Chairman Husband, Too Boorish - 179

Chapter 179 : Yan Liang, put that damn thing down!

"Why aren't you eating?"

Liang Xi Cheng frowned, rubbing his aching brow. His eyes were bloodshot, a result of exhaustion.

Yan Liang stared at him silently, her face pale and tired. She hadn't rested well for days; dark circles under her eyes were heartbreaking.

Liang Xi Cheng sighed softly, frowned, and then stepped forward, taking off his coat and tossing it onto the sofa. Standing before her, he reached out to grasp her slender shoulders, but Yan Liang took a step back. Her aloofness instantly chilled Liang Xi Cheng's expression.

"... You made me come all the way from City A just for this? To let me know you still resent me, hate me, and then you refuse to eat, torturing your own body? You ..."

Liang Xi Cheng's tone was cold. "Whatever it is, eat first."

He turned slightly and called out. The maid downstairs quickly brought in the prepared meal. Liang Xi Cheng pointed to the coffee table and calmly ordered, "Go downstairs and heat up another glass of milk. Bring it up later."

"Yes, Mr. Liang."

The maid quietly withdrew, closing the bedroom door behind her. Liang Xi Cheng reached up and unbuttoned three buttons of his shirt, revealing his tanned skin and muscular chest, faintly visible.

He stepped forward, and Yan Liang backed away. His gaze darkened, and he simply reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Come on, eat. I know you sent me from City A because you want to talk to me. Don't be stubborn, eat first. I'll listen to whatever you want to say."

Yan Liang bit her lip, struggling silently. Liang Xi Cheng ignored her, pulling her down onto the sofa, picking up a bowl of rice, and handing it to her. "Are you going to eat by yourself, or do you want me to feed you?"

"... I won't eat."

She finally spoke, her voice slightly hoarse, perhaps from suppressed emotions. "I want to leave here, Liang Xi Cheng. What do you mean by having so many people watching me?"

"That means you want me to feed you."

His calm voice carried an unyielding air. Yan Liang pursed her lips tightly, refusing to compromise.

The two remained locked in this stalemate, Liang Xi Cheng maintaining the same posture throughout. After a long silence, he finally nodded, his deep voice carrying a hint of compromise, "Be good, finish your food, and I'll agree to anything you say."

Yan Liang's eyes flashed, a hint of disbelief in them, "... Really?"

"Eat it, open your mouth."

Yan Liang paused, then finally reached out, "I'll do it myself."

Liang Xi Cheng didn't force her. He handed her the rice and chopsticks, then got up and walked to the French windows, lighting a cigarette.

Yan Liang was actually quite hungry; she hadn't eaten much all day, so finishing a bowl of rice wasn't difficult. She had almost finished the dishes on the coffee table. Standing up, she looked at the man standing by the French windows and said, "I've eaten. Now it's my turn to speak, Liang Xi Cheng. I don't want to stay here anymore. You can take me back, to City A, or I can stay in England, it's fine. But don't let your people follow me anymore, openly or secretly. From now on ... we shouldn't have any other contact. That's all I wanted to say to you today."

Liang Xi Cheng didn't move. He remained with his back to Yan Liang, his hand hanging at his side, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers. The man's reflection in the mirror was cold and stern.

Yan Liang waited a long time without receiving a response. Her delicate brows furrowed. "... I hope you can keep your promise. You just said that as long as I finish eating all this, you'd agree to anything I asked—"

"Except for this."

The man finally spoke. Yan Liang looked at his straight back; a simple white shirt accentuated his tall and imposing figure. His words were cold and hard. "I can agree to anything else you ask, but not this."

Yan Liang clenched her fists at her sides, glaring angrily at the man's back. "Liang Xi Cheng, are you playing me? You said you'd agree to anything I asked, and after I finished eating, you went back on your word? When did you become so shameless?"

"Shameless?"

Liang Xi Cheng stubbed out his cigarette, turned around, and squinted at the angry woman. After a moment, he nodded. "If you think this is shameless ... Fine, then be shameless. If being shameless will keep you obediently by my side, if being shameless will make you eat obediently, then I don't mind being a little shameless."

"…"

"You're protesting my actions with a hunger strike, and I can do it. I'll fly over every day to make you eat."

The man strode towards her. Yan Liang's eyes were filled with anger. She wanted to turn and leave, but Liang Xi Cheng was faster. He suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms. He held her chin with one hand, his cold words carrying the strong smell of tobacco, "Don't force me, Yan Liang. You know I can do anything. There's always a way to make you eat obediently."

Yan Liang's whole body tensed. She struggled fiercely, but couldn't break free. She raised her hand, almost with all her might, and slapped his handsome, cold face hard.

"Smack!" A crisp sound.

Both of them were stunned for a moment. Yan Liang was truly furious, and her whole body was trembling.

Liang Xi Cheng could have dodged, but he took the slap head-on.

She felt pain. They say force is reciprocal, and that's absolutely true. Otherwise, why would her palm feel a burning pain? Her fingertips were trembling …

The man's cheek bore a clear five-finger mark, showing just how much force her slap had brought down. Yet, he didn't even flinch, still holding her tightly.

“… Hit me, yell at me, whatever. If one slap isn't enough to vent your anger, then hit me again.” He pointed to his other cheek, practically offering it to her. “Here, hit me again, I won't stop you.”

He knew she was hurt, knew she was indignant, knew she was wronged. He would indulge her however she wanted to vent, he would comfort her, he would spoil her, as long as she felt comfortable.

Except when she said she wanted to leave.

He couldn't do that. He wouldn't let her go.

 

Yan Liang could no longer hold back; tears streamed down her face. It felt as if someone was tearing her soul apart. The pain was unbearable, and her voice trembled as she sobbed, "... Why do you have to do this? Why? Can't you just let me go? Letting me go is letting yourself go ... Liang Xi Cheng, what kind of woman am I? Don't you really know? Even if you give me countless reasons ... I could never accept my husband marrying another woman ... Let me go. You can keep my body, but you can't keep my heart. Don't make me ... hate you even more."

"Hate?"

Liang Xi Cheng seemed to be provoked by those two words. His gaze suddenly darkened, and he shook his head. "No, you can't hate me."

"I ... um ..."

Before she could utter a word of rebuttal, her lips were sealed by a kiss, a kiss tinged with anger, yet also seemingly an expression of some unspoken resentment and unspeakable pain.

Liang Xi Cheng held Yan Liang tightly, with such force that he wished he could crush her completely and integrate her into his own bones, so that he wouldn't have to worry about her leaving him. He gripped her waist tightly with both hands, and Yan Liang was still struggling, constantly twisting her body. The more uncooperative she was, the more Liang Xi Cheng wanted to conquer her. Finally, he pushed her onto the sofa and pressed his tall body down on top of her.

Yan Liang's lips, finally freed, opened and cried out, "... Let go, let me go ... Liang Xi Cheng, you bastard, let me go—um, ah ..."

"I know, I am hateful, I'm a bastard, but I love you."

Liang Xi Cheng reached out and cupped her cheeks, forcefully spreading her legs apart. His strong body pressed against her, pinning her soft body against the corner of the sofa, and he said fiercely, "Did you hear me? I love you, Yan Liang, I love you, don't leave me ..."

"... You're going to marry another woman."

Her tears fell, landing squarely on his thin lips. The man's lips trembled, then he kissed her more forcefully. The tears were salty, tinged with bitterness, making the kiss even more bitter. Liang Xi Cheng held her tightly, one hand pressing down on her slender waist, the other lifting her nightgown. Yan Liang wasn't even wearing bra, he easily removed her nightgown. In an instant, the woman beneath him was completely exposed, wearing only her underwear.

Liang Xi Cheng used his knee to pin her struggling movements down, his dark eyes fixed on the woman beneath him, her face slightly flushed. He ripped open his shirt, not even bothering to unbuckle his belt, and pressed himself against her again.

“… No, don’t touch me.”

Yan Liang trembled all over, her hands weakly trying to push him away. She shook her head, tears streaming down her face, her sobbing voice like that of a desperate little animal, “… Don’t touch me … don’t touch me … I don’t want to … don’t …”

“But I want you, I want you so much … I want you so much, Yan Liang, feel how much I miss you.”

Liang Xi Cheng’s thin lips pressed against hers, knowing her body’s sensitive spots all too well. One hand gently caressed her sensitive earlobe, while the other reached down, exploring … between her legs, long fingers parted her panties, pushed them aside, and inserted a finger into her opening. His voice, once filled with pain, was now tinged with desire, making it even more husky and sexy. "Baby, I won't betray you. I'll prove it to you right now. My body, my desires, only belong to you. Everything I have is only for you. I don't want to see any other women. Trust me, okay? Announcing the marriage is just a delaying tactic. Give me some time ..."

"…"

His fingers suddenly pierced her, and Yan Liang's body tensed instinctively. Liang Xi Cheng's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his breathing heavy. "Baby, relax, don't clench, it's your husband's finger. Be good, be a good girl, and I'll give you anything, make you feel good ..."

Yan Liang's body was well controlled by Liang Xi Cheng. Her resistance grew weaker and weaker. She knew in her heart that she couldn't, that she wanted to leave. She had a bellyful of resentment, but at this moment, she couldn't vent it all. Feeling his fingers inside her, teasing that sensitive spot, she couldn't remain indifferent. She bit her lip until it bled, but she didn't want to make a sound that would make her feel ashamed.

Liang Xi Cheng lowered his head, caressing her lips, his voice rough and hoarse, "... Don't bite, just moan. I like hearing you moan beneath me, be good."

"... Liang ... Xi Cheng, don't touch me ... You're not my husband, I don't acknowledge you! I want a divorce! If you can't resist, go find another woman, go find Ye Qing, ah—"

Her words made Liang Xi Cheng pause in all his movements. He looked down at the woman in his arms, her eyes blurred with tears, and felt a dull ache in his heart. But at this moment, he couldn't stop himself, as if desperately trying to prove that she was his woman. The more she said those words, the stronger his desire to conquer her became.

His gaze darkened, and Liang Xi Cheng reached for his belt. His manhood, thick and long, was already erect, feeling intensely.

Yan Liang saw him reach for his belt and her heart skipped a beat. She knew he wasn't joking; he was serious. How could he?

How could he do such a thing to her at this moment?

Perhaps because of extreme resentment, his flirtatious actions didn't make her too succumb. Yan Liang only felt Liang Xi Cheng's control over her loosen considerably. She immediately reached out and shoved the man kneeling between her legs away. Liang Xi Cheng, caught off guard, stumbled from the push. Before he could even unbuckle his belt, he saw the woman on the sofa grab a nightgown and cover herself. At the same time, she grabbed a bowl from the coffee table opposite her and smashed it forcefully on the floor.

The bowl hit the floor with a crisp sound, shattering into pieces. Yan Liang swiftly grabbed a shard and clutched it tightly in her hand.

Liang Xi Cheng watched as she picked up the broken glass, his heart pounding. He strode forward, but Yan Liang had already retreated, pressing the shard to her neck. Her tear-streaked face was cold. "Don't come any closer!"

"Yan Liang—"

Liang Xi Cheng's features were unnaturally cold and stern, his entire being instantly filled with a murderous aura. He frowned at Yan Liang, his voice trembling, "... Don't do anything rash. Listen to me, put down that damn thing you're holding, Yan Liang ... be good, please? Put it down."

"Don't come any closer."

Yan Liang shook her head, tears welling up again, sliding down her cheeks. As she moved her lips, the tears seemed to soak into her tongue. The tears weren't salty, but bitter, making her feel even more miserable, yet her words were firm, "... Don't come any closer. Liang Xi Cheng, if you come any closer, I'll cut you down hard—"

"Yan Liang!"

"Don't call me!"

"Be good, put that thing down, I won't touch you, I promise, I won't touch you, be good, put it down."

For the first time in his life, Liang Xi Cheng was flustered, somewhat incoherent. He was genuinely afraid that this fierce woman would really cut herself like that. His heart was pounding, he didn't dare take a step forward, his eyes filled with panic. "Okay, I won't go over, put it down, your hand is bleeding ..."

It was true, it was bleeding.

The shard of the broken bowl she had picked up was the sharpest piece. Yan Liang held it tightly in her palm, and the sharp edge had cut her palm. Bright red blood quickly stained the shard in her hand.

Liang Xi Cheng's eyes reddened as he roared, "If this is the only way you can vent your anger, then come at me! Do you know that hurting yourself is hurting me? Put it down, put it down—I'm telling you, put it down!"

"And what about you? Aren't you hurting me too?"

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