Chapter 7: A Charitable Tolerance
Liang Chaosu turned a deaf ear, his gaze fixed on Liancheng, their eyes meeting.
His pressure left no room for retreat, like dark sea water under a thunderstorm, churning a bottomless vortex, pulling her in, crushing her.
“You’re not pregnant, what are you doing at the hospital?”
Liancheng stubbornly insisted, “I’m here to see Bai Ying.”
Liang Chaosu didn’t believe it, “Why would you appear alone in the obstetrics department to see her?”
Bai Ying pulled Liancheng back, “Because she came to confide in me. Liang Wenfei bullies her every day, and you’ve been pressuring Liancheng, forcing her to endure it. She feels so wronged, she cried and soaked my clothes. Can’t I be a little late changing?”
Liang Chaosu looked at Liancheng. By nature, she was strong and would never seek comfort or cry to anyone about her grievances.
Moreover, she was different from others.
When other women were bullied, they would act fussy and cry rivers of tears. She was like a hedgehog; she would lash out at her grievances immediately and never hold them in.
His mind, however, flashed to the reddened corners of her eyes that morning. Liang Chaosu was silent for a few seconds, glanced at Bai Ying, then at Liancheng, “Is that so?”
Liancheng was a little stunned. Liang Chaosu… was so easy to talk to? He believed her just like that?
Almost immediately, Bai Ying squeezed her hand hard. Liancheng immediately responded, “Yes.”
“What are you wronged about?” Liang Chaosu’s expression was seven parts indifferent, three parts inexplicable emotion. “In which dispute did you not retort with sharp words? Feifei was angered to the point of coming to the hospital, so what are you wronged about?”
Liancheng thought she was used to it, but her internal organs felt as if they were in turmoil, blood rushing upwards, reddening her eye sockets.
She couldn’t help but let tears fall, dripping down her cheeks and moistening the ground.
Liang Chaosu suddenly exerted force, pulling her over and holding her in his arms.
Bai Ying reached out to stop him, but he brushed her away, his patience exhausted and his demeanor cold, “Bai Er, if you’re not afraid of me, why don’t you go ask your father if he’s afraid.”
A threat.
A naked threat.
Bai Ying’s ambition was not in business, and she was not restricted, so she was naturally fearless.
Father Bai, however, was in the same business arena as Liang Chaosu. Although Father Bai was from the older generation and naturally held an advantage in seniority,
in reality, how many times had Father Bai come home shouting, “The wolf is coming, the wolf is coming,” fearing Liang Chaosu like a tiger.
………………
Liang Wenfei was being managed by Shen Lichuan, while Liancheng was taken into Liang Chaosu’s car.
The car windows were sealed tightly, the air inside was stuffy, and Liancheng felt even more stifled, saying nothing.
The vehicle drove out of the intersection. The roadside green belt was being replaced with different tree species, causing traffic congestion and slowing down the car’s speed.
She turned her head, leaning against the car window, identifying the new tree species. Behind her, Liang Chaosu handed her a handkerchief, “You’ve cried three times today, your tears are worthless.”
Worthless.
Liancheng clenched the corner of her clothes, her knuckles turning white.
Just how much did he look down on her, despise and disdain her, to evaluate a woman as worthless?
She didn’t take the handkerchief and wiped her tears away with her sleeve.
Liang Chaosu’s hand froze in mid-air, his face darkened, and he suddenly swung his arm, the handkerchief falling onto the center console of the front seat.
Zhang An cautiously glanced at his expression in the rearview mirror and quickly raised the partition.
There was a moment of deathly silence in the car. When he spoke again, the man’s tone was undeniably colder, “Do you have anything to confess?”
Liancheng knew he was reminding her, so she proactively confessed about requesting leave under false pretenses.
The correct choice would be for her to immediately begin explaining her mistake and demonstrating her firm resolve to correct it.
But this time, Liancheng remained silent for a long time.
She didn’t want to, nor did she dare to speak.
Everything had happened too quickly at the hospital. She hadn’t had time to collude with Bai Ying. If there were any minor discrepancies, and Liang Chaosu became suspicious, his rare leniency today would escalate into an unmanageable situation.
Seeing her turn her head to look out the window again.
Liang Chaosu’s jaw tightened. He suddenly reached out and pulled her, and before Liancheng could react, she was locked in his embrace.
The man’s fingers dug into her hair, his fingertips pressing against her scalp, onto the wound. Liancheng gasped.
“Does it hurt?”
Liang Chaosu parted her hair.
Liancheng’s hair was thick and soft, with roots connected to roots. That small patch was visibly bald, red and swollen.
It was evident how viciously Liang Wenfei had struck.
He caressed her, his fingertips rough like sand, rubbing back and forth. The pain surged but was immediately soothed by the warmth, “This time you angered Feifei into the hospital, I won’t pursue it.”
As if bestowing a favor.
Liancheng’s blood rushed to her head, and she glared at him.
If she had hit Liang Wenfei, ten times, a hundred times over, and Liang Wenfei was not satisfied, the matter would not be over.
When it came to her, it was lightly dismissed, and she was expected to be grateful for his magnanimity.
Mistreating her was like trampling on a beast.
Liang Chaosu, unaffected by her anger, continued to ask in a deep voice, “Wishing Feifei and Shen Lichuan be locked together forever, is that from your heart?”
“It’s true! It’s true!”
For four years, countless times, she had sworn oaths that would bring lightning down upon her in her next few lifetimes and prevent her from becoming rich.
Yet, each time, they didn’t believe her. Liancheng exploded, “A good horse doesn’t eat from the trough, and a jumper doesn’t become a mistress. I have no past relationship with Shen Lichuan. I live under your nose every day, you see me at work during the day and at night. Are you senile, or do you have Alzheimer’s—”
Suddenly, there was an impact at her waist. Her posture was changed, her legs spread apart, and she was kneeling on either side of his legs, sitting astride his lap.
Chest against chest, nose tip to nose tip, mere inches apart, so clear that even his eyelashes were distinct.
Liancheng stiffened, her mind suddenly clearing.
“With this attitude, do you still want your identification document?” As their bodies pressed tightly together, Liancheng felt the heat rising in his body, desire awakening, boiling in his eyes.
Liancheng panicked. “I’m on my menstrual period.”
“When you were cursing me so hard, why did you forget?” Liang Chaosu’s voice held a hint of a smile, but he did not yield. “Kiss me.”
Liang Chaosu did not hit women; his methods of punishment were ambiguous and skillful.
The kiss was more like a bite, making her hurt and remember.
Liancheng angled her head and landed a peck on his lips.
The contact was brief.
The man didn’t even have time to react and hold her down.
His face darkened, and he pressed on, “Kiss me again.”
Liang Chaosu was born with noble features, thick eyebrows, bright eyes, a well-defined nose, and thin lips. However, they weren’t sharp, just often pressed together, accentuating his authority and imposing presence.
Even with colored glasses, one couldn’t deny his handsome features.
But Liancheng didn’t want to kiss him.
After a long while, seeing her reluctance, the man took out an identification document from his suit’s inner pocket with one hand.
It faced her, showing a small portrait of her with her hair in a ponytail.
Liancheng snatched at it.
She lunged to the left, he switched to his right hand. She moved to the right, and he switched back to his left.
Once, twice… after five or six times, she rose and sat on his lap, sat down and rose again, rubbing and grinding against him, her heat pressing against him, boldly and intimidatingly.
Liancheng was both scared and angry, feeling extremely annoyed.
She turned her head and got off his lap. Halfway down, the identification document reappeared before her eyes.
It was right in front of her. Liancheng clasped her hands together, and with a snap, the document was trapped in her palm.
Liang Chaosu suddenly smiled, “Can you take it?”
“If you don’t move, you can take it.”
Liang Chaosu truly didn’t move, merely holding it tightly with two fingers. Liancheng used both hands to snatch it, but couldn’t move it an inch.
At this, Liancheng was so angry she trembled, her eyes burning with fire.
