Chapter 92: Mother Liang Knew About Her Four Years Of Secret Dealing With Liang Chaosu
Lian Cheng was shocked.
She had a lot going on recently, but Lihua’s explanation, used to perfunctorily dismiss the blind date partner introduced by Father Liang, was still vividly in her memory.
The indescribable greasiness of the other party at that time, while not wrong in terms of words, was unpleasant in its undertones, so thick it was suffocating.
“It seems I was too presumptuous,” Feng Shi En said with a muffled laugh.
“I knew it was Miss Lian Cheng before, but I didn’t want to follow my family’s arrangement. I’m sorry if my words made you uncomfortable.”
“It’s fine, my reply was also perfunctory.”
She couldn’t help but look at him a few times; no matter how she looked at him, it was hard to connect him with those words.
After leaving the urban village, Lian Cheng proposed to take leave.
She planned to go to Shen Heng this afternoon; the black clinic had already been exposed, so there was no need to fear rumors, but she wanted to see the project team, see Maitreya Buddha, and Tai Duoduo.
Liang Chaosu was a strict person, and his subordinates wouldn’t be amiable either. For him to know the details of her actions at the company, she suspected he had repeatedly asked tricky questions.
Feng Shi En was not a truly gentle gentleman, the type as refined as jade, but he possessed a noble demeanor and was proper and dignified. “I was rude first, and besides, we are still going in the same direction. I hope you will give me the opportunity to atone.”
Lian Cheng refused again, “I don’t blame you, so where does atonement come from—”
“Don’t blame him for what?” Liang Chaosu, who had appeared not far away at some point, was watching them.
The spring cherry trees in the roadside green belt were bare and bleak, making the winter feel piercing. His face was even more so, his lips curled in a faint smile, as if not smiling at all.
“Feng—” he strode over, calling Feng Shi En’s name, but it seemed he couldn’t recall it.
Waiting for him to introduce himself.
“Feng Shi En,” Feng Shi En shook his hand, “Vice Chairman Liang, I’ve heard of you for a long time.”
Feng Shi En had introduced himself on WeChat as being one meter eighty-seven tall, and Liang Chaosu was one meter eighty-eight. With a height difference of one centimeter, standing face to face, they were not particularly noticeable.
However, Liang Chaosu was strong and well-built, wearing a suit, his shoulders straight and his bearing imposing. Their demeanor was vastly different; one was gentle, the other sharp. People prefer gentleness, but they instinctively respect sharpness.
“I gave you time to calm down last night. This is what you thought of? Coming here for a blind date?” Liang Chaosu’s gaze shifted from her to Feng Shi En, “How is it going? Do you like her?”
Feng Shi En politely replied, “Lian Cheng is a kind-hearted and lively girl. We are in the stage of getting to know each other.”
A faint smile lingered at the corner of Liang Chaosu’s mouth, but his expression was stern and cold.
Lian Cheng also looked at Feng Shi En. He had resisted the blind date too, and now his words sounded like an endorsement.
“In the stage of getting to know each other?”
The sharpness Liang Chaosu possessed was honed by battles in the business world.
Especially when his expression was blank and his eyes were dark and deep, he appeared even more breathtaking, like being on the brink of crisis.
Lian Cheng clenched her fists, feeling the cage that confined her tightening, and after revealing his malicious intent, she could only submit, becoming a bird in his palm, possessed by him, from body to soul, loyal to the point that she could only dream of him.
Going on a blind date at this time was poking his sore spot, a major offense, but Lian Cheng didn’t want to explain; she needed a reason to cover up her real purpose for appearing in the urban village.
“Liang Chaosu,” she tugged his sleeve, “this is Father’s arrangement.”
Liang Chaosu narrowed his eyes. He had experienced more storms than his peers, and at less than thirty, he was only one step away from his peak. His aura was as deep and steady as could be, and under his sharp, scrutinizing gaze, no one could remain calm.
Lian Cheng had seen it too many times and developed a bit of resistance. She nodded apologetically at Feng Shi En, “Mr. Feng, I apologize for the embarrassment today. I have other matters to attend to, so I won’t disturb you further.”
The last time they met, she had corrected his address to Shi En, and now he was Mr. Feng again.
Feng Shi En immediately understood. This was a polite rejection. A hint of regret flashed in his eyes, and he retreated to a safe distance for a man and woman, a distance no longer driven by the purpose of a blind date.
“Miss Lian Cheng, please, be on your way.”
Polite, gentle, respectful.
Lian Cheng nodded again and strode away. After walking five or six meters, Liang Chaosu remained motionless.
Standing opposite Feng Shi En, the atmosphere was confrontational.
Both of them had surprisingly calm expressions. Beneath Feng Shi En’s calm was a noticed anomaly, but he suppressed his curiosity.
Liang Chaosu’s calmness was one of indifference. With his keen intelligence, he wouldn’t have failed to understand that she had rejected the blind date, and Feng Shi En had also retreated to a safe distance. Therefore, the warning in him had also faded.
His stillness meant he was waiting for her.
Waiting for her to lower her head, waiting for her to admit her mistake.
In a relationship, a man’s tears are an aphrodisiac, his arrogance is like coquetry, his sulking is cute. A woman lowering her head is to appease, to admit mistakes willingly.
But what about enemies?
Repugnant.
Lian Cheng walked down the sidewalk, hailed a taxi, and drove away.
Liang Chaosu watched the taxi’s taillights merge into the traffic, overtake a few cars, and disappear into the ceaseless flow.
His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched silently. The pain of the torn skin and flesh on his right index finger was clear and intense, like bones growing thorns that couldn’t be pulled out or dissolved.
Feng Shi En was about to politely bid farewell when he saw the gauze on his hand was stained with blood. He couldn’t help but ask with concern, “Vice Chairman Liang—”
Liang Chaosu’s phone vibrated. He glanced at it coldly and answered.
Feng Shi En, being sensible, said no more. Amidst the street noise, he couldn’t hear what was being said on the other end of the phone.
He only vaguely heard something very urgent, repeating “car accident,” “hemorrhage,” and “suspected miscarriage…”
Before he could react, he saw Liang Chaosu’s expression change drastically. He turned and hastily got into his car, speeding away with the roar of the engine.
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At the same time, at the Liang family residence.
Ever since the news of Lian Cheng staying out during her four years of university reached the Liang family, Father Liang had confined himself to his study for a full day and night.
After repeatedly knocking on the door and receiving no response, Mother Liang’s worry reached its peak, and she ordered the security guard to break down the door.
The moment the door opened, a strong, suffocating smoke billowed out aggressively towards Mother Liang.
She rushed behind the desk, confronting Father Liang, her eyes reddened from the smoke and anger, “What exactly happened? Is it a crisis for the group? Or did you have an illegitimate child outside?”
Father Liang had been loving her for decades. Let alone an illegitimate child, he never even remembered what other women looked like.
But for Mother Liang to say that now indicated she was truly angry, and if he didn’t tell the truth, it wouldn’t be resolved.
“Chaosu and Lian Cheng—” he couldn’t bring himself to say it, so he changed his wording, “Lian Cheng stayed out for those four years of university.”
Mother Liang, having been a leader in the noblewomen’s circle for over a decade, was by no means foolish. In fact, her experience in matters of romance was far greater than Father Liang’s.
“Who—” she trembled all over, “Did Lian Cheng seduce Chaosu?”
“We’ve only found this much so far,” Father Liang quickly put his arm around her for support, “Don’t get agitated. Who was the initiator and who was the passive party might not be what we assume. So, you’d better hold back and wait until everything is clear and there are no more doubts before making any decisions.”
“I will not hold back,” Madam Liang’s reddened eyes spread into her eyeballs, bloodshot and bulging, she panted heavily, “Call Lian Cheng. Tell this bitch to come back. I want to ask her—”
Her voice rose shrilly, trembling uncontrollably, “Ask her, I raised her for eighteen years, living in luxury, only to raise a child who bites the hand that feeds her, repays kindness with enmity, and seduces the brother she grew up with?”
