Chairman Husband, Too Boorish - 160.2

Chapter 160.2 : I think it would be better if we separated.

A hint of gloom flashed across Chu Yi Sheng's usually confident eyes.

"... I know you must know something about my father's affairs from over 20 years ago, but I didn't ask you to tell me before, choosing instead to have Xi Cheng tell me. I already had a vague feeling that this matter might be related to the Liang family. I didn't expect my sixth sense to be so accurate."

Chu Yi Sheng was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you blame him?"

"I don't blame him." It was true, he didn't blame him; she just didn't have the courage to face him again.

Yan Liang lowered her eyes and said earnestly, "Because I know that what happened before has nothing to do with him. He's a member of the Liang family. These things were destined. All along, I've been thinking about this question—are some things predetermined? Destined that I would meet him, destined that I would fall in love with him ... I don't know how to describe this feeling, but you asked me if I blame him. I've truly never blamed him. If I have times when I'm powerless to help myself, he'll have those times too, right?"

The woman's voice beside him was soft, yet each word felt incredibly heavy.

This wasn't the first time Chu Yi Sheng had envied Liang Xi Cheng. Secretly, he envied him. Even though he didn't want to admit it, the thought of his greatest rival possessing such a beautiful woman still made his heart ache.

Her love was so pure, so clean, without a trace of impurity, and so courageous, almost as if she had used all her strength.

His fingers twitched, and finally he took out a cigarette, cupped his hands, lit it, and the wind made it burn quickly. He took a deep drag. "… Then why did you run away from the hospital?"

"I wanted to think things through, catch my breath, and give myself some space." Yan Liang propped herself up on her hands, stood up, and felt really hungry. She picked up the things Chu Yi Sheng had brought, ate them, and drank the water. Her throat seemed a little sore, and her eyes were also a little dry, but the strong wind blew away all the emotions in her eyes.

She drank about half a bottle of water, ate a piece of bread, and felt full. She screwed the cap back on, took a deep breath, and looked at the man sitting there smoking. "... They say that people who watch the sunset and then the sunrise here are very happy. Chu Yi Sheng, want to come along?"

***

Liang Xi Cheng pressed his aching temples. When his phone rang, he answered instantly. "... Did you find it? ... Yes, send someone to follow first. You come back to the hospital."

After hanging up the phone, he glanced at his watch; almost five hours had passed, but the surgery wasn't over yet. He couldn't wait any longer; Guan Jiu had called to say the person had been found and was with Chu Yi Sheng. His already furrowed brows seemed to tighten even more.

It had been almost six hours since she left. Had she been with Chu Yi Sheng the whole time?

Guan Jiu arrived again in about twenty minutes. The operating room light was still on. Liang Xi Cheng glanced at it, then finally took the car keys from Guan Jiu and instructed him, "Wait here. As soon as the surgery is over, whatever the result, call me immediately. I'm going to find her now."

Guan Jiu nodded.

Liang Xi Cheng drove to that Ming Yang Mountain.

He knew there was a Ming Yang Mountain in City A, but he'd never been there. He was in a bit of a rush and even used navigation, but then he ran into rush hour traffic, getting stuck in a long line of cars. It was a stop-and-go process, and by the time he reached the foot of the mountain, it was completely dark.

Liang Xi Cheng knew Yan Liang didn't have her phone, so he tried to call Chu Yi Sheng, but the call was immediately disconnected.

No doubt, it was Chu Yi Sheng's doing.

Liang Xi Cheng cursed under his breath, his face grim, but decided to climb to the top himself.

Ming Yang Mountain wasn't very steep, and its height was average. Although it was night, the mountain path was lit by streetlights after development, so the climb wasn't strenuous. For someone like Liang Xi Cheng, who exercised regularly, the ascent was even faster.

So when he arrived, he saw two people on the summit, one standing and one sitting.

It was a bit chilly at night, and being on a mountain, Yan Liang wasn't wearing many clothes, so Chu Yi Sheng took off his coat and draped it over her. She wouldn't let him touch her, so he stood behind her, actually quite worried she might suddenly fall asleep. If that happened, he thought he could at least hold her and prevent her from falling.

She had been constantly moving around all day, and it was clear she was exhausted. At first, she had talked quite a bit, but now she spoke less, sitting there blankly, saying she wanted to watch the sunrise. Night had only just fallen; watching the sunrise would take another ten hours or so. She was certainly determined.

When footsteps sounded behind him, Chu Yi Sheng immediately sensed it. At this hour, the person most likely to find this place was Liang Xi Cheng. He frowned, a hint of resistance in his heart.

For so many days and nights, he had been able to possess this woman. He only wanted to spend a day and a night with her, but this man wouldn't allow it.

Of course not.

To Liang Xi Cheng, Chu Yi Sheng's very existence was a danger.

Yan Liang had been with him for so many hours after disappearing. Just thinking about it made him unable to calm down.

Strutting forward, Yan Liang, sitting on a rock, also heard the sound behind her. Turning around, she saw the man striding towards her, his tall figure blending into the darkness, making him appear even more profound.

Her delicate brows furrowed, her face, which had just calmed down, paled again. This expression upon seeing him could be interpreted as—resistance.

"Yan Liang, come back with me." Liang Xi Cheng spoke first, not having time for many words. He had been searching for her for as long as he had worried, and now, seeing her standing here with this man, a burning anger flared within him, yet he restrained himself.

He didn't want to get angry, and of course, he knew it wasn't the right time.

He trusted Yan Liang. He knew exactly what kind of woman she was; she wouldn't do anything to betray him. But he simply wouldn't allow her to get too close to other men, especially this Chu Yi Sheng. He knew it was his possessiveness that was too strong; men in love are always like this, insecure and anxious. Even with the words "Liang Xi Cheng's wife" written all over her, he still couldn't rest easy.

Yan Liang knew he would find her eventually, but she hadn't expected it to be now. She was exhausted; she had felt like a wandering soul all day, truly worn out. She didn't have the energy to argue with him anymore. She had to go back eventually; her mother was still in surgery. Where could she possibly hide?

She was also worried that if she didn't move, Liang Xi Cheng and Chu Yi Sheng would probably have a big fight, which was the last thing she wanted to see. So she naturally stood up and said to Chu Yi Sheng, who was standing next to her, "Thank you so much for today. Thank you for the bread, thank you for the water, and thank you for spending so much time with me."

Yan Liang tried to force a smile at him, but the smile remained frozen on her lips.

Remembering his earlier words, "Don't smile at me like that," she held back. But in the instant they brushed past each other, Chu Yi Sheng couldn't resist and grabbed her wrist.

Yan Liang paused, looking up. In the darkness, the man beside her seemed particularly dark and unfathomable. He appeared to be suppressing his emotions, finally saying, "... If you don't want to leave ..."

"Thank you, but I have to go back." She interrupted him, not intending to drag anyone else into this chaotic situation.

Her words were clear enough; Chu Yi Sheng seemed to have no right to stop her. He had always known that her heart had never truly belonged to him.

He released her wrist, watching helplessly as Liang Xi Cheng so easily led her down the mountain.

The night wind blew, and he still clutched the suit jacket she had given him, seemingly still carrying her scent. Chu Yi Sheng stood forlornly by the large rock, then put on his own jacket, gazing at the dazzling lights before him.

***

Descending the mountain, Liang Xi Cheng frowned the entire way. Yan Liang remained silent; he felt as if something was stuck in his throat. He had so much to say to her, but now that he saw her, his usual unwavering confidence seemed to have vanished.

The descent seemed faster than the ascent. Yan Liang, lacking stamina and having eaten little all day, was already panting halfway down.

Liang Xi Cheng noticed and reached out to support her. His thin lips moved, and he called out "Yan Liang," but she frowned, stepped aside, and continued walking without a word.

Liang Xi Cheng's gaze darkened. He stepped forward, bent down, and scooped her up in his arms. Yan Liang was startled, gasped, and instinctively placed her hands against his chest.

"... Put me down."

"You can talk to me now?" Liang Xi Cheng's eyes were deep, his tone sharp. "Didn't I tell you not to think about running away from me? Yan Liang, I'm not joking. You can throw a tantrum all you want, but don't even think about running away, especially not with that Chu Yi Sheng!"

Yan Liang's brows furrowed even more. Her face, already not very pretty, became even colder now. Although resisting his movements was futile, her resistance only grew stronger.

"... I'm not throwing a tantrum!"

Liang Xi Cheng paused, his deep eyes fixed on the stubborn woman in his arms. He sighed, "You didn't throw a tantrum? I wish you would. Don't keep everything bottled up inside, okay? I know you can't accept that right now, but why did you run away? Do you know how worried I was about you for the past six hours? If you wanted to come up the mountain, I could have come with you. Why did you stay with that Chu Yi Sheng? Don't you know what he's up to?"

Yan Liang felt uncomfortable and didn't know how to face this man—she wasn't lying, she really ... wasn't throwing a tantrum, and didn't want to. She wasn't a child; she understood things clearly. It wasn't a matter of principle between them; there was an insurmountable chasm between them.

"Yes, I ran away, but I just wanted some space to catch my breath." Yan Liang defended herself. "You can't expect me to understand you in such a short time. The main characters in this matter aren't your parents, they're mine! You know that? Even if it really happened to you, didn't you side with your mother? What do you want me to do? I just wanted to come up here for some fresh air. Don't drag Chu Yi Sheng into this. He was just trying to help me out of kindness; he's not as despicable as you think!"

She felt she didn't blame him, but she needed time to slowly process everything. Perhaps only when she could be completely at peace could she stand by his side again, holding his hand. This emotion wasn't about hating him as a person, but it was also about hating him.

However, her explanation, towards the end, clearly carried a hint of emotion, especially the last sentence, which completely changed the meaning in Liang Xi Cheng's ears.

"What I'm thinking is despicable?" Liang Xi Cheng's thick eyebrows furrowed, his tone instantly sharpening. "Yan Liang, are you taking that man's side in front of me? When did your scales tip in his favor? It's only been six hours. What did he do to you that made you speak up for him in front of me?"

Liang Xi Cheng's emotions were running high.

It wasn't his fault. There were some indelible things between them, and both wanted to handle it carefully. But the more they cared, the more chaotic things became.

She simply wanted to express that she needed some space to catch her breath, but to her, Liang Xi Cheng was too domineering and autocratic. He came, and she had to follow him down the mountain. Had he even asked if she wanted to? Of course, he wouldn't ask, because even if she said no, he would find a way to get her down the mountain.

As for Liang Xi Cheng, he didn't care what she did—hitting, yelling, cursing, crying … he didn't care what she did, as long as she was by his side. He knew those things were too shocking for her; she definitely couldn't accept them. But no matter what, wasn't she his wife? She should stand by his side. He had clearly told her that even knowing the truth, he wouldn't let go of her hand. Why did she turn around and run away? And why was she still with Chu Yi Sheng …?

Now, she was still protecting that man in front of him like this.

Liang Xi Cheng couldn't control his emotions. In this situation, someone who had never defended any man in front of him had suddenly turned against him. He was tense and uneasy. A man can only use domineering behavior to cover up those uneasy feelings.

He reached out and gripped Yan Liang's waist tightly, his brow furrowed, and asked, "Tell me, what did that bastard Chu Yi Sheng do to you?"

Yan Liang felt a sharp pain in her waist; it wasn't actually that painful, but she felt uncomfortable. Liang Xi Cheng's accusatory tone made her even more uncomfortable. All her resentment seemed to build up in her throat, leaving her without the desire to speak.

Biting her lip, she simply lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Liang Xi Cheng had already reached the foot of the mountain, and the car was parked not far away, but the woman in his arms was sulking and refusing to speak. He felt even worse. There was already a chasm between them, and now, an invisible repulsive aura had been added.

Liang Xi Cheng placed her by the car door, letting her back rest against it. He braced his hands on either side of her, frowning as he approached. Yan Liang, her face cold, turned her head away. Liang Xi Cheng reached out and grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Yan Liang, don’t be like this, okay? Talk to me!”

Yan Liang bit her lip, turning her face away, then lowered her eyes, her hands tightly gripping her shirt, but she remained silent.

Liang Xi Cheng’s heart sank further. His thin, sensual lips moved slightly, his voice becoming softer, tinged with pleading, “… Before I told you the truth, you promised me, okay? Yan Liang, you’re my wife, you know? Think about it, you were with a man in a place like this late at night, how could I not worry about you?”

“…”

“… Are you planning to never talk to me?”

…

"Fine, you said that over 20 years ago, regarding your father's situation, you didn't get angry with me, saying you needed space to process things. So now you're not talking to me because of that Chu Yi Sheng, right? You're getting angry with me because of that man?"

Yan Liang felt that Liang Xi Cheng was truly unreasonable today.

Her red lips moved, about to say something, but the man who had been leaning against her suddenly pulled away, turned around, opened the car door, and let her get in. He quickly followed, got into the car himself, and started the engine with a cold face.

Yan Liang felt a mix of emotions, a mix of feelings. She felt the heavy, chilling atmosphere in the car; he was angry.

She suddenly found it ridiculous. Why was he angry? What right did he have to be angry?

Chu Yi Sheng … was it all because of Chu Yi Sheng?

He was clearly being unreasonable, so why didn't he look at his own actions? After what happened, did he think he had some kind of invincible Transformer? Could she really digest all that in just a few hours, then hold his hand and happily start a new life together?

Then, what about her deceased father? Who will give him justice?!

She was sulking, not wanting to say a word. Sitting in the passenger seat, she looked out the window, not even glancing at the man driving beside her.

Halfway there, Guan Jiu's phone rang. Liang Xi Cheng knew it must be news from Qin Mu Hua at the hospital. He frowned, glancing at the woman beside him; her profile was even colder than his own. He deliberately handed the phone to Yan Liang, "It might be a result from your mother's surgery. Do you want to hear it?"

Yan Liang's heart skipped a beat. It was related to Qin Mu Hua. Without thinking too much, she reached out and took the phone.

"Hello ..."

Guan Jiu paused for a moment, but recognizing Yan Liang's voice, he quickly said, "Mrs. Liang, your mother's surgery has just finished. I just wanted to let you know. She's in her ward now. Dr. Smith said the surgery was successful, but she probably won't wake up yet."

"... When will she wake up?"

"It should take a little more time, Mrs. Liang. Don't worry, because she's still under observation, the doctor said it's not convenient for relatives to visit. It would be best to come tomorrow morning. You don't need to come in the evening, Mrs. Liang."

Yan Liang knew that Guan Jiu wouldn't lie to her, especially since it concerned her mother's condition; he had no reason to lie. After considering it seriously, she asked, "... Are you sure? Is my mother really alright?"

"Mrs. Liang, don't worry. Dr. Smith is a very renowned authority in neurology. He came specifically for your mother's surgery. He's very confident that she'll wake up some time after the operation. Mrs. Liang, you don't need to come to the hospital tonight; it wouldn't be convenient for you to see your mother anyway."

Yan Liang nodded and said, "Okay."

Since she wouldn't see her mother at the hospital that night, she decided not to go. During her previous quarantine, she had developed a strange fear of the smell of hospital disinfectant. She didn't want to see a hospital unless absolutely necessary.

After hanging up, she handed the phone to Liang Xi Cheng. Looking out the car window at the city lights coming on, she remembered that her flight to England was originally scheduled for that evening, but now … it was already past 7 pm. She knew she definitely couldn't go, but Liang Xi Cheng didn't say anything. She held her breath, not wanting to bring it up herself.

An awkward silence fell over the car again. Beneath Liang Xi Cheng's seemingly calm eyes flickered a complex mix of emotions. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the occasional flash of a streetlamp illuminated his handsome face through the window. His refined features, besides being sculpted, carried an icy coldness, and upon closer inspection, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

Both seemed to be holding onto something, yet it was unclear what they were stubbornly clinging to, and neither spoke.

Liang Xi Cheng had clearly heard Guan Jiu's conversation with Yan Liang, so he didn't drive directly to the hospital but instead drove to their villa.

Upon getting out of the car, he went straight around the front and opened the passenger door. Yan Liang stubbornly refused to open it, her delicate brows furrowed as she glanced at him.

Liang Xi Cheng was filled with anger, anxiety, and helplessness. Finally, he reached out and scooped her out of the car.

Yan Liang instinctively struggled, pushing him away, "I can walk by myself ..." Before she could finish speaking, the back of her neck was gripped. Liang Xi Cheng's hot breath, carrying a domineering force, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Yan Liang hadn't expected him to kiss her. She let out a soft "Mmm" and struggled, but Liang Xi Cheng simply put her down, pressing her against the garage door frame. He cupped her cheeks in his hands, deepening the kiss.

His technique was always superb. Soon, Yan Liang was panting heavily from his kisses. Having had many intimate encounters with him, he knew her sensitive spots all too well. His hands lifted her hem, moving deeper, reaching her breasts, grasping one soft spot, and gently squeezing it. His deep voice held a hint of suppressed huskiness.

“… I let you to walk, and you ran away. I said a few words to you, and you ignored me, even defending other men in front of me. I know you're hurting, but I'm hurting even more. I know all those things, no matter how many excuses I make to clear my father's name, they're all just excuses. Even if I told you it was all a conspiracy by Ye Sheng Ming more than 20 years ago, you probably wouldn't believe me. But I've made it very clear to you—we can't separate because of the previous generation. I said I won't let go of your hand. Hit me, scold me, whatever you want, but don't torture me. Hmm?”

Yan Liang's heart trembled violently.

The man's deep voice, like aged red wine, sprayed onto her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She was utterly defenseless against him, both before and now.

Yan Liang had always known that she was indeed a little awkward, but wouldn't anyone feel uncomfortable and repulsed in that situation?

She felt she needed to calm down, needed time, but Liang Xi Cheng was just that domineering, squeezing out every little bit of space she had painstakingly created between them, yet he still acted so self-righteously.

She felt exhausted, her voice weak, "... Don't be like this."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

What do I want him to do?

Yan Liang was silent for a moment, then looked up—

"Weren't you going to send me to England? Send me there then. I think ... it would be better if we separated."

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