Chapter 215: Liang Chaosu Is Here
Feng Shien arrived at the hotel in the evening.
Liancheng was not there.
When he called her, Liancheng answered after a long while, “Lian Yingying and I are at Central Shangmei.”
Feng Shien was greatly astonished, “When did you meet her?”
Liancheng glanced at Lian Yingying. The jewelry in the glass cabinet was dazzling, and the sales assistant was eagerly helping her try on necklaces and headpieces.
Liancheng replied, “At 3:10 PM, she knocked on my room door and mentioned that Mr. Lin Lanfeng gave her a card. We were talking, and I ended up accompanying her to look at jewelry.”
In fact, Liancheng could have simply not engaged.
But she knew very little about the situation in Hong Kong. Feng Shien was Lin Lanfeng’s friend, so his perspective was also limited.
She confirmed that Lian Yingying wouldn’t do anything to her immediately, so she decided to try and glean some information.
Unfortunately, Lian Yingying was occasionally annoyed, occasionally trapped, but at the most critical moments, she would promptly regain her senses and change the topic.
However, Liancheng was also certain that since Lian Yingying didn’t reveal her hand even now, she must be feeling uncertain herself.
Feng Shien frowned, then heard the sales assistant’s joyful flattery, “Have you tried it on?”
“No,” Liancheng touched the tightly wound bun at the back of her head, “I’m vigilant.”
Feng Shien breathed a sigh of relief.
Lian Yingying was suspected of having a connection with Mo Shicheng, and her ability to perfectly avoid all possibilities of a paternity test indicated she was familiar with the samples required for such tests.
In case Liancheng wasn’t careful and an accessory snagged her hair, which could then be collected by Lian Yingying for a private paternity test.
If the results were confirmed, Liancheng would be.
There were too many people dying from accidents in Hong Kong every year.
Feng Shien said, “It’s unsafe outside, try to go out as little as possible.”
Liancheng’s eyebrows twitched, “You didn’t warn me before, is there a situation now?”
“Yes.”
At 3 PM, the second wife’s son, Mo Shicheng, arrived in Hong Kong.
Kneeling before the bed, he cried and wailed, presenting evidence to accuse Lin Xianzi of ambition and orchestrating multiple attacks on herself.
He further accused Lin Xianzi of bringing a prematurely born child, buried in the wilderness, back to life, attempting to deceive for true family fortune with a false bloodline.
Mo Shifu changed his mind at the last minute and, after writing down a sentence, handed it to Lin Xianzi on the spot: “Do not put on shoes in a melon patch, nor adjust your hat under a plum tree.”
This sentence is from the Yuefu poetry collection, the preceding line being, “A gentleman guards against what may happen, and does not place himself in a suspicious position.”
Liancheng was, after all, not yet a member of the Mo family, and Feng Shien had been instructed by Lin Lanfeng not to reveal too much.
“Old Master Mo has made up his mind, Ms. Lin has proactively avoided suspicion, and the family recognition will be entirely handled by Mo Shicheng.”
Liancheng clenched her fist violently.
Previously, they were still discussing, with a tendency to participate together. And Liang Chaosu was far away in the country; based on mere signs, he could discern the second branch’s improper conduct.
How could the battle-hardened and wise Old Master Mo not see through it?
And Lin Xianzi, who managed the Mo Clan for over twenty years after her husband’s death.
The fact that Old Master Mo was abruptly transferred to Hong Kong, placing the family’s authority figure on her maiden family’s territory, was telling.
This was a scheme where everyone fought for their own advantage.
She couldn’t help but ask, “Does Ms. Lin truly want to find her daughter?”
The traffic on the road was incessant, and the noise was loud, making Feng Shien’s voice exceptionally soothing and comforting.
“I only met Ms. Lin once early this morning, so I can’t answer you. But don’t worry, Lin Lanfeng wants to see you.”
Liancheng stood up, “When?”
“Now, I’ll be there shortly.”
Lian Yingying was startled by her movement, “Liancheng, what’s wrong?”
Liancheng picked up her bag, “Sorry, I have a sudden appointment, I need to go.”
She stepped out, and Lian Yingying’s eyes darted as she hurried to follow.
But the jewelry on her neck and earlobes was still on, and several sales assistants immediately surrounded her, blocking her with smiling faces.
When Lian Yingying peeked out and looked again through the gap in the crowd, Liancheng’s figure had already vanished without a trace.
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Feng Shien drove an SUV. Traffic in Central was heavy in the evening, making parking difficult, so he arranged to meet Liancheng at the bottom of a slope.
As it neared seven o’clock, the city skyline’s colorful neon lights, one after another, replaced the last trace of twilight’s rosy clouds.
Liancheng came down the ramp.
Feng Shien leaned against the front of the car, a cigarette held between his fingertips. The gray smoke winding into the night permeated his beige trench coat, his eyebrows and eyes, before being suddenly dispersed by the wind.
Men rarely choose white after reaching adulthood.
Liancheng was accustomed to calm and deep color palettes – black, gray, dark blue – which greatly enhanced their aura visually.
Few men could wear white and look fresh and enduring while not losing their heroic demeanor.
But she hadn’t smelled smoke in a long time, at least not up close, and she frowned, enduring it as she approached.
Feng Shien keenly perceived her resistance, observed her carefully for a few seconds, extinguished the cigarette butt, and threw it into a nearby trash can. “Sorry, I didn’t know you disliked the smell of smoke.”
Liancheng couldn’t stand it but wasn’t harsh with outsiders, “It’s nothing, smoking is harmful, but whether to smoke is personal freedom.”
“In our few meetings, you don’t seem to like advising others.”
Feng Shien’s words were not judgmental, but purely a spontaneous observation.
Liancheng opened the car door, leaned on the frame, and looked at him, “Is this wrong? I don’t change people, and people don’t change me. Our relationship is equal, and life is unique.”
The night wind carried the street’s commotion, and the smoke had completely dissipated.
The neon lights on the side streets had a different kind of vibrancy, reflecting on Liancheng’s profile.
The flowing traffic, the crowds, the tall buildings, the advertisements projecting a new prosperity, were all less captivating than her black hair blowing past her eyebrows and eyes.
A touch of allure, a thousand degrees of cold detachment.
She was indeed—exceptionally unique.
Feng Shien couldn’t help but ask.
“What if someone were willing to change for you?”
Liancheng’s body froze for a moment, clearly stiffening for a few seconds before getting into the car.
“I don’t need that.”
The co-pilot’s door closed from the inside.
Feng Shien felt she was acting unnaturally, and her tone was also stiff.
He stood there for a moment, not wanting to keep her waiting any longer, walked around the car, and drove away from the street.
Lin Lanfeng’s meeting place was a private boxing gym in Central.
Feng Shien led her in with a swipe of her card.
The reception area was no different from many boxing gyms in Nan Province.
The only difference was that the promotional board on the left was an enormous, massive photograph of skiing on a snow-capped mountain. The man wore ski goggles and a hat, dressed in a completely black ski suit.
On the vast white mountain, he stood at the forefront of a snow avalanche, like a black sword breaking through the wind and snow, or like conquering thousands of troops, bringing with him the power of nature.
Feng Shien introduced her, “The man in the photo is Lin Lanfeng. He loves extreme sports. Early on, he challenged one of the eight great peaks, the Oztzi, for a downhill ski race. He unfortunately encountered a snow avalanche mid-way, but he ultimately succeeded.”
“Hong Kong media reported that it was due to his boxing training that he had solid footwork, and they even gave him a nickname, ‘Lin Fat Legs’. Later, the boxing gym owner asked for his permission and displayed his giant color photo here.”
The photo depicted vast wind and snow, a powerful tension between life and death, yet the face was unclear.
Liancheng nodded and followed Feng Shien to the boxing ring.
The person on the stage wore a helmet, their figure moving vigorously and powerfully, their appearance indistinguishable.
Liancheng leaned closer to Feng Shien and lowered her voice, “Is tonight just a casual meeting?”
Feng Shien, with gentlemanly demeanor, deliberately maintained a distance from Liancheng. She suddenly shifted closer, almost by his ear.
Her breath, the fragrance of her hair, enveloped him strand by strand, a faint, serene scent.
Feng Shien felt an inexplicable heat and loosened his tie. “I know what you’re going to ask. Nephews and uncles can also undergo paternity tests, but Old Master Mo has given his word that this must be done privately.”
The sound of flesh hitting flesh on the stage stopped, footsteps crossed the ropes, and they approached within a few steps.
Liancheng smelled the strong scent of sweat. A heavy arm was placed on her shoulder, and the man’s warm body temperature permeated through.
She pushed away uncomfortably, but the arm tightened its grip immediately.
Lin Lanfeng saw the photo Feng Shien had shown him and was surprised that the person was even more like the photo in person.
“You’re called Liang Liancheng?” he asked directly, “What’s your relationship with your brother, Liang Chaosu?”
The man’s bare chest pressed against her back, the moisture seeping through her clothes, the smell of sweat filling her nostrils, choking her.
Liancheng’s anxiety ignited, “Mr. Lin, since you have a mouth, use it less for trouble-making.”
Lin Lanfeng wasn’t angry. His gaze was fixed on Liancheng’s nose tip, fair and tender, with beads of sweat appearing, almost obscuring a small mole.
He raised his hand to wipe it.
In the next second, his hand was suspended in mid-air, caught by someone, and twisted forcefully to the side. The excruciating pain in his muscles and bones made him retaliate with his greatest strength.
The attacker’s aura was overbearing and dangerous. He opened his hand to catch the punch and, with a pull and a throw, took advantage of the momentum.
The immense force was met with considerable skill.
Lin Lanfeng was completely out of control, torn away from Liancheng. Like a trash bag released and tossed aside, he was blown back several steps by the strong wind, falling and leaning against the edge of the stage.
“She told you to stop messing around, and you’d best not.”
Lin Lanfeng narrowed his eyes, recognizing the person’s face, “Liang Chaosu?”
