Chapter 289: He’s Here
Lin Xianzi’s smile was as if painted on her face, insincere but amplified with happiness.
“I told her, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief. Not out of worry for you, but for the beast who forced her, and for dying to save her in a nauseatingly dramatic way. She found it unbearable and unacceptable.”
Liang Chaosu’s expression changed.
Lin Xianzi admired the scene, “I am very pleased that my daughter has not been mentally conditioned, castrated, or belittled by you. She has maintained an independent, complete personality. As a woman, cherishing her own body and its value is greater than someone loving her.”
Liang Chaosu’s face was like a solidified reef, battered by waves, submerged and eroded. He was calm, composed, having already accepted it.
“When she heals, I will willingly bear the price.”
Lin Xianzi looked down at him condescendingly, “Why wait? She doesn’t need you to save her now. In fact, I am only here to see you today because, after knowing the whole process, I cannot reconcile your pathological logic, nor can I guard against you going mad at any moment to try and gain her again by harming and threatening her.”
Liang Chaosu was direct, “I don’t need you to reconcile or understand.”
“Mo Shifu returned to Singapore and immediately boarded the EMA’s PRAC. The Budapest city government has also approved the parade application for the anti-drug protests.”
“The leader’s wife, like Liancheng, also suffers from lupus. Due to Far East Pharmaceutical’s early concealment, the kidney source match was improper, and the rejection reaction was severe, leading her to attempt suicide several times. Mo Shifu’s private doctor contacted him this morning, and they had a pleasant conversation.”
EMA is the abbreviation for the European Medicines Agency, and PRAC is its subordinate Pharmacovigilance Risk Assessment Committee.
Far East Pharmaceutical’s problems radiated worldwide. Lin Xianzi was not the instigator of the pharmaceutical issues, nor the main culprit, but she was deeply troubled by such large-scale collective harm and illness, accepting her responsibility for insufficient supervision.
If Liancheng had not been ill, regardless of how the European Union handled it, how the victims protested, or even sought revenge, she would have undertaken it without hesitation.
But Liancheng was also a victim of the injections. This served as a natural outlet for the public, and she could shield them from their verbal attacks and schadenfreude. Before Mo Shifu interfered with the kidney source issue, the obstacles were not too great, but Mo Shifu was ruthless and had already taken action.
“You are well-informed in Europe.”
Liang Chaosu said coldly, “I am well-informed, but you are not cautious. In a foreign land, your control is limited. Leaving her outside the scope of rapid response shows your dereliction of duty, your impulsiveness, and your inadequacy.”
A sharp glint flashed across Lin Xianzi’s eyes, then she calmed down and instead smiled, “You are indeed impressive, seeing through my persistent problem in just a few words.”
“But I am a normal person. I don’t have dark, narrow-minded, perverted possessiveness. I allow and welcome others to care for her. If something truly happens, Shi En’s ability is more than enough to get her away.”
Liang Chaosu clenched the hand resting on his knee, the ceiling lights casting a pale, stark glow, revealing the chilling intensity in his eyes.
The angrier he became, the more silent and roaring it was; the more composed he was, the deeper and more unfathomable it became.
He was like the wind and rain about to come, gathering his strength.
“I advise you not to act rashly.”
Lin Xianzi’s hatred intensified, “Liancheng told me that she bears primary responsibility for losing the child. Not to mention the reason for the child’s birth, it was an act of violence and sin to her. You knew this clearly in Iceland; she could only have a stable pregnancy and recovery away from you. If you had had even a shred of heartache or consideration, you would not have pressed her step by step, acted so brazenly, and forced her into despair and lifelong infertility.”
The last ray of rosy clouds at dusk fell into the distant valley, and the vast, chaotic indigo night color swept over the window and collapsed into the room.
Liang Chaosu seemed to solidify, ashes of volcanic eruption from the inside out, like a long-dried silence, yet more like a stone than peace.
Lin Xianzi opened the door, and the secretary immediately stepped forward. Through the crack of the closing door, the man’s stern, taut jaw was so cold it sent shivers down her spine.
He was seven parts fearful and three parts suspicious, “He wants to see Miss, but he doesn’t try to please or respect you. He puts on such an arrogant front; does he have some other backing?”
If not, in this world, where can a man marry someone’s daughter and then slap the wife’s face repeatedly?
Lin Xianzi said plainly, “Because he knows no one would approve of him and Liancheng, especially me. Trying to please me would only make me look down on him more. As for backing…”
She did not explain.
The secretary understood the first half.
Neither emotionally nor logically could it work, so it left only coercion and force.
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Liancheng completed the preliminary preparation checks for the matching.
Her creatinine levels were normal, so she didn’t need dialysis.
However, her panel reactive antibody test was not passed, requiring hormone adjustments. Subsequent steps include gene site determination, blood type matching, white blood cell matching, and mixed lymphocyte culture, among other major preparations.
It was unbearable.
Seeing her dejected, the doctor suggested she go for a walk, “I indeed do not advise you to over-expose yourself to the sun, as UV rays can worsen the condition, but depression and bad moods are even worse. It’s overcast today; you can go to the garden downstairs with a friend.”
Bai Ying went out to find an umbrella, and Liancheng put on a fisherman’s hat. They took the elevator down to the first floor. As they exited the hall, they ran into someone.
Liancheng was surprised, “Shi En? Weren’t you busy with a project?”
Feng Shien was wearing a formal all-black business suit, a tie, and a wristwatch. The sharp tailoring of his suit accentuated his tall and upright stature, exuding a strong presence alongside his gentle demeanor.
“I’m done,” he said, standing on the steps. He took a step forward, his toe kicking a stone step, his posture slightly tilted upwards.
“I remember you said you needed a day.”
“The progress was smooth; I returned early. Are you unhappy?”
His words, though not flippant, carried an implicit, rapidly advancing aggressiveness, stemming from the unspoken shortening of the distance between a man and a woman.
Liancheng frowned and linked arms with Bai Ying, “We’re going to the garden for some fresh air. You just got back, so I won’t delay you from resting.”
She seemed to have no emotional involvement in romance, yet was overly cautious. She understood everything.
Feng Shien smiled, as if ignoring his previous abrupt statement, “I rested on the way. Aunt Lin sent a message; she had an urgent matter and couldn’t be here, fearing accidents, and asked me to protect you and Miss Bai.”
He brought Bai Ying along. Bai Ying seemed to have returned from a daze, “I don’t need it. I have a boyfriend.”
Her words were laced with hidden meaning and full of teasing.
Liancheng nudged her with her elbow, “What happened outside? I overheard Mom’s phone call earlier, was it related to the parade?”
The daylight dimmed, and Feng Shien’s eyes, usually light in color, were now also somewhat dim, “About that, but that’s not the main reason.”
Bai Ying’s expression was strange; her eyelids drooped, then lifted, then drooped again as she glanced sideways at Liancheng.
It was so obvious that Liancheng caught her red-handed and glared at her, “You knew too?”
Feng Shien let out a laugh and strode up the steps. The summer breeze was refreshing, and a faint scent of mint leaves and lily of the valley wafted from him, not a mixed perfume, but a natural herbal fragrance.
Liancheng grew more anxious. Lin Xianzi’s residence in Budapest had a whole patch of lily of the valley in the backyard, and mint planted along the courtyard wall. Moreover, the European Medicines Agency moved from London to Budapest in ’09.
Feng Shien’s project was not, after all, his company’s affairs.
“You went to Buda—”
“Liancheng.”
The voice came from behind her to the side, embedded in her bones and blood, a familiarity she had not yet managed to forget.
Liancheng’s mind went blank, feeling an invisible force pierce her eardrums, surge through her nerves, and crash headlong, causing her to tremble. After a long while, she peeked out, looking past Feng Shien’s arm.
A black Maybach was parked under a cypress tree. The rear window was lowered, revealing a man’s intensely deep face.
He had somehow crossed the ocean and arrived several meters away.
