Chapter 198: Even Half A Turn Of The Body Is Empty
Liancheng’s mistress is three years older than the teacher, has poor health, and is prone to panic and palpitations when frightened. Her only daughter is abroad and cannot return immediately.
Liang Chaosu understood the situation, paused for two seconds, and said, “I’ll finish at the scene and come down the mountain to find you.”
Liancheng did not respond and pushed his arm away.
She created distance, and the soft warmth beside her also withdrew, along with the faint fragrance from her hair.
Liang Chaosu’s half-turned body felt as if it were hollow.
She was refusing him to come down the mountain.
She disliked his constant presence and his entanglement.
“Old Wang has a hip fracture,” Liang Chaosu suddenly spoke, his voice deep and steady. “The hospital at the foot of the mountain is not a top-tier hospital. If surgery is needed, we’ll have to transfer or invite a renowned doctor for a flying visit.”
Liancheng turned back abruptly, staring intently at him.
Xiao Da also watched Liang Chaosu from the side. His expression was calm and composed, his eyes dark and profound. Despite sitting, his posture was noticeably thinner, but his aura remained awe-inspiring.
Liancheng pursed her lips, “Are you threatening me?”
Her gaze was like the sharpest knife, and Liang Chaosu’s hollowed-out half-turned body felt as if it were being gouged out inch by inch. He wasn’t threatening her, “This is the fact.”
Liancheng clenched her fists.
Xiao Da, seeing the situation turn bad, hesitated about how to speak.
In previous years, Liancheng was extremely cautious, and when interacting with Liang Chaosu, she always avoided others, rarely letting any conflict erupt in front of him.
Even when misunderstandings occurred, Xiao Da would explain. Unfortunately, he was slow with words and couldn’t persuade Liancheng, ultimately angering Liang Chaosu.
Liang Chaosu was aloof, and at that time, he was constantly vigilant about the Liang family, not allowing those around him to be too involved.
If Xiao Da hadn’t learned to be tight-lipped from his slow-wittedness, he wouldn’t have fared much better than those predecessors who were dismissed after three days on the job.
Xiao Da’s gaze fell on his feet, and he added in a small voice, “Actually—Mr. Liang has already instructed that the chief director of the orthopedics department at the provincial hospital be contacted.”
The shuttle bus happened to stop, and the clatter of the haphazardly crashing shelves disappeared. The deep mountain was silent, and Liancheng heard Xiao Da’s quiet voice, inevitably looking at Liang Chaosu.
Today, he was also not wearing leather shoes or a suit; his casual attire made him look tall and handsome, and mature and profound.
After getting out of the car, the lush green bamboo surrounded the mountain, making the sky seem high and the day brilliant. The sunlight was dazzlingly bright. In the intense light and shadow, he raised his hand and rested it on his brow bone, his eyes under the shadow becoming even deeper and sharper.
As if surveying the road conditions.
Liancheng also looked. The remaining short distance was not far, very close to the construction site, but it was bumpy from the soil transport trucks. It had rained last night, and large and small puddles had formed.
The shuttle bus wheels were small, and the frame was thin and brittle, making it difficult to proceed further. The driver knew their identities. When Liang Chaosu got on the bus, if he hadn’t already received a thousand yuan from Liancheng, he wouldn’t have dared to throw the big president onto the muddy road.
“The shortcut only goes this far. Please watch your step. Actually, this road was paved with gravel, so it’s not too muddy. Walk where there are more stones, avoid the puddles, and you won’t get too dirty.”
Liancheng got out of the car and saw the driver’s uneasy look as he tried to be careful. “We chose to take the shortcut voluntarily. Even if we fall into a puddle, no one will complain to you, cause you trouble, or affect your work.”
Xiao Da agreed, and Liang Chaosu also glanced over. His aura was more powerful than it seemed, yet his expression was indifferent, and he didn’t care about the muddy road.
Liancheng first came to Qingxi Valley. After descending the plank road, there was no path. The teacher led them through grass and streams, and finally, they walked barefoot in the mud.
Liang Chaosu’s initial project inspection was not the condescending, finger-pointing type. The path she walked into the mountains was also the path he walked. She stepped in mud, and Liang Chaosu also stepped in it.
The driver nodded repeatedly and smiled awkwardly, relieved, and backed away.
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At the same time, Shen Lichuan had finished the Africa project and had just returned to the country with his father.
Mother Shen picked them up, and on the way back to the Shen family, she was somewhat evasive with Shen Lichuan.
Father Shen was tired from the long journey and didn’t think much of it, only believing that Mother Shen still had lingering shadows. He couldn’t help but comfort her,
“Lichuan has sold off all the Africa projects. My cousin in the country has resumed work, and the review committee’s results have been issued. We have completely and safely escaped the vortex.”
“On the other hand, the Liang family is experiencing fratricide to the point of drawing a knife. One is hospitalized and almost lost his life, while the other is suddenly traveling the world. I think the Liang family is too preoccupied to worry about us, so don’t overthink it.”
Shen Lichuan knew that Liancheng had wielded the knife, but he had his own selfish motives.
Everyone in the Liang family was not simple, and Liang Chaosu himself was aware of this and deliberately concealed things to prevent those with intentions from making trouble for Liancheng.
Therefore, few people in the country knew the inside story, and the rumors and speculation were concentrated on the fratricide. Father and Mother Shen were unaware.
Mother Shen forced a smile, agreed with Father Shen, and then looked at Shen Lichuan in the co-pilot seat.
The driver was an elder of the Shen family, who had been Mother Shen’s dedicated driver for nearly fifteen years. He caught Mother Shen’s hesitation in the rearview mirror and spoke for her.
“Third Young Master, Liang Wenfei is at home. She insists on seeing you and has even brought the four-dimensional check-up images. She’s already five months pregnant, and Madam can’t bear to turn her away after seeing the baby’s small hands and feet.”
Before Shen Lichuan could speak, Father Shen’s face darkened. He couldn’t bear to blame Mother Shen and held back a burst of anger.
“This child, I’ve considered it. The Liang family is not benevolent, so we won’t be righteous. Your marriage with Liang Wenfei is absolutely impossible. If the child is born, it’s best if she raises it. If not, then we won’t concern ourselves with her, nor will you be allowed to entangle with her for the sake of the child, then—”
Father Shen sighed, “—then let’s consider that our Shen family never had this bloodline.”
Shen Lichuan nodded.
The car drove into the Shen family’s courtyard, and Liang Wenfei stood in the small garden in front of the entrance hall.
After nearly a month without seeing her, she was frighteningly thin, wearing a beige cashmere suit. Her knees protruded from under the short skirt, and her calves seemed devoid of flesh and plumpness, like two bamboo poles supporting black pantyhose.
Shen Lichuan got out of the car first. Mother Shen stopped him, “I asked the doctor who examined her. She’s carrying a girl, and little girls are delicate—”
Father Shen was also moved. Shen Lichuan had two older sisters who were cherished like pearls and treasures since childhood, but their husbands had poor genes, resulting in all grandsons and no granddaughters.
Shen Lichuan was about to say something when the driver called out, “Miss Liang.”
He turned around, and Liang Wenfei had already walked a few steps away, as quiet as dead wood, waiting for him silently.
Shen Lichuan did not want to argue with her in front of his parents, so he gestured for her to go upstairs to his study.
Liang Wenfei followed quietly. After the door closed, she still stared at Shen Lichuan, silent.
Shen Lichuan walked around the sofa and stood by the window. After waiting for a few more breaths, impatient with her charades, he asked, “What is it you want to talk to me about?”
Liang Wenfei’s belly was round and heavy. She had lost weight rapidly, damaging her body’s vitality. She couldn’t stand for long and, for some reason, didn’t want to sit, leaning against the back of the sofa. “I’ve been dreaming a lot lately. I dream that the baby asks me why Daddy doesn’t like her, and asks me—why she isn’t born.”
Today in Nan Province was a sunny day. The branches of the large trees outside had lost their leaves. Shen Lichuan’s face remained indifferent amidst the bright sunshine.
“If you’re still acting, I won’t be your audience.”
His tone was indifferent, a distant aloofness that repelled people.
However, Liang Wenfei was not as impatient as usual. She was remarkably calm, silently gazing at Shen Lichuan, “Then what if I want to talk about the four years between Liancheng and my brother?”
