Chapter 86: Even Female Ghosts Aren’t As Troublesome As Liang Chaosu
Bai Ying dropped the cotton swab, unable to truly put her mind at ease.
“Once you stop bleeding, this injection will be stopped immediately. Follow-up medication will help you recover. You must pay close attention to any reactions your body has, and if you discover anything, call me. Also, the fetal doppler I bought for you has arrived. Keep the fetal heart rate steady every day, and your daughter will be fine.”
Liancheng rolled over and lay flat. “Then can I go to work? Liang Chaosu has moved back. Staying at the Liang family’s place makes me uneasy.”
“He’s like a persistent scab, always lingering. Even a female ghost isn’t as bothersome as he is.” Bai Ying added, “With his father keeping him in check at the Liang family’s, what are you uneasy about?”
“He found out about the black clinic and is looking for an opportunity to force me to go to the hospital for a check-up. Fortunately, he couldn’t pry any information from the owner. I’m just avoiding him, trying to stall for time.”
Liang’s father has also gone to the North.
But Liancheng didn’t want to cause Bai Ying more anxiety, so she kept it to herself.
Just then, her mobile phone vibrated. The caller ID showed the number she had saved.
Liancheng answered immediately.
“Miss Tu Xingsun?”
Upon hearing the address, Bai Ying’s eyes widened.
Liancheng raised her hand and pulled down Bai Ying’s eyelid. This was the alias she had introduced herself with in the text message yesterday.
“Old Ghost?”
Old Ghost gave a perfunctory response and got straight to the point. “If you know that number, it means you were recommended by an acquaintance, and you’re trustworthy. I don’t like beating around the bush in business. Where are you going? How many people? I can handle private grudges, but I don’t deal with illegal escapes.”
Liancheng pinched Bai Ying’s mouth again to stop her from exclaiming. “Northern Europe, one person, private grudge.”
Old Ghost clicked his tongue. “Alright, two hundred thousand, all-inclusive.”
Liancheng was startled.
Bai Ying struggled to break free from her grasp. Liancheng, with quick eyes and hands, covered her mouth again. “Let me confirm one thing, you don’t need identification documents to go through your channels, right?”
“We need them, and we don’t.” Old Ghost chuckled. “Illegal immigration abroad is a serious crime, and we cannot break the law. After you go abroad with your documents, we’ll help you transfer again in a neighboring country. This time, you won’t need documents, and there will be no record of you, so your whereabouts will be absolutely safe.”
Liancheng remained silent, a hint of hesitation in her demeanor.
Old Ghost waited for a few seconds, his patience wearing thin. “Are you going or not? Give me a definite answer.”
Liancheng replied, “I’ll go. When?”
Old Ghost said, “Within five days. I’ll send you a text message with the specific arrangements when the time comes.”
Liancheng hung up the phone.
Bai Ying really couldn’t agree. “That’s it? You didn’t ask anything, didn’t even meet them. What if they scam you for money, or sell you to northern Myanmar once you get abroad?”
Liancheng deleted the call record. “So, I need you to help me one last time. After I leave, if you don’t hear from me within the agreed time, don’t hesitate. Call the police directly. Before I leave, I will leave you the snakehead’s photo and all the information as clues.”
Bai Ying was speechless.
Liancheng smiled. “Besides, look, they don’t dare to break the law in our country, which means they are very afraid of our police. The Monkey King can’t escape the five fingers of Buddha. Our country’s father is forever our god.”
Bai Ying couldn’t hold back her expression and resentfully tapped her head. “You’ve thought of everything. What else can I do but obey the Old Buddha’s arrangements and say ‘Yes, Your Majesty’.”
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It was noon when Bai Ying came in with her phone, asking Liancheng to choose a restaurant to order from.
Throwing off the quilt, she discovered that Liancheng had fallen asleep in the short time she had been out, and the constant vibrations of her phone beside her hadn’t woken her.
Bai Ying knew she couldn’t sleep well at the Liang family’s. Without waking her, she picked up the phone and saw Liang Chaosu’s name on the caller ID, which made her even less inclined to wake her.
She turned off the phone and pulled the quilt up.
Returning to the computer, she continued searching for research papers on injections. Soon, the doorbell rang.
She opened the door a crack, revealing a man standing outside.
He was tall and slender, dressed in a double-breasted charcoal gray suit. His stern demeanor and piercing gaze fixed on her without question.
Bai Ying reflexively tried to close the door, but the man took a step forward, the tip of his shoe wedging into the doorframe, and forcefully pushed the door open with his gauze-wrapped hand.
“Where is she?”
Bai Ying’s apartment was small. The original three-bedroom, one-living room layout had been opened up for her to live alone, leaving only one master bedroom.
Liang Chaosu surveyed the surroundings. The room didn’t look like a woman’s residence; items were scattered haphazardly – documents, blankets, snacks left anywhere. The computer near the floor-to-ceiling window was on, displaying obscure papers.
He had no curiosity about other women and possessed good upbringing; he didn’t pry and simply glanced over everything.
Unable to find the person, he narrowed his gaze to the doorway. “Where is she?”
Bai Ying ignored him, pointed to the door with a cold expression, and said, “Get out.”
Liang Chaosu had just finished dealing with Gu Xingyuan’s troublesome affairs and had taken some time out. He didn’t want to waste his limited time at Bai Ying’s doorstep. “Bai Ying, I don’t have extra patience for women.”
His entire bearing and demeanor exuded a powerful sense of aggression. When expressionless, even a slight release of his aura could make one’s heart pound with fear.
Bai Ying’s sarcastic words caught in her throat. The words, “Not only do you not have patience, but you also have no conscience,” were left unspoken.
In the bedroom, Liancheng’s heart tightened, and she quickly got out of bed.
The door was ajar, not locked. She pulled it open, making almost no sound.
However, the man was extremely sensitive.
The moment Liancheng’s figure became visible, he turned around.
Bai Ying, having spent a long time in operating rooms, disliked harsh, blinding white light.
The lights in her apartment were uniformly dim and hazy, a blend of orange and tangerine hues that cast a crisp, stark contrast on Liang Chaosu’s suit.
Liancheng didn’t approach, standing at the bedroom doorway. “Is something wrong?”
This was a rhetorical question; she knew perfectly well that Liang Chaosu’s purpose was to drag her to the hospital for a check-up.
He took a step towards her. “Are you deliberately not answering my calls?”
Liancheng subconsciously fumbled in her pocket for her phone. “I just fell asleep and didn’t hear it.”
Liang Chaosu slowed his pace and stood in front of her.
Liancheng was short, barely reaching his chin.
As the two drew close, he could no longer see her face. Even when he bent his head, all he could see was a patch of messy hair on top, with two swirls in it, one slightly to the left.
They say one swirl makes a person stubborn, two make them defiant.
She was both stubborn and defiant, and quick to flee.
Liancheng stood still, then suddenly stepped back. But the man’s chest seemed to have eyes, able to see the expression on her face.
The moment she took a step back, she was caught by a strong arm around her waist. The force repelled her, and her forehead hit his robust chest bone, the muscle as hard as iron.
With a loud thud, only her head was harmed. Liang Chaosu’s expression remained unchanged.
Liancheng considered herself to have considerable willpower.
Throughout her life, bumps and bruises were inevitable. Even if the force knocked her head over heels, she would get up, brush herself off, and punch back.
When things can be settled with reason, don’t resort to tears.
That’s why she didn’t understand the literary trope of bumping one’s nose tip, getting teary eyes, shedding tears, and falling to the ground.
But at this moment, she understood.
Physiological reactions are uncontrollable and don’t distinguish between a fussy personality or strength.
When one’s brain feels like it’s being hammered in a giant bell, even Ultraman Tiga couldn’t stand.
She used to be arrogant and prejudiced. What fault could a cute girl possibly have? The fault, of course, lies with the scoundrel man.
