Chapter 64: Shattering His Bones
She refused to wear it, she resisted, showing her passive attitude, unwilling to agree to the marriage alliance.
And if she wore it, it meant she compromised, she was obedient.
Liancheng was both shocked and scared, increasingly feeling that Liang Chaosu’s schemes were unfathomable, every action full of deep meaning.
“What do you want to ask?”
His slightly hoarse, magnetic voice was only two or three inches from her ear, even closer.
Liancheng shivered and snapped back to reality. “I heard you mention a child, is it Gu Xingyuan’s child?”
Given his reaction earlier after their impulsive actions in the fitting room, Liancheng would absolutely not bring up the marriage alliance again, nor the situation of the Gu family.
That left only this one question.
“Yes.”
Liancheng’s expression showed pity, and she opened her mouth to ask further, but anything she asked would be gossiping about someone else’s tragedy.
The going and coming of a life into the mortal world, exuberantly, only to be annihilated by worldly interests, and finally becoming gossip among others, a mere topic of conversation.
Even without being her young lady, Liancheng found it extremely cruel.
Liang Chaosu gazed at her quietly.
The Liancheng mentioned by Shen Lichuan was crystal clear.
The Liancheng in his eyes was Liancheng.
In a reality filled with wealthy families, the only idealism.
Universal love, compassion, purity, morality.
“It was they who didn’t make a proper plan, and an accident occurred. For Gu Xingyuan now, it’s the best way to handle it.”
Such high-sounding words.
Liancheng’s expression almost faltered, and she proactively lowered her head, burying it in his chest.
The hot breath seared her chest repeatedly, her messy hair strands, soft and slightly itchy, as if also carrying the warmth of her scalp, pressed against his most vulnerable throat.
The veins at Liang Chaosu’s temples bulged, like an uncontainable volcano, and at the moment desire accumulated to its peak, a tiny spark gently brushed against it, collapsing his bones.
He suddenly said, “I won’t be like this.”
Liancheng thought she misheard, and looked up, his eyes were full of thickness.
Her heart pounded like a drum, her throat dry, “What if? Didn’t you say before that plans can’t keep up with changes?”
Liang Chaosu had indeed said that before.
During the summer vacation of Liancheng’s second year of university, he was busy and had promised to let her return to the Liang family alone, but her luggage was packed, her flight ticket was booked, and the day before the holiday, he went back on his word.
He didn’t even give a reason, arrogantly saying plans couldn’t keep up with changes, and that was that.
Liang Chaosu obviously remembered, and was somewhat amused, “That time I was teasing you; a child is so precious, I would never allow such an accident to happen.”
Liancheng’s tongue also felt bitter, “Indeed, you’ve always been a strategist.”
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The next morning, Liancheng obediently changed back into the clothes from the fitting room, washed up, and went to the kitchen.
Aunt Wang was tidying up the dishes and told her that Liang Chaosu would not be eating here at noon.
Liancheng frowned, “Is he going out?”
Aunt Wang replied, “Yes, when you were washing up earlier, he received a phone call and sounded quite urgent, so he instructed me not to prepare lunch for him.”
Liancheng’s frown deepened, and she paced back and forth in the house hesitantly. Passing the gym, she realized he was working up a sweat on the treadmill.
Liang Chaosu had a habit of morning exercise; when they lived together in the North, he never missed it, and his daily training volume far exceeded normal levels. An hour on the treadmill with lead weights attached was just an appetizer.
After running, it was time for bench presses.
His white short-sleeved shirt was soaked. As he lay down on the bench, sweat dripped from his thick dark hair, landing on the gray tiles and quickly forming a water stain.
Liancheng walked in and leaned closer, “Breakfast is ready.”
Liang Chaosu remained silent, as if counting. He lifted and lowered the barbell, the muscles in his arms and chest contracting and expanding rhythmically, in a very standard posture, displaying the explosive beauty of male strength.
Liancheng waited for him to stop, “Two hundred and five.”
Liang Chaosu paused his motion of wiping sweat with a towel and looked up at her.
Liancheng belatedly realized she sounded like she was scolding him, and corrected herself, “Two hundred and fifty-one.”
Two hundred and five is you.
It looked even more so.
Liancheng’s face froze.
Liang Chaosu looked at her again, and as he slightly lowered his head to wipe his hair, faint smile lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, “Is your butt itchy?”
Liancheng’s butt was definitely not itchy; it was purely her bad start.
Currently, in terms of the enemy and ally situation, she was at an absolute disadvantage. In terms of tactics, she had to be exceptionally proactive and positive, and absolutely must not follow the enemy’s pace, falling into passivity.
Liang Chaosu had always avoided mentioning when he would go to work. She couldn’t ask him every day to avoid her intentions being too obvious and arousing his suspicion.
But other things, she could subtly probe and make preparations.
For example, her mobile phone, or contacting the outside world.
“Are you going to work today?”
The man stood up, one hand holding the towel, the other single-handedly lifting and returning the barbell to its place, “Is this your daily question?”
Liancheng watched him drink water, “Are you going out today then?”
The man’s throat movement stopped, he put down the water cup, and his gaze focused on her.
A goose-yellow wool sweater, white straight-leg pants, clean and charming, with a blush on her cheeks from a good sleep.
She looked full of energy, ready to rush out, yet trying hard to conceal it, thus appearing hesitant and impatient.
Liang Chaosu’s eyes widened with a smile, “Yes, there is something.”
Truly concise.
However, this was also consistent with Liang Chaosu’s usual style.
Liancheng followed him closely, occasionally swaying left and right, peeking out to observe his expression.
In order to find an opportunity to speak.
But Liang Chaosu only had an expressionless face.
As soon as they entered the master bedroom, the man pulled his shirt up, revealing his broad back muscles bulging, then recessing as his arms moved. Remaining sweat beads gathered into a line, flowing down the deep grooves of his muscles.
Liancheng stopped at the doorway, no longer following.
Liang Chaosu turned his head to look at her, unfastened his sweatpants drawstring, arched his back, and pulled down his pants.
The remaining fabric around his waist and abdomen was also completely wet. Although black and opaque, it particularly highlighted his contours. Veins and blood vessels extending from the roots of his thighs lay dormant beneath his skin and flesh, taut, firm, and developed.
Liancheng’s hair was about to stand on end; her reaction wasn’t slow, but the man undressed faster.
Before even reaching the bathroom after entering, he was shamelessly naked, in just two breaths.
“Come here.”
Liancheng’s back stiffened, she turned and slipped away faster.
But the door closed faster than she could, a fierce wind rushed at her from behind, and she was lifted from behind and pressed against the door, trapped between his strong, aroused, burning chest.
An overwhelming kiss covered every inch of her exposed face and head, her forehead, brow, corners of her eyes, the little mole on her nose tip, his teeth grinding, his tongue licking.
“Liang Chaosu, no, no—” Liancheng shook her head and dodged, “I can’t—”
“I can.”
The next second, the end of the word “can” was muffled by her lips and tongue. Liancheng’s eyes widened; the numb feeling of her tongue root being tangled made her feel as if she was about to be swallowed.
Outsiders could not imagine, and would find it difficult to imagine, how dangerous the impeccably dressed Liang Chaosu was when he took off his clothes, his body hard and engorged, flushed red.
That surging, violent, fierce, dominating control, that return to the most primitive predator-prey savage plundering nature.
No woman could resist, and no woman could endure it.
Liancheng’s upper body suddenly felt a chill.
Her small shirt had fallen to the floor, and the man’s last remaining covering had also disappeared in their passionate entanglement.
