Chapter 4: She Is To Marry Someone Else
Lian Cheng looked up and smiled, “Did you put too much salt in your breakfast?”
Liang Wenfei didn’t believe Lian Cheng was showing concern. “What do you mean?”
“Look at how idle you are.”
With that, Lian Cheng grabbed her bag and left.
Liang Wenfei realized and, blushing with anger, turned to her backer, “Brother, look at her.”
“Stop right there.” Liang Chaosu’s gaze was cool, “The Liang family sent you to study, was it to sharpen your tongue?”
Liang Wenfei revealed a smile.
Victorious, triumphant, and smug.
Lian Cheng glimpsed that smile and looked at Liang Chaosu again.
He was wearing a charcoal gray suit today, with a platinum watch peeking out from his cuff, exuding an aura of a successful, mature, and natural leader who could strategize and win battles.
As if nothing in the world was worth mentioning to him, and no one caught his eye.
One could say he was utterly detached.
Yet he always indulged Liang Wenfei, bringing out the heavy artillery to target her, a mere mosquito.
Lian Cheng couldn’t fight back and could only swallow her pride, “It’s my mistake, I’m sorry.”
She comforted herself, calling it being adaptable.
She left with red eyes.
Driver Xiao Liu saw her approaching from afar, but instead of opening the car door as usual, he was leisurely smoking a cigarette.
Lian Cheng asked in confusion, “Are you on leave today?”
Xiao Liu nodded.
Lian Cheng didn’t ask further, turning and walking towards the main gate.
She had left breakfast early, so she had plenty of time to walk to the road and hail a taxi.
The Bentley beside her suddenly lowered its window, “Miss Lian Cheng.”
Lian Cheng paused, “Is something wrong, Brother Zhang?”
Zhang An was different from Xiao Liu. Xiao Liu was a driver hired by the Liang family on a rotating basis, usable by anyone.
Zhang An was Liang Chaosu’s personal driver, trusted and valued by him, considered a confidant he could confide in.
Apart from Father Liang and Mother Liang, everyone in the Liang family called him Brother Zhang.
What was interesting was that Lian Cheng used to call him Brother Zhang out of politeness. Liang Wenfei, newly returned and unaware of the situation, followed suit. Liang Chaosu heard it once and specifically corrected her.
Liang Wenfei was overjoyed and asked if Lian Cheng needed to change her address as well.
Liang Chaosu replied, “She is different from you.”
Lian Cheng felt pain then, as if her heart was held in someone’s hand, lifted, and then smashed to the ground, ground into dust with their foot.
“Mr. Liang said that Xiao Liu’s knowledge is insufficient and he doesn’t understand the idiom of ‘wildfire can’t burn it all, spring winds bring it back to life.’ He is prohibited from driving for you from now on, and you will be provided with a dedicated driver within three days.”
Lian Cheng felt humiliated.
She thought that after the misunderstanding with Shen Lichuan, whom she met on the road, and Liang Chaosu’s warning, it would be over.
After all, he pampered Liang Wenfei so much; any trouble would be resolved discreetly, and he wouldn’t cause a scene that would affect her.
But now, it was obvious to everyone that she had intentionally seduced her brother-in-law, Shen Lichuan. This was both to deter her and to make everyone watch her.
Thinking of this, Lian Cheng suddenly understood why Mother Liang had acted that way last night, and also understood how she couldn’t avoid this medical examination, nor could she hide from it.
Her pregnancy being exposed and being deemed to have improper conduct – the consequences of either were not good, and she couldn’t bear either.
Zhang An suddenly got out of the car and opened the rear door.
Lian Cheng’s peripheral vision caught sight of a pair of black leather shoes, extending upwards to a corner of a pair of sharp, tailored trousers, exuding a stern, mature male aura.
The moment she averted her gaze, she heard the man’s displeased voice, “Get in.”
Lian Cheng didn’t want to get in the car.
These past two days had brought no good news, and Liang Wenfei’s smug smile still lingered in her mind.
An unspeakable frustration was lodged in her chest.
Lian Cheng slung her bag over her shoulder and walked directly towards the main gate.
The man’s voice was genuinely displeased, “Try taking another step.”
Lian Cheng remained motionless, not moving further away, but also not turning around.
“Get in,” Liang Chaosu knocked on the car door with his knuckles, “Don’t waste my time.”
Lian Cheng clenched her fists.
She thought about the identification document still in Liang Chaosu’s possession.
If she didn’t play the silent martyr this time and caused too much of a scene, her pregnancy would be exposed, and she wouldn’t even be able to make a living.
She twisted her head and got into the car.
The car door slammed shut with a bang.
Such a temper.
Liang Chaosu glanced at her sideways, didn’t fuss about it, and instructed Zhang An to drive.
Zhang An was also sharp; as soon as the car started, the partition immediately rose.
The back seat was enclosed, the space deathly silent, and the man’s aura even more piercing, “This morning, how many mistakes have you made?”
Lian Cheng leaned against the car door, her chest heaving rapidly a few times, barely calming down.
She stared at her toes, “Two.”
“Speak.”
Lian Cheng wasn’t someone who refused to admit her mistakes; if she had truly violated conscience or morality, her self-criticism would be thorough.
But what mistakes was Liang Chaosu referring to?
Was it that she didn’t listen, didn’t want to be close to him?
Was it that she wasn’t tactful, but happened to have a mouth that could corner Liang Wenfei?
But in Lian Cheng’s own eyes, she wasn’t a sex toy, nor was she a pushover.
What was her fault?
Lian Cheng said hoarsely, “First mistake, I shouldn’t have increased the risk of exposure in front of Aunt Wang. Second mistake, I shouldn’t have argued with Liang Wenfei.”
“Is that all?”
The man turned towards her. He was 1.88 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a wide back. The bright morning light from outside the car window cast upon him, projecting a shadow onto Lian Cheng.
A large one, crushing a small one.
Stripping her of her dignity, and then trampling her into the mud, making her bow even lower.
She reddened her eyes, “I shouldn’t have disturbed your rest when I knew you had a temper in the morning.”
“I don’t have a morning temper.” Liang Chaosu grasped her jaw, lifting her face, forcing her to meet his gaze, “Were you crying just now too?”
No matter how many times, Lian Cheng was still startled by his perceptiveness, “No, the wind just blew in.”
Liang Chaosu’s thumb caressed the corner of her eye. The calluses were rough and scratchy, making Lian Cheng tremble involuntarily.
Shivering pitifully.
The man showed a subtle smile, “Lying.”
Lian Cheng trembled even more. Liang Chaosu could not tolerate her lying; he would teach her a lesson every time.
She obediently reacted reflexively, “I was wrong, there won’t be a next time.”
Liang Chaosu, however, was displeased rather than happy, his face darkening, “Are you afraid of me?”
Lian Cheng sneered inwardly.
He had just trampled her dignity and pride into the dirt.
He forced her to kneel before Liang Wenfei, unable to resist or complain.
Now asking this question, was it to show his mercy?
Lian Cheng didn’t accept his mercy and instead asked, “Can I have my document back?”
Liang Chaosu’s palm rested on her face, his gaze dropping from her eyes to her lips.
Gloomy and deep, filled with suggestion.
Lian Cheng’s futile struggles that morning had still not allowed her to escape.
Fortunately, Liang Chaosu wouldn’t be too reckless in public; it would likely only be a kiss.
She braced herself and leaned in.
The moment they touched, Liang Chaosu grabbed the back of her head, pressing down with all his might.
The kiss was even more fierce and wild.
Until she was drained, suffocating, and on the verge of death.
Lian Cheng lay in his arms, gasping desperately, greedily taking in every breath of air.
Liang Chaosu also panted, stroking her hair, still unsatisfied, “Feifei’s pregnancy is unstable, I’ve invited a gynecological expert from the capital to help her carry the baby, and to examine your condition as well.”
It was like a bolt from the blue.
Lian Cheng’s vision went black, her voice tightening, “What gynecological expert? Are you going to have surgery again?”
“Traditional Chinese medicine, acupuncture, or medication.”
Liang Chaosu’s stroking motion became slightly more pronounced, and Lian Cheng convulsed reflexively.
“Actually,” Lian Cheng attempted to salvage the situation, “It’s fine if I don’t get treated. Infertility poses no risk to you.”
Liang Chaosu’s hand paused.
Lian Cheng noticed but dared not look up at his expression.
She feared he would see through her hidden guilt with a single glance.
“Have you never thought about the future? What will you do when you get married?”
