Chapter 218: The Remains Of Lin Xianzi’s Daughter
“I don’t need your repentance.”
Liang Chaosu’s throat felt rough, like cracked rotten wood soaked in blood, “You have no responsibility, it’s all on me.”
Perhaps it was in this instant that he could feel it exposed.
Liancheng vaguely sensed his thoughts, “Are you implying you want to take responsibility for me, or do you truly recognize the mistake of forcing others?”
Liang Chaosu remained silent.
His gaze, falling upon her face, made Liancheng feel cold and heavy, like billions of tons of steel.
She couldn’t afford it, didn’t want to bear it, yet it felt scalding hot, burning her skin, penetrating bone and blood, reaching the depths of her soul.
It was too profound, she trembled, “How could you become like this—”
She was suddenly bitten.
The shadow of the man bowing his head was fierce to the point of losing control, completely enveloping her.
The space was narrow and stuffy; her nostrils were filled with the coolness of mint, silently boiling.
His kiss was like a form of devouring.
Until the last second of suffocation, Liang Chaosu’s nose bridge ground against her nose tip, their breaths mingling, “Don’t you have an answer?”
Liancheng did not.
In the hospital in Iceland, she held a dagger, and he held her, wanting to trade her objectivity for a single stab, to find her brother who had gone mad, and the madman who had turned into a devil’s answer.
But she realized his strong possessiveness, yet understood him even less.
It was clearly him who was overbearing and fierce, bending her bones, the one who controlled from above, yet how could he be in a state of madness and pain.
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The next morning, after Liang Chaosu had washed up, he left the bedroom.
Liancheng’s room door was still closed; he knocked, but there was no response from inside.
He instructed, “I’m going out for a bit.”
Liancheng opened the door, “Where are you going? To see whom?”
Liang Chaosu knew she was on guard, afraid he would go out and tamper with things privately, yet he still managed a faint smile.
After the smile lines faded, he asked, “Having breakfast, together?”
Liancheng scrutinized him.
Liang Chaosu wasn’t wearing his usual neat and formal suit, but casual pants and a crew-neck sweater, looking mature and relaxed.
Liancheng rarely saw him dressed so casually, but his usual demeanor was stern and solemn; this languid look wasn’t part of his act when colluding with others.
She closed the door heartlessly, “No.”
Liang Chaosu knocked again, “Then what will you eat? I’ll bring it to you.”
Liancheng was browsing news from Singapore and Hong Kong, impatient to deal with him, “The hotel has waiters who can deliver.”
With a few brief words, Liang Chaosu knocked again, and she came stomping towards the door.
With a “click,” the door was locked from the inside, her attitude clearly showing she was annoyed with him.
Liang Chaosu paused for a second, then abruptly clenched his fist against his lips, unable to contain his amusement.
He took the elevator straight down to the second-floor restaurant. To his right was the buffet area; he turned right, passed through a subtly luxurious corridor, and approached a private room near the fire escape, which was open.
Lin Lanfeng was facing the door, eating breakfast, alternating between a bowl of car-zai noodles and a steamed custard bun with lotus seed paste.
On the table were various dim sum: siu mai, steamed phoenix claws, glutinous rice rolls… a dazzling array of over twenty dishes, their aroma rich and full.
Liang Chaosu closed the door, opened the window, pulled out a stool by the door, and sat down.
Lin Lanfeng stopped him, “I’ll take the main seat, you sit at the end, then you’ll use it as an excuse to accuse me of being impolite?”
Liang Chaosu’s knuckles tapped the tabletop, “Just tell me the result.”
Lin Lanfeng looked up at him, then, swallowing a bun, wiped his mouth with a napkin, “My sister agreed. She’ll expedite Mo Shicheng’s paternity test. It’ll be done this afternoon, results tomorrow, and then you’ll leave Hong Kong.”
Liang Chaosu’s tone was pale, “My condition is no paternity test.”
Lin Lanfeng raised an eyebrow, resting his arm on the chair back, implying, “Without the paternity test process, even if you go back, you’ll have to return.”
Liang Chaosu gazed at him. Yesterday, Lin Lanfeng was clearly under his control and uncertain about his relationship with Liancheng, but overnight he seemed to have gained some understanding.
Without concrete evidence, Liancheng wouldn’t believe it.
“The test results, how can you guarantee them?”
“It’s not us guaranteeing it.” Lin Lanfeng glanced at him sideways with a hint of ferocity, “It’s that Mo Shicheng will absolutely only recognize Lian Yingying.”
Liang Chaosu understood. Lin Lanfeng had perhaps realized the trap from the moment he first encountered Lian Yingying, and the Lin family had simply played along.
But Lian Yingying had presented herself, and given the Lin family’s vast resources, they wouldn’t be like ordinary people without vigilance; naturally, they would conduct their own investigation, and privately they found Liancheng.
The act was so convincing that Mo Shicheng could believe the Lin family had truly been fooled.
But they had forgotten one thing: playing along has prerequisites.
Mo Shicheng and Lin Xianzi had been fighting for so many years; using only the trick of family recognition was too simplistic. If there were backup plans, the Lin family would be powerless to recover.
Liang Chaosu turned his teacup.
After he sat down, his bowls and chopsticks remained untouched, his cup empty of tea; he showed no intention of eating, as if he had only come to glimpse the result.
Now, the result was unsatisfactory.
He put down his teacup, “I never hand over fatal evidence to others.”
Lin Lanfeng’s eyelids twitched violently, “What do you want?”
Liang Chaosu was extremely indifferent. He was younger, dressed casually and leisurely, and though seemingly carefree, he always possessed an unfathomable aura.
It made people feel timid, feel hollow.
“The sample for Liancheng’s test must be taken away by my people after it leaves here. As for the remaining procedures, you’ll find another way to supplement them.”
“Impossible.” Lin Lanfeng flatly refused, “Tampering with the testing process could alert Mo Shicheng.”
“You also said ‘could’.”
Liang Chaosu’s gaze fell on his face, “Hong Kong is where the Lin family made their fortune; the Mo family’s roots are in Singapore.”
Lin Lanfeng still wouldn’t agree.
Liang Chaosu’s smile turned sharp, “The Singapore Finance Minister is nearing a change of term, and the person Mo Shicheng supports is quite good. The Huang family told me that this person is currently struggling with insufficient political funds. I have issues with my projects in Singapore, and I can go knock on his door. After all—”
His smile widened, becoming even more cutting, “Domestically and abroad, what I lack the least is money.”
Since Lin Lanfeng could find out he had a hunting ground in Africa, he naturally knew about his listed capital abroad.
Moreover, last night was just adding leverage; the plan was already in motion today.
If they dragged their feet any longer, wouldn’t Mo Shicheng be overjoyed?
Lin Lanfeng gritted out the words, “Your sister might not protect you; you protect her flawlessly.”
Liang Chaosu stared at him intently, without speaking.
Lin Lanfeng’s chest blazed with anger. He was eleven years older than Liang Chaosu and had won and lost many fights, but he had never been threatened so directly as if kicked in the face.
“You win. But—” he finally couldn’t stand it, “Are you so afraid of your sister leaving? You don’t dare risk even the slightest possibility?”
Liang Chaosu pondered deeply.
The Huang family had subtly corroborated that Lin Xianzi had already privately found her daughter’s remains.
She never made a fuss, only to occasionally ask Old Master Mo to send people to search, seeking pity and seizing power.
But Liancheng was too much like her, and her birthday was close to Lin Xianzi’s date of miscarriage. Lin Xianzi couldn’t help but have her suspicions.
Once she suspected, knowing Liancheng’s private dealings with him, and with Liancheng steadfastly wanting to leave him, she would inevitably test the waters.
He scrutinized every expression on Lin Lanfeng’s face, “Did your sister ask you to ask this?”
“It has nothing to do with my sister.” Lin Lanfeng subtly taunted him, “My sister is busy with her affairs and has no time for gossip.”
Instead of getting angry, Liang Chaosu chuckled, got up, and grasped the doorknob, “It’s good that your sister is like this; at this critical juncture, she should be focused on execution.”
