was narrow, the seatback was hard, she couldn’t stretch her legs, and there were no entertainment facilities.
At the flight attendant’s reminder, she fastened her seatbelt. Fearing she might alarm the first-class cabin ahead, she silently bit her fist and wept.
Liang Chaosu had warned her. If she was not well-behaved after returning to the country, she would go travel the world with their parents.
She had thought about it for over thirty hours. How could that be considered not well-behaved?
Was it to be a ghost, unseen and unheard, after returning to the country, not drawing attention to herself, whether in public or private?
Or to fawn over Lian Cheng, to lick her boots, to give her all her past glory, and like a stray dog, wait for her revenge to strike with a long stick.
In the past, when Lian Cheng was in distress, Shen Lichuan would protect her. Now, it was her turn to fall into the mud. Would Shen Lichuan protect her? Only for the sake of the child.
The child—
Liang Wenfei abruptly stopped crying. The teeth marks on her fist were deep, black and purple. She didn’t care about the pain, let alone look.
A jolt like electricity shot through her scalp, and her pores tightened and opened, then trembled.
Liang Chaosu was in power. He no longer needed to endure, pretend, or yield. He was decisive and swept away all obstacles. Why would he be willing to bring her back to the country?
Was it merely to let Lian Cheng vent her anger?
Probably not. There was also Shen Lichuan in China, his confidant and sworn enemy, whom Liang Chaosu had planned to eliminate with ruthless intent, but was stopped by Lian Cheng like a trained dog.
Unable to make a move, Liang Chaosu was at a loss.
Realizing this, Liang Wenfei cried and laughed at the same time.
She cried because her future days would undoubtedly be difficult. She laughed because Shen Lichuan might still be hers.
As long as she was useful, and could firmly tie him down with the child in her belly, so busy that he had no time or opportunity to look for Lian Cheng.
Liang Chaosu would reward her, just as he had used her before.
The plane landed. Due to the time difference, it was still the fifth day in China, eight o’clock in the evening, and nightfall was deepening.
Liang Chaosu’s wound began to bleed through. If the outer skin and flesh stitches of the incision had opened, it would be manageable. But if the inner pericardium wound had a problem, he would face another heart surgery.
This was an optimistic estimate. If the pericardial wound ruptured too widely, blood would flood into the pericardium, causing cardiac tamponade, leading to immediate cardiac arrest and sudden death.
Xiao Da turned pale with fright. The pre-arranged medical team was waiting at the hospital. He directed the stretcher bearers to carry Liang Chaosu off the plane. He completely ignored Liang Wenfei and got into the airport’s dedicated ambulance to rush to the hospital.
The siren disappeared, and Liang Wenfei’s shadow appeared at the cabin door.
A car remained on the tarmac. Beside the car stood Liang Wenfei’s driver. Seeing the flight attendants helping her down, he strode forward, “Young Lady, Director Liang instructed me to take you to Huazhang Yi Hao Yuan.”
“Director Liang?” Liang Wenfei’s face was ghastly white. “My brother?”
The driver smirked sheepishly. He was hired by the Liang family, not the Liang Corporation. The head of the Liang family was still alive. According to tradition, Liang Chaosu was still referred to as the Eldest Young Master.
Calling him “Director Liang” was clearly an attempt to curry favor, making it seem less respectful to the Father Liang.
“Is Huazhang Yi Hao Yuan the resort villa area near the Liang’s Botanical Garden? The one that the Hu family’s development failed?”
The driver opened the car door for her. “Yes, you need to rest and prepare for childbirth. This place is quiet and has fresh air, perfect for you. Eldest Young Master also instructed that Hu Tiande has secretly returned to the country, and you should let him hide there. Now he can accompany you.”
Liang Wenfei’s face instantly lost every trace of color.
“I’m not going—” she cried out, “I’m not going. I’m going to find Lian Cheng.”
The driver politely refused.
Liang Wenfei tightly grasped his shirt collar at the chest. On her wrist, on her forehead, the sinuous blue-violet veins throbbed like venomous snakes spitting poison, scaring the driver pale.
“Take me to see Lian Cheng.”
