Chapter 78: The Child Can’t Be Saved, Keep It Or Not
Then, let’s consider Father Liang’s motive. His motive was to deal with her and Liang Chaosu’s relationship. The focus of this speech is to cause trouble for her and Liang Chaosu, commonly known as sowing discord.
After all, the more she longed for maternal love, the more she would hate Liang Chaosu at the moment the truth was revealed.
A lightning bolt suddenly flashed through Liancheng’s mind, making the bones in her back go numb.
She knew clearly that she hated Liang Chaosu because he was the cause of it all.
Then how did Father Liang confirm it? If he could do this, does it mean he had already suspected it for four years, and perhaps had even been investigating for four years?
Was the current inaction just waiting for the evidence to be confirmed?
Liancheng’s mind was racing, almost driving herself to explode.
Her deductions were not rigorous, and there were many logical loopholes.
The most basic point is that as the head of the family, facing incest, a matter that would destroy the clan, Father Liang should have acted with thunderous speed to prevent long-term trouble and future complications. His way of doing things should not have been so slow.
Liancheng couldn’t understand.
Perhaps she was overthinking, using the caution she had for Liang Chaosu’s eight hundred schemes to speculate about others, mistaking good people for bad, a classic case of victim delusion.
But whether it was true or not, this situation was the worst.
It was equivalent to setting a time limit for her next escape, a countdown against the clock.
If she left even a little slower, with Father Liang holding solid evidence, it wouldn’t be a case of two cranes fighting and a fisherman benefiting, but rather being attacked from both sides, a complete disaster.
Breakfast was just being laid out on the dining table.
A servant near the door suddenly spoke, “The Eldest Young Master is back.”
Liancheng looked up. Liang Chaosu stood at the foyer, his gray wool overcoat off, revealing a straight, neat pure black sweater and suit pants. He had changed into house slippers and walked around the carved screen.
The moment he moved, Liancheng stepped back a few paces, returning to the kitchen. Aunt Wang also quietly retreated, “Why is he back again? Didn’t he already move to Jade Mansion?”
Hearing this, no matter how heavy Liancheng’s heart felt, she couldn’t help but smile, “Aunt Wang, you’ve changed.”
Aunt Wang looked at her, “Liancheng, Aunt Wang last night— Aunt Wang was useless, couldn’t help, and even harmed you.”
Knowing how difficult her situation was, she still let him in and acted as a lookout when pressured by his aura.
Liancheng’s throat felt choked.
She had forgotten that Aunt Wang was an honest person, incapable of witty remarks, only full of sincerity.
“How did she harm me? Last night I was very imposing, I scolded him fiercely and vented my anger.”
At this moment, a sudden cry from the dining room outside, “Chaosu, your hand— Sister Liu, go get the medicine box.”
Liancheng followed Aunt Wang out.
The spacious dining room was in a state of disarray. Liang Mu’s two usual servants stood around Liang Chaosu. Father Liang leaned forward from his main seat to look, while Liang Wenfei scolded Sister Liu for being too slow.
And at the center of the commotion, Liang Chaosu’s attitude was indifferent, unaffected by the noisy concern.
As soon as Liancheng stood firm, the man suddenly turned his head and gazed at her.
In the deepest part of the light, in the faint morning light, his brows and eyes were profound, as if the deep night from last night had not yet passed, yet it was even deeper than last night, gloomy.
Like an ancient well without waves, yet with undercurrents surging.
“What exactly are you doing?” Mother Liang unwound the gauze soaked in bright red blood, her chest aching with resentment.
Liang Chaosu’s gaze remained fixed on Liancheng, silent.
Mother Liang, head bowed, didn’t notice that she had too many unanswered questions from Liang Chaosu during this period, “Are you resenting Mom, are you growing distant from Mom?”
The last layer of gauze was lifted, revealing overlapping wounds of various sizes on his index finger. Most had just scabbed over, with dense blackish-brown blood clots. The remaining small areas of intact skin were bruised purple.
Mother Liang’s insides twisted into knots, and tears fell, “How could it be so severe? Sister Wang said it had already healed?”
Aunt Wang stepped forward and stammered, “It had healed—”
For the past few days, Liancheng had been changing the dressings and bandaging Liang Chaosu’s wounds morning and evening. She had developed emotions towards Liang Chaosu and hadn’t asked for details or inquired further.
Mother Liang was furious, “What do you mean healed? Healed means the wound has grown shut. This scar has just formed, and at this severity, why didn’t you report it to me?”
Aunt Wang clenched her hands in distress.
“Go to the hospital, the wound is too deep.” Father Liang came over to wipe Mother Liang’s tears, his face also looking very grim, “You’re an adult, your mother and I won’t interfere too much with your life. But your body and skin are gifts from your parents. Such a severe injury is unacceptable.”
“We’ll go to the hospital shortly.” Liang Chaosu took the new gauze from Mother Liang’s hand, wrapped it roughly twice, and tied it tight, “What’s for breakfast?”
Aunt Wang immediately replied, “There’s Chinese and Western style. The meals are all here. If you’d like anything else, I’ll have someone prepare it now.”
Liang Chaosu pulled out a chair and sat to the lower left of Father Liang’s seat, “No need to trouble yourselves, just the Chinese dim sum.”
The Liang family practiced individual serving for breakfast, but the kitchen prepared extra dishes in case of unexpected requests. Sister Wang hurried back to the kitchen to prepare.
Father Liang frowned and sat back down.
Mother Liang sat to the lower right of Father Liang, and Liang Wenfei had been sitting close to her.
Liancheng silently walked around the table and sat below Liang Wenfei.
As soon as she sat down, the man’s gaze swept over her again. Across the table, the bright white light cast over his face, making it even more dazzling and sharp.
Like rampant vines growing and binding her, suffocating her, or like a poisonous blade dissecting her, analyzing her.
Liancheng lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze.
They both knew clearly.
She had first pretended to stab him, and last night she was resentful and rebellious, completely tearing off the pretense.
Even if Liang Chaosu became a Buddha now, he wouldn’t let her go. And Liancheng, even if her legs were broken and her meridians drained, she would crawl away from Liang Chaosu.
Next, a tough battle.
At the dining table, Mother Liang constantly showed concern for Liang Chaosu, asking repeatedly, wanting to understand the reason.
Liang Chaosu responded sporadically.
Liang Wenfei, having been impatient last night, was worried she had really angered him, “Brother, do you want to move back home?”
The food in Liancheng’s mouth got stuck.
She could only sigh. Liang Wenfei was truly an invincible ninja who was the ultimate killer in her life, always in unexpected places, striking her defenses in unimaginable ways.
Mother Liang nodded, “Move back. I’ll watch over your hand injury every day from now on.”
Liang Chaosu didn’t speak this time, which meant he didn’t object.
Father Liang, who had been silent, put down his spoon, “Chaosu is busy lately. Jade Mansion is in the urban area, close to Liang’s, which is convenient. There’s no need to force him to come back.”
A sliver of hope for Liancheng, she pricked up her ears.
Liang Chaosu picked up a siu mai, chewed a few bites, and lowered his eyes to stare at the half-eaten one in his bowl, “I’ll move back.”
Father Liang paused, a flicker of sharpness in his eyes, “When you moved out, you told your mother it was because it was troublesome. You don’t find it troublesome now?”
Liang Wenfei looked at Liang Chaosu with a smile, “Brother cares about the family. I just returned from abroad, and Mother is worried. Brother will definitely live at home. It was like this before.”
The hope in Liancheng’s heart finally died.
Her being diligent this morning to make siu mai was to test Father Liang’s attitude. Father Liang was not Liang Chaosu; he wouldn’t openly restrict her freedom of movement.
The most likely scenario was that he would assign an assistant to follow her. She couldn’t refuse, but she could find a way to delay.
During the delay, she could go to the hospital, first to preserve the pregnancy and stop the bleeding.
Then, she would find Bai Ying to collude on the details, buy a mobile phone on the way, and get a replacement SIM card for her old one.
Afterward, the assistant would arrive, and she would go to work normally, using the opportunity to seek an escape.
But with Liang Chaosu’s appearance, all her plans were in vain. No matter what she said, it would be like shouting through a loudspeaker, “Young Lady is going out, all enemies, come and catch me.”
Breakfast ended, Liancheng silently returned to her room and entered the restroom.
Her lower abdomen had been intermittently aching all night, and by breakfast, it had developed into a dull pain. It felt heavy, truly not a good omen.
She pulled down her pants, and bright red blood stained them conspicuously, matching the amount of her menstrual period.
Liancheng involuntarily clutched her lower abdomen. In the mirror on the washbasin, a ghastly pale face was reflected.
This dejected, ashen face was exactly the same as the one she had seen in the mirror when she took the pregnancy test a month ago.
At that time, she had desperately not wanted this child.
Now?
Could she bear to part with it?
Just then, a voice came from outside the door.
