Chapter 213: Hong Kong Accident
Bai Ying returned to Nan Province at three in the morning.
At five in the morning, during the darkest part of the night, Shen Lichuan called.
“Did you return to Nan Province? If so, I’d like to talk to you. Can we meet at your favorite teahouse at seven?”
Bai Ying was browsing the internet, looking for trending topics about heartbroken girls at barbecue stalls. “Talk about what? You brought Liang Wenfei back to the Shen family. Liancheng and I have nothing to talk to you about.”
“Did you tell her?”
Bai Ying laughed. “Is it that serious? You’re outwardly righteous and inwardly unjust, magnanimous and benevolent. Liancheng would only wish you well if she knew. I’m too lazy to say.”
Shen Lichuan said gently, “I have a reason for keeping Liang Wenfei. It might be related to Liang Chaosu’s actions against Liancheng back then. Will you come?”
Bai Ying paused her mouse. “What do you mean, Liang Feng’s actions against Liancheng weren’t purely him being a beast? Is there something else?”
“I don’t know,” Shen Lichuan replied hesitantly. “Actually, I don’t want to make excuses for Liang Chaosu, but it involves Liancheng. She always likes sincerity. Even if it’s someone she hates, she wants to hate them thoroughly, not because of a misunderstanding or misconception.”
Bai Ying pouted. “I’m impressed. You two are truly like immortals, living on air and dew, your spirits intertwined.”
Shen Lichuan laughed helplessly. “I wish we were immortals. Only humans are bound.”
Bai Ying checked the time. “No need to wait until seven. Go to the teahouse at six and grab a seat.”
Shen Lichuan said, “Okay.”
Teahouses in Guang Province open at four, and in Nan Province, a bit later, at five.
Some traditional elders who can’t sleep get dressed and wait at the door at midnight. Of course, five-star hotels also have teahouses that open earlier, so you don’t have to queue if you go at seven, and they also have private rooms.
However, Bai Ying’s grandfather was a native of Guang Province, so Bai Ying, since childhood, would accompany her mother back to the Northeast one year and go to Guang Province the next to accompany her grandfather in squeezing into teahouses.
When it comes to specialties from the two regions, she either doesn’t eat them or eats the authentic ones.
Shen Lichuan, with the attitude of someone asking for a date, drove himself to queue.
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At the same time, a plane landed in Hong Kong.
Liancheng had no luggage and walked out of the airport empty-handed. She had arranged to meet Feng Shien at the exit before coming.
At half-past five, the sky was dark and heavy. Not far away, the city lights blazed. Up close, the tree canopies on the street cast colorful patterns on the pavement. A cold wind blew, and Liancheng shivered.
She stood on tiptoe, looking left and right, seeing nothing but taxis and buses. Liancheng declined several ride-sharing invitations.
A waiting driver chatted beside her, “Another big shot arrived in Hong Kong at four. A line of bulletproof luxury cars entered the tarmac. They were either politicians or tycoons.”
Another driver opened the car door, placing one foot on the platform. “Officials have plainclothes police following them, their waists bulging. Tycoons don’t have that level of security.”
The two drivers started chatting about prices. They spoke in Cantonese at a rapid pace. Liancheng understood, but not completely, piecing together meaning from word groups.
She waited a little longer.
The city skyline began to show the white of a fish’s belly, a thin, narrow line. The solemn night was pulled into a hazy purple.
The cold wind was strong. Feng Shien walked quickly up the steps, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over Liancheng.
She was startled and looked up, her cheeks rosy from the cold, her nose tip red, her eye sockets producing tears of cold. Her eyes were wide open like a pool of autumn water.
Feng Shien’s heart was momentarily drawn into her gaze. He pulled her lapel tighter. “My apologies, I’m late.”
Liancheng shook her head and raised her arm to take off the jacket. Feng Shien pressed her shoulder.
Liancheng paused. The wind blew strands of her hair down her cheek, inadvertently brushing against Feng Shien’s wrist, a fleeting moment that vanished.
Feng Shien’s tone softened. “I apologize. Ms. Lin suddenly arrived in Hong Kong, and I couldn’t adjust my schedule, making you wait for me for so long. The jacket is not about intimacy; it’s my apology.”
Liancheng’s heart pounded. She ignored the jacket and lowered her eyes to ask him, “Ms. Lin is in Hong Kong. Does that mean—are we going to see her now?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Shien didn’t answer.
Liancheng looked up. The sky in the distance was grayish-blue. Feng Shien’s car was about five steps away, its two headlights shining directly at her. He was staring at her intently.
Liancheng clutched the lapel of her jacket. “What is it?”
Feng Shien seemed to jolt awake, his gaze shifting slightly, a little flustered. “I just met Ms. Lin. You really resemble her, not just in your features, but also in your demeanor.”
Liancheng became even more flustered. She took a deep breath, her legs inexplicably weak, and asked again, “So, are we going to see her now?”
Feng Shien supported her with one hand and opened the rear car door with the other. “I apologize. Old Mister Mo Shifu has also transferred from Singapore to Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital. His condition is not optimistic, and the doctor has advised against any stimulation. Regarding the family recognition matters between you and Lian Yingying, Ms. Lin finds it inconvenient to come forward alone. We will need to discuss it after Second Master Mo arrives this afternoon.”
Public hospitals in Singapore include Singapore General Hospital, founded in 1821, which is Asia’s largest JCI accredited public teaching hospital.
Private hospitals include Tan Tock Seng Hospital, established in 1844, especially renowned for its neurology department, with its most famous treatment being stroke.
Both public and private hospitals are suitable for Mo Shifu’s condition.
Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital, while also famous, is inferior to these two in terms of reputation, history, and doctor’s resumes.
Moreover, for family recognition of bone and blood, Lin Xianzi finds it inconvenient to come forward alone. She must wait for Mo Shicheng from the second branch, and further discussions are needed.
Liancheng’s emotions were in turmoil.
In this world, wealth and power are like jars for raising gu, the more one loves money and power, the more they crave to devour their opponents and monopolize riches.
She disliked Liang Chaosu’s ferocity, but she couldn’t deny his ability and insight.
The danger of the Mo family, the venom of the second branch, Feng Shien’s brief words validated his warning.
But with that photograph, she had to come to Hong Kong.
The hotel arranged by Feng Shien was the Rosewood Hong Kong, with a presidential suite on the top floor overlooking Victoria Harbour.
Liancheng had seen the neon lights of Liang Group monopolizing the CBD river view in Nan Province, reflected in the ribbon-like river water, shining red, intoxicating orange, misty dark blue, and golden opulence, grand and magnificent.
The neon lights of Victoria Harbour were more extensive and broader. High-rise buildings stood shoulder to shoulder. As dawn approached, the neon lights gradually extinguished one by one, finally bathed in the morning light.
Liancheng found the golden light blinding. She used the remote to close the curtains, and the room returned to darkness. Her emotions were in a mess.
This was her first time leaving Nan Province, and she felt no novelty, only unfamiliarity.
Unfamiliar—the longing for her birth mother, her timidity, her fear, an uncertain floating sensation that kept her from settling.
On the other side.
The Mo family intended to conceal their movements, so Xiao Da received the news late.
Liang Chaosu had already driven to the retirement home for retired cadres in Qi Province.
The retirement home was built on the mountainside, with guards on the mountain road. It was difficult to enter without an appointment or invitation.
Liang Chaosu instructed Gu Xingyuan to take a pass from the storage box in the co-pilot’s seat.
Gu Xingyuan obediently opened it and looked at it. “Wow, a long-term pass. Director Liang, your connections are unfathomable.”
Liang Chaosu didn’t reply, frowning deeply, extremely impatient.
Gu Xingyuan had had enough. “Liancheng is gone, and you can’t leave for now, but this isn’t my fault, and you’re making me suffer.”
