Chapter 79: Liang Chaosu Wants To Take Her To The Hospital For A Check-up
The sound came from the living room, faintly Bai Ying’s laughter.
“Child… two months… healthy… go to the Shen family…”
Liancheng startled, got up, and left the restroom.
The voice became clearer.
“Mom, shall we stay for lunch at the Shen family’s today? Dad will go too. You wanted to play chess with Uncle Shen last time, and today you’re both free.”
Father Liang agreed.
Liancheng had no time to be happy; the next second, Father Liang asked, “Chaosu, what about you?”
“I’m going to the hospital.”
Liancheng clenched her fists, held her breath, and waited for the voices outside to fade.
Immediately after, the sound of a car engine echoed in the courtyard.
Liancheng stood by the window, watching Father and Mother Liang leave in one car, and Bai Ying in another.
As the two cars drove out of the courtyard, Liang Chaosu leaned against the car door, as if he had long sensed her peeping.
His gaze accurately captured her.
Liancheng thought her stiffness must be obvious to him, and the man was the same; the muscles in his face were tense, radiating a heavy gloom.
Liancheng couldn’t hide, so she simply didn’t.
She stood by the window, meeting his gaze for a moment, watching him get into the car and drive away.
The moment the taillights disappeared from sight, Liancheng couldn’t suppress her elation and clenched her fist in place.
What is called “a hidden village emerges from behind the willows and blossoms of a bright flower,” what is called “the boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge,” what is called “heaven has eyes.”
Liancheng felt that fortunes change, and her luck had returned.
Blessed by fate.
Easier than this was leaving the house.
From leaving her room to walking out the main gate, no one stopped her.
The butler even asked if she needed a car.
Liancheng refused with a smile.
She had borrowed Aunt Wang’s phone beforehand to call a taxi, and paid extra for the driver to go up the mountain to Bai Ying’s residence.
The previous two prenatal check-ups had led to dangerous situations, and Liancheng absolutely did not want a third. This time, she had learned from her experience; Bai Ying had found a reliable doctor to examine her at her residence.
Liancheng rounded two bends, and about two hundred meters ahead on the roadside, a black Rolls-Royce lay in wait.
The rear window was half-open, revealing the man’s pitch-black eyes, bottomless, unblinking, and fixed on her.
Liancheng instinctively took two steps back and turned to run.
Faster than her were the footsteps coming from the car, like a fierce tiger pouncing, an eagle diving.
Liancheng couldn’t outrun him on the winding road and was grabbed from behind.
It was already deep winter, yet the trees on both sides of the mountain road were still lush and green, unlike the withered yellow of the north.
But the man embracing her from behind was more chilling, piercing, and terrifying than all four years in the north combined, making one dare not have any contact with him.
Liancheng dared even less. She struggled and kicked.
Seeing herself getting closer to the car, Liancheng’s pupils constricted to pinpricks. She kicked her legs forcefully, trying to reach the ground.
Liang Chaosu’s arms wrapped around her legs and tightened instantly, bending them. Liancheng was like a child curled into a ball, held tightly by him, but he didn’t squeeze excessively.
He always left her a gap, not crushing her, but not letting her break free either.
Until the car door slammed shut with a bang.
Zhang An seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He released and pressed the accelerator, and the vehicle, stable, shot forward like an arrow.
The partition between the front and back seats was raised.
Liancheng panted heavily, the strenuous movement intensifying the heaviness in her lower abdomen, and a sharp, needle-like pain tightened in her lower left abdomen.
Dense cold sweat beaded on Liancheng’s forehead, and she couldn’t tell if it was from the pain or fear.
Fear of Liang Chaosu.
Fear of her young lady.
But the more she feared, the calmer she needed to be.
She pinched her palm, steadied her emotions, and looked at him coldly, “What do you want?”
Liang Chaosu’s eyes were like a raging storm, churning. His gaze fell on the sweat on her forehead.
He raised his hand to wipe it away; the temperature of his fingertips was a heat that was absolutely absent in deep winter.
That trace of heat gradually burned into a fierce fire.
Spreading to his palm, Liancheng watched helplessly as his hand went straight down, precisely covering her lower abdomen.
“Are you pregnant?”
Liancheng froze.
“What are you talking about.” She looked him directly in the eyes. “On the day of the medical examination, you compared the report data item by item and asked the doctor. This past month has been chaotic; what would I be pregnant with? Pregnant with air?”
“I’ll ask again, are you pregnant?”
Liang Chaosu’s palm was burning hot, gently caressing her abdomen. The heat permeated through her skin and flesh, reaching the sharpest point of pain.
Like the scorching sun dispelling the chill, the heaviness remained, but the stinging pain eased.
“I’ll say it again, I’m on my menstrual period.”
Liang Chaosu’s hand tightened, his jawline taut like a bow.
Liancheng felt the muscles in his chest stiffen and harden. The heartbeat through his chest bone was wild and intense, pounding against hers, making her heart beat in response, filling her with extreme unease and guilt.
As expected.
Liang Chaosu brought up past grievances. “You’ve pretended before.”
Liancheng grabbed his hand and pushed it away. “You said that was before. Since then, you’ve been more vigilant and seen through me several times.”
Liang Chaosu stared at every subtle expression on her face. “Once or twice is acceptable, but not a third time. Liancheng, my patience is limited. Are you pregnant or not?”
Liancheng’s chest involuntarily convulsed, like an electric shock, paralyzing her entire body along the meridians.
“No, I have infertility. If your sister suspects I’m pregnant again, then on the day of my check-up, the ultrasound, she and my mother were both present and examined it inch by inch…”
“Shen Heng Liu Lan.” Liang Chaosu interrupted Liancheng. “She witnessed you having a prenatal check-up at a black clinic on the Ring Road. I happened to encounter you at the station that day, and Shen Lichuan’s secretary also went to that black clinic.”
“For this, he even spent a lot of manpower and effort to cover up this trace. But the more you try to hide it, the more it shows. My people, by meticulously investigating, were still able to find out.”
Liancheng’s hands trembled faintly, and her pale face became increasingly desolate.
So that’s how it was.
She had thought of this day since the rumors first started.
A hidden thunder that she hadn’t had time to deal with.
It finally erupted.
Liang Chaosu’s voice tightened, hoarse as if sand was grinding, “If you are pregnant—”
“I’m not pregnant.”
Liancheng firmly denied, “I can’t be pregnant with your child. I have such difficulty conceiving. The top gynecologists in the South and North, over ten experts jointly diagnosed it. If you don’t believe me, you must believe the doctors.”
Liang Chaosu stopped speaking.
After a long confrontation, he turned his head to look out the window.
Liancheng hadn’t relaxed her breath yet; her peripheral vision swept past the continuous trees outside the window, and unknowingly, they turned into tall buildings.
The car speed also decreased.
Liancheng suddenly became alert. “Where are you going?”
Liang Chaosu looked at the scenery whizzing by outside the window. “The hospital.”
Liancheng’s unreleased breath got stuck in her chest, choking her to the brink of collapse. She was tightly pulled by a thread of reason. “You’re crazy, what exactly do you want from me?”
“Liancheng.” Liang Chaosu called her name.
The sunlight outside the car was brilliant, illuminating his deep features with sharp lines, yet the light was indiscriminate, reflecting everything, including his eyes.
In the depths of his eyes, which were once impenetrably dark, a gentle warmth seemed to be overflowing, like the sunlight.
Liancheng scoffed.
No matter how intimate Liang Chaosu and she were, even with zero distance and negative contact, it couldn’t hide the rifts and barriers between them, like an abyss, like a vast ocean, capable of holding all the negativity, badness, and extremes in the world.
But it would never hold a trace of beauty.
She wouldn’t have it.
Liang Chaosu even less so.
“You don’t need to warn me.” Liancheng moved away from him. “Liang Chaosu, you never believe what I say, so what about the irrefutable evidence?”
She unfastened the lock on her pants.
A patch of bright red.
