Chairman Husband, Too Boorish - 165

Chapter 165 : Are you sure it's really me who's fickle?

Bars abroad are different from those in China.

In China, drinking and dancing are mixed together, but in the UK, drinking and dancing are separate activities, and the atmosphere is still quite good.

Today is Demon's birthday, and many classmates came to celebrate with him. Although they come from different places, they've been taking classes together for five months, so their relationship is naturally good. Those who can get into SGA are basically all skilled architects, possessing a certain pride and not easily admitting defeat, but they also don't use underhanded methods to win; they value honesty and integrity.

Because of this, their relationships are free of ulterior motives.

Demon is very outgoing and has many friends. Because it's his birthday, everyone relaxed. Yan Liang's alcohol tolerance isn't very high; drinking and stopping intermittently, and even went to the restroom several times.

Demon, being a gentleman, noticed she was quite drunk. While Yan Liang went to the restroom, he told everyone that he wouldn't let her drink any more, as she had homework due tomorrow.

Regardless of nationality, love remains the same throughout history—a man who likes a woman will constantly revolve around her, trying every means to attract her attention, unable to bear seeing her suffer or feel uncomfortable.

Presumably, everyone in the class knew that Demon was deeply in love with this beautiful girl from China, except for Yan Liang, who remained oblivious, thinking the man was simply a bit too outgoing.

Yan Liang washed her face in the restroom, took two tissues to wipe her wet cheeks, her throat feeling sore and dry, quite uncomfortable. However, after washing her face, she felt much clearer-headed. Two Chinese people stood nearby. Meeting people from another country in a foreign land evoked a sense of familiarity, and Yan Liang couldn't help but glance at them a couple more times. The two young girls were engrossed in their phones, looking at something with excited admiration.

Yan Liang didn't think much of it. After washing and drying her hands, she prepared to leave the restroom. However, in the instant she brushed past the two girls, she unexpectedly noticed a handsome face—a face she knew intimately, a face that haunted her mind night after night—on their phones.

She unconsciously tightened her grip on her handbag, her steps faltering.

The phone screen wasn't small, and the dense text wasn't very clear, but the enlarged photo was exceptionally sharp.

The two girls were probably from northern China, speaking their local dialect. They spoke so fast that Yan Liang couldn't understand them clearly, but she could roughly understand that they were talking about how handsome and charming the man in the photo was.

That man was—Liang Xi Cheng.

The photo was probably taken when Liang Xi Cheng attended some event. Standing next to him was a stunningly beautiful woman; Yan Liang recognized her—it was Ye Qing. The two were intimately linked arm in arm. There were several smaller photos nearby, all showing Liang Xi Cheng and Ye Qing talking intimately, and a few showing the soft lines of his profile, his gentle eyes.

Five months. So, she had already been in England for five months, but only a third of the 18 months had passed.

Yan Liang recalled the day she left City A with Rex, all alone. Upon arriving in England, just as Rex had said, everything was prepared for her—accommodation, clothing, and other necessities. Liang Xi Cheng had arranged for someone to take care of everything, even the procedures for entering SGA, all handled by Rex.

Actually, whenever she returned to her current apartment in England, the entire place seemed to reek of Liang Xi Cheng's scent, making her particularly afraid of the nights. Lying in bed at night, she would always think of those days in City A.

It turned out, she had endured for five months. For these five months, he had been completely silent, truly, without giving her a single piece of information. When she pleaded with him—"Let me go, let me catch my breath …"—was she truly hoping for that?

Was it a clean break?

Or did she still believe, deep down, that he couldn't bear to let go of her hand, just as she couldn't bear to let go of him?

But now, she felt she had been wrong.

Five months had passed, and he hadn't called her once. He only informed her mother about her situation in City A each month through Rex. He was truly determined to give her space, to let her breathe. But she hadn't expected him to be living such a fulfilling life in City A.

Yan Liang bit her lip. Once her emotions stirred, the suppressed effects of the alcohol seemed to rise as well. Her throat felt dry, and her heart ached slightly. She instinctively gripped her bag tightly, just as her phone rang.

She took a breath and hurried to the restroom door. She saw Demon holding his phone; it was probably him calling. Sure enough, as soon as he saw Yan Liang come out, he hung up and quickly walked up to her. "Liang, you don't look well. Did you drink too much?"

Yan Liang didn't want to speak, her face dark as she waved her hand.

Demon assumed she was truly drunk, his sculpted features filled with worry and self-reproach. "Sorry, I didn't know you had such a low alcohol tolerance. Let me take you home ..."

"I'm fine," Yan Liang interrupted him. "I'm not drunk, and I don't want to go home yet."

"…"

Going back, she'd be alone in her apartment, looking at everything her husband in City A had prepared for her—the things she sat on, the things she used, the food she ate, the clothes she wore. But she couldn't see him, couldn't hear him; even checking his news felt taboo. Meanwhile, he was living a carefree life in City A.

Yan Liang knew she had chosen this path, but hadn't they both tacitly agreed to it?

She had never truly considered leaving him, abandoning him, even though she had never said it aloud. But did he know how much courage it took for her to come this far?

She was suffering, thinking he would suffer as much as she did, but he hadn't!

No woman could remain unmoved after seeing such a scene, especially since they hadn't been in contact for five months.

"Let's stop drinking for a bit and get something to eat." Demon noticed her pale face, but since she said she didn't want to go home, he was naturally more than happy to oblige. He quickly added, "There's cake, let's go eat cake. Something sweet."

Yan Liang forced a smile, not refusing, and let Demon pull her back to the booth. Many classmates had already drunk quite a bit, and a few who were a bit tipsy immediately brought more drinks when they saw Yan Liang.

Demon waved his hand, loudly proclaiming, "No more drinking! Liang, she's drunk, she can't hold her liquor. Today is my birthday, I'm in charge!"

However, the more he tried to protect Yan Liang, the more others egged him on. Coupled with Yan Liang's depressed mood, she didn't refuse the drinks offered. After a few glasses, she was already feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Finally, the group started playing games, playing them really hard. Demon himself was already quite drunk, and Yan Liang was also completely out of it.

Later, Yan Liang didn't know when the birthday party ended, nor did she know who took her back to her apartment when she left the bar. She wasn't usually very close to people; Demon knew her address, but he was drunk that day. Yan Liang only remembered someone helping her into the car and someone else helping her out.

She swayed unsteadily the whole way. As soon as she got out of the car, the cold wind hit her face, and she couldn't stand it. She leaned against a tree by the house entrance and vomited for a while. Someone handed her a bottle of water, and without thinking much, Yan Liang took it, opened it, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and drank almost half the bottle in one gulp.

Her stomach felt like it was on fire, making her feel terrible.

But she'd already vomited. She squatted by the tree, touching her cheek, not rushing to stand up. Although quite drunk, the vomiting had sobered her up considerably. Looking around, she knew she was near her house. She didn't look up at the person standing beside her.

It must be a classmate.

She put the water bottle aside, hugged her knees, and sat down on the ground, waving her hand. "Thank you. I'll just stand here for a bit and then go inside. Thank you for bringing me home. It's not convenient today, so I won't invite you in."

The person beside her remained silent. Yan Liang didn't think much of it; her mind was a jumble. Occasionally, a car would whiz by across the street, but she didn't bother to check if the person who brought her home was already gone. She felt terrible. Actually, being drunk was worse, especially when vomiting; it felt like her internal organs were being ripped out. But once she was empty, she felt a void …

Humans are so contradictory, just like her.

She thought about it, longed for it, yet dared not.

Was she just asking for trouble?

But … didn't he clearly say he'd wait for her here? She hadn't even gone far, yet he was already gone.

Men's words are probably so unreliable. What about Liang Xi Cheng? She'd only been gone for five months, knowing perfectly well where she was, yet he hadn't contacted her even once, not even a phone call …

Her heart ached. The night wind made her eyes sting. Those long-suppressed emotions raged and tormented within her chest, refusing to cease until they drove her mad!

Yan Liang couldn't hold back any longer. She grabbed a water bottle from the side, and in a fit of rage, abruptly stood up and threw it away. At the same time, she shouted into the dark foreign night sky, "... Liang Xi Cheng, you fickle bastard, I hate you—"

But the next second, she lost her balance and leaned backward. Yan Liang gasped, instinctively closing her eyes, thinking she was going to fall. But unexpectedly, a pair of hands suddenly appeared and caught her steadily.

Yan Liang's body stiffened. She was mostly sober now, but her mind was still a little hazy, and her reactions were a beat slower. She felt the expected pain hadn't come, but instead, she heard a low, deep breath beside her ear—it seemed … somewhat familiar.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the handsome face that came into view was the one she had longed for day and night: deep-set eyebrows, a straight nose, thin lips, and those most captivating, dark eyes—this face … was she dreaming?

It wasn't that she hadn't dreamed of him. In the past five months, she had all sorts of dreams, not all of them involving this man, but he occupied the majority of them. He was so domineering; he had clearly said he would leave her a way out, yet he remained inseparable from her.

Now, she was dreaming too …

But today's dream felt so real, because his breath was clearly spraying on her face. His face drew closer and closer, and she could see her own face reflected in the depths of those alluring eyes …

Was this really a dream?

She couldn't help but reach out and suddenly press her hand against his brow. The soft fingers gently pressed down, the overly realistic sensation jolting Yan Liang awake—this wasn't a dream.

This man …

“Are you sure it’s really me who’s been fickle?"

The man suddenly spoke, his deep voice, resonant and powerful, tinged with a hint of suppressed emotion. The way his two sword-like eyebrows were slightly furrowed—it felt so familiar, yet so distant. “You have so many grievances against me, why don’t you come and confront me face-to-face? Getting drunk and cursing me, you’ve really made a name for yourself!”

“…” Yan Liang blinked, somewhat dazed. Every part of her brain seemed to stop working; her breathing stopped, her heartbeat stopped, the whole world, all sound … stopped.

All she could see was that handsome, deep-set face, and all that echoed in her ears was that deep voice.

She wasn’t dreaming, she wasn’t dreaming … Bai Yan Liang, it was real! The man in front of you, the man holding you, is real … Her mind went blank for a moment before she finally came to her senses. Yan Liang's stiff body twitched, a breath still caught in her throat, when suddenly someone grabbed the back of her neck and lower back, forcing her up. She let out a muffled groan, unsteady on her feet, her steps controlled, and she stumbled back two steps until her back slammed against the wall.

“… Liang Xi Cheng …”

Those three heartbreaking words rolled across her tongue, then across her heart. The next second, her lips were firmly sealed by someone's. Yan Liang trembled violently, her hands instinctively reaching for Liang Xi Cheng's chest, but the man grabbed her wrists, lifting them high. His hard body pressed against her soft frame, kissing her fiercely, forcefully, and deeply.

It's been too long. Five months, so many days and nights. He thought about her health, couldn't sleep, but still didn't dare call her, afraid she wouldn't be able to face him. He just indulged her, letting her be alone in England. Here, he had people send him glimpses of her life, her studies—every single image was the best remedy for this terminally ill patient.

If it weren't for those photos—that blond, blue-eyed brat dared to hold her hand—he might have continued this lifestyle.

He didn't know how long he would have to wait, but he thought that if she wanted, a year and a half, two and a half, or even three and a half, he was willing to give her time. Anyway, he hadn't resolved the problems at the Ye family, and half the reason he hadn't contacted her was for her safety.

Rex had told him several times that Ye Sheng Ming had secretly sent people to England. If it weren't for his foresight in sending Rex to keep an eye on Yan Liang, Ye Sheng Ming would probably have already taken action.

She was still alright, and he knew she was doing very well at SGA; her design talent had been fully revealed. Watching the woman he loved most under those cameras every day, Liang Xi Cheng sometimes felt helpless, sometimes very satisfied.

But she dared to hold hands with another man.

He finally couldn't resist. He left the photos behind, had Guan Jiu prepare a private jet, and came directly to England.

Only after arriving could he confirm that he hadn't made a mistake. The feeling in his arms was so fulfilling. Holding her, kissing her, fiercely devouring her breath, even the taste of alcohol in his mouth tasted sweet ...

"... What did you call me, hmm?"

Liang Xi Cheng nibbled at her lips, controlling her breathing. The woman, somewhat sober after drinking, had most of her reason consumed by his kisses. She only heard a deep, seductive, gentle male voice in her ear, making her want to cry uncontrollably, "Call me husband."

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