Chapter 223: Liang Chaosu Is Detestable
Lin Lanfeng closed his legs, his back stiff and proper, and he gave Lin Xianzi a look.
The person in charge reported on the phone, “There’s a problem with the parking lot police booth system, all three sets of car barriers, inside and out, are stuck. The repairman is late, and Old Mr. Mo’s bodyguards have taken it upon themselves to manually lift them.”
“Five minutes after the convoy left the laboratory, a bodyguard discovered that Liang Liancheng’s sample label had disappeared. After notifying everyone to check themselves, it was confirmed that Liang Liancheng’s blood, hair, and fingernails had all been swapped.”
Mo Shifu’s body suddenly swayed, and Mo Shicheng, unable to hold his phone, reached out with both hands to help him.
The family doctor, who had been silently waiting in the corner, rushed forward and quickly administered an injection. Mo Shifu’s breathing was heavy and rapid, and he strained to raise his other hand, pointing at the phone on the carpet.
Mo Shicheng rushed to pick it up, but Lin Xianzi got there first and asked the person in charge, “Have you found out who did the swapping?”
The person in charge recognized her voice and stammered, not daring to answer.
Mo Shicheng patted Mo Shifu’s chest. After his breathing stabilized, he reached out to Lin Xianzi, “Sister-in-law, Old Wei is an honest man, and honest men are timid. You should let me question him.”
Lin Xianzi raised an eyebrow, a faint smile on her lips. Beneath the mask, swordsmanship and saber play flashed, reflected in everyone’s eyes, the storm was imminent.
“Wei Lin, are you investigating my brother?”
The faint breathing on the phone instantly vanished, and the room fell silent. Only Mo Shifu’s ragged, angry breaths could be heard.
“Old Wei, you need to find out for sure.” Mo Shicheng’s expression was angry, “Sister-in-law is looking for her daughter, Lanfeng would never tamper with the samples.”
The middle-aged man’s voice on the phone was chaotic, each word difficult, “I, I found out. The nurse did it. I questioned them separately immediately, and their accounts were consistent.”
Mo Shicheng asked, “What was it?”
“Mr. Lin instructed them to change the samples and hand them over to Xiao Da, the secretary of the Liang Family chairman.”
Liancheng suddenly turned to look at Chaosu Liang.
He quietly gazed at her. The smile at the corner of his eyes from the previous topic was gone, replaced by deep, thoughtful eyes, a face so profound and unfathomable.
“You asked me to do the identification, but secretly swapped the samples, and even made arrangements with the Lin family?”
Chaosu Liang faced the sunlight. It was three in the afternoon, the light was strong, illuminating every inch of his expression, yet also seemed to swallow him.
“You saw Lin Xianzi’s reaction. You’re not her daughter, and by taking back the samples, I’m preventing anyone from causing trouble later.”
“You’re lying.” Liancheng tried desperately to suppress her emotions.
“Who would cause trouble after this? Does your logic make sense? If I’m not Ms. Lin’s daughter, and the results come out, I’ll give up. If others know I’m not Ms. Lin’s daughter, they’ll naturally give up too. Where would the trouble come from?”
Chaosu Liang remained motionless. In the deepest part of the light, his gaze, layers of gloom, layers of coldness, piled up, pressing down on her.
“The conflict within the Mo family won’t end anytime soon. If this paternity test isn’t swapped, someone will make a move to stop it. Without results, the samples will be kept, and that will be a root of trouble.”
Liancheng gasped for air. On the other side, the Mo family was arguing about something, and she couldn’t hear clearly. Her throat felt choked and numb, and the sunlight was painfully piercing.
“Ms. Lin doesn’t want to find her daughter. I don’t understand the inside story, but you should have known it long ago. But because I look seven parts like her, you feared the slim possibility and didn’t tell me the inside story, only letting me see my reaction. You were also afraid that if I only saw my reaction, I wouldn’t give up. So you went along with me for the medical examination, and secretly agreed with the Lin family to swap my samples.”
“Did I misunderstand you in this process?”
Chaosu Liang gazed at her, his brow furrowed, and said nothing.
“You also said that even if you didn’t swap the samples, someone would object and stop it. But if you did swap them, there must be a result.”
“So your agreement with the Lin family must have been you paying some price to get the Lin sisters to the end. Have I misunderstood you in this inference?”
Chaosu Liang’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “No, you’re very smart.”
Liancheng gave a sad smile. “You haven’t changed at all. From Iceland to home, you’re still you, just that the methods of confinement and coercion have moved to the shadows. Do you admit it?”
Chaosu Liang’s arm was still resting on the back of her chair. He didn’t retort or defend himself, remaining silent.
Not far away, Mo Shicheng suddenly burst into laughter.
“Sister-in-law, for all these years, every March on Eldest Brother’s death anniversary, you begged Father to send more people to search for your daughter. Now that she’s found, you’re suspicious of me, framing me, and don’t dare to acknowledge this daughter. Why? Is it because you know you can no longer gain sympathy?”
Lin Xianzi’s eyes grew colder. “Rather than asking me, you should ask yourself.”
“Ask me what? Sister-in-law holds the Far East Investment Company, and her security department is renowned worldwide. Yet she’s been attacked repeatedly in her own home in Singapore, and then rumors spread that I instigated it?”
Mo Shicheng had an aquiline nose and thick eyebrows, a tall and robust build. His medium-length hair was not effeminate at all. His aggressive, almost sinister aura, coupled with his righteous indignation at being wronged, was still less convincing than Lin Xianzi’s cold demeanor.
Mo Shifu slumped in his wheelchair, making guttural noises in his mouth and waving his arms erratically.
Lin Xianzi remained composed and asked for a document from her secretary. “Since my father’s first stroke last year, I have been shot at, kidnapped, and attacked in my home a total of seven times. Whether you instigated them is all here.”
Mo Shifu’s private doctor opened the document, quickly scanned it from beginning to end, and whispered the report in Mo Shifu’s ear.
Mo Shicheng clenched his fists, his peripheral vision subtly glancing at Liancheng.
She moved to a different seat, away from Chaosu Liang, her gaze fixed on Lin Xianzi, a lingering unease, a faint hope rekindling.
For every inch of her hope, the sharp man like a peak grew more solemn, and Mo Shicheng’s clenched fist relaxed a fraction.
The private doctor conveyed Mo Shifu’s attitude, “The main task today is to find the Mo family’s bloodline. All other matters will be discussed after we return to Singapore.”
Lin Xianzi was not surprised.
In terms of ability, Mo Shicheng was far inferior to her. In terms of schemes, Mo Shicheng’s methods were devious and cunning, with plenty of ruthlessness. Once understood, and with defenses in place, he was easy to deal with.
The fact that he could contend with her for so long was because Mo Shifu wanted her to support the Mo clan, yet also wanted his biological son to inherit the family business. For many years, he had been secretly guiding and supporting Mo Shicheng.
Singapore was Mo clan territory, and she couldn’t do anything to Mo Shicheng, but it was different in Hong Kong.
Mo Shicheng’s attempt to set a trap with the paternity test was purely self-defeating.
“Father, there is both human and physical evidence. I have already reported the case in Hong Kong.”
Mo Shifu immediately panted like an ox, his lungs like bellows, wheezing and gasping.
Mo Shicheng urged the private doctor to handle it, calmly standing to the side.
“Sister-in-law, you’ve been patient all this time, a good strategy. But there’s one thing I don’t understand. It seems you never really expected to find your biological daughter. Have you already found her remains?”
Lin Xianzi suddenly froze and stared at him, “You know?”
Mo Shicheng had a smile on his lips, but it was a cruel, sinister, and eerie smile. “Was it found in Ao Jia Wa? I happened to go there ten years ago.”
Lin Xianzi’s gaze was like a knife, sharp and directed at Mo Shicheng. “You don’t need to play games. When the remains were found, an identification was done—”
“It was fake.”
Before she could finish speaking, Mo Shicheng glimpsed Chaosu Liang again, his expression gloomy, sinister, and expressionless, locked onto him.
Mo Shicheng’s smile widened. “The identification was arranged by Father. He wanted to use this to appease your resentment, but unfortunately, you endured it silently, making you hate him even more.”
Lin Lanfeng suddenly stood up. “Sister, I personally flew to Europe to do the identification of the remains that year. The Mo family’s reach couldn’t extend that far. Moreover, even if the identification was fake, he’s utterly defeated now. Wouldn’t he have kept it secret and let you be an orphan forever instead of telling you the truth?”
Lin Xianzi’s face was icy, and she didn’t respond, her gaze precisely fixed on Liancheng.
Chaosu Liang stood beside her, capturing her attention. His eyes were as deep and cold as an abyss, a dark, bottomless pit without the slightest ripple, more terrifying than if there were ripples.
Lin Xianzi understood. Chaosu Liang was reminding her not to forget their agreement.
She had no intentions towards Liancheng; they were teammates. If she made a move, Mo Shicheng would immediately descend with support.
Although Mo Shicheng was facing prosecution, which was a foregone conclusion, he was not a Huaxia national after all.
As the case progressed to a certain extent, there would inevitably be a verdict: whether he would be extradited to Huaxia or repatriated to Singapore for trial.
There was much to be gained from this.
And Chaosu Liang had given her advance notice. Mo Shicheng’s political allies were about to run for election. In the past, Lin Xianzi would not have feared him at all.
But currently, she was in a position of holding Mo Shifu hostage. If the news reached the Mo family, the elders would exert pressure, and she would have to deal with it with all her might.
Moreover, even if she could free up her energy and bring the Lin family along, Chaosu Liang would not be easy to deal with.
He could facilitate a simple massive sum of money transfer, his path to release paved with real gold. She would need at least a short time to raise an equivalent amount of funds to obstruct him in Singapore’s political arena.
And if she moved the funds, the Mo family elders would certainly pinpoint her weak financial chain and attack her from all sides.
One move to defeat the enemy, using minimal force to achieve maximum results.
Lin Xianzi gritted her teeth. His depth of scheming, his cunning, his insight were terrifyingly accurate.
Even more detestable.
