Chairman Husband, Too Boorish - 183
Chapter 183 : 13 months later.
This thought, desperately growing in his mind,
made him even more relentless. Taking advantage of the moment Yan Liang parted
her lips to breathe, his nimble tongue invaded, sweeping across her inner
walls, causing her whole body to tremble uncontrollably …
He was her first man, her husband. He brought
her the thrill of love and countless orgasms. Eileen Chang once said—the
passage to a woman's soul is the yin.
This statement is absolutely true. The heart
and body, always the body's response, are the most direct and profound.
She knew in her heart that she couldn't
continue this entanglement with him, yet her body remained so sensitive to his
touch …
Liang Xi Cheng kissed her deeply, swallowing the
saliva in her mouth, sucking on her tongue, forcefully, making her feel numb,
her body weak and limp, her hands hanging limply at her sides, wanting to grasp
something, but her fingertips trembling …
“… Yan Liang, Yan Liang …”
The man's deep voice, filled with desire,
pressed against her lips, calling her name, each sound drilling into the depths
of her heart. This feeling was like a vine, wantonly … He drilled into her
body, found her heart, and wrapped it around her, making it impossible for her
to cut it open—because once wrapped, it was as if it were glued to her flesh
and blood; to cut it open would be to cut open her own heart …
It hurts…
Xi Cheng, it really hurts, it's so painful …
Her body slowly relaxed, and Liang Xi Cheng's
hands heavily kneaded her breasts. That beautiful presence was what he longed
for. Their foreheads pressed together, the air in the car was scorching. She
couldn't push the man off her, and just when she almost thought she was doomed,
a sudden cell phone ringtone sounded.
Both of them were startled. Yan Liang reacted
first, her muddled brain feeling as if it had been struck hard on the back of
her head with a stick. After a moment of stunned silence, her mind cleared
considerably.
“… Let go …” She pushed against the man on top
of her, but Liang Xi Cheng showed no intention of letting go. He bit her lip,
tracing the shape of her lips with his wet, hot tongue, his breathing heavy. “…
Never mind it, give it to me, I want you … Yan Liang …”
Yan Liang's breathing was erratic, her heart
trembling violently. The previous infatuation had been abruptly interrupted by
the phone call. Unable to push the man off her, she struggled to speak,
"... No, I don't want to ... Let me go ... Liang Xi Cheng, what is this?
We ... we're getting a divorce, don't touch me anymore..."
"You have feelings, dare you say you
don't love me anymore?" Only a man who can't have what he wants is driven
by desire to the brink of madness. Liang Xi Cheng truly didn't want to let go.
Some words had been suppressed for too long, some things, some impulses, had
been suppressed for too long. When a domineering man wants something, he'll
always resort to any means necessary—
"Yan Liang, I love you, give it to me
..."
"Liang Xi Cheng ... let me go ... wake
up! I ... don't want ... I don't want to!"
What did he take her for? The divorce papers
were shoved in his face, he was about to marry another woman, and now he was on
top of her, repeatedly saying "I want you"? What was this?
The phone kept ringing. Finally, the man,
whose rationality was almost collapsing, slowly came to his senses from the
intense surge of emotion. His fingertips touched her tears, and his gaze
flashed, seeing her red eyes, filled with resistance, pain, and fear.
What was he doing?
Suddenly realizing his loss of control, Liang
Xi Cheng frowned, holding her tightly, taking two deep breaths to regulate his
breathing before slowly releasing her.
"Sorry ..."
His voice was somewhat hoarse, carrying a hint
of unbearable restraint. Yan Liang bit her lip, not wanting to say anything
more. She tried to get out of the car, only to find it locked.
She said in a hoarse voice, "... Open the
car door!"
"Wait a minute." The phone kept
ringing. Liang Xi Cheng frowned, took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID,
and his already gloomy handsome face seemed to darken even further.
A cold laugh suddenly rang out from the side.
Yan Liang glanced at it and saw the caller ID on his phone. She laughed,
"... Liang Xi Cheng, sign the divorce papers. I really don't want to see
you again."
"…"
It was Ye Qing who's calling. Liang Xi Cheng
frowned and immediately hung up, knowing she had just seen the caller ID.
There was no way to explain, and there was no
need to explain anything further. Even if his marriage to Ye Qing was just a
delaying tactic, he also knew she wouldn't accept his explanation.
He tossed his phone onto the dashboard, his
heavy gaze falling on the divorce papers in her hand. Her name was already
signed; all that remained was his signature. Then, his Mrs. Liang would no
longer be Bai Yan Liang.
He had once said that his Mrs. Liang would
only ever be Bai Yan Liang.
He had broken his promise. He knew it.
No matter how much he struggled, the words
still had to be signed. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and after
a moment, finally reached out and took the divorce agreement from her hand. He
glanced at it a few times, and finally spoke calmly, "... I can sign, but
I need to add a few clauses."
"…"
"Yan Liang, I know that giving you money
will make you feel insulted, but no matter what, that's how this society is.
Money isn't everything, but without money, you can't do anything. I still want to
tell you that I signed this agreement today out of desperation. If possible,
one day I hope to be able to salvage everything, and I will try my best. But in
my heart, you will always be the only woman I deeply love, and that will never
change. Never, and I can't bear to see you suffer even a little."
"... So, I want to give you some money, a
house. After you graduate, you'll come back here, and you'll need a place to
live. Your mother's condition isn't suitable for her to work anymore, so let
her rest. I've prepared everything for you; you can't refuse my kindness. If
you agree, I'll sign."
"I ..."
"Don't rush to refuse me. You're studying
at SGA now, you can consider it as owing me for this period. After you graduate
and find a job, you can pay me back, okay?"
Yan Liang lowered her eyes stubbornly,
"... I don't want to have any contact with you anymore."
Liang Xi Cheng felt he truly didn't want to
hear these words.
She didn't want to have any contact with him
anymore ...
But he was trying his best to find a way to
reconnect with her in the near future, after he had control of the situation,
so that he could win her back.
Yes, from beginning to end, even knowing he
was being incredibly selfish, he never considered giving up on her.
“… You can choose to transfer the money to me,
or I’d be even happier if you didn’t return it.”
Yan Liang remained silent.
Liang Xi Cheng wasn’t in a hurry to speak
either, sitting quietly in the car. His phone rang again, and Liang Xi Cheng,
somewhat annoyed, turned it off.
Opportunities to be alone with her were
becoming increasingly rare, at least for now. This time, letting her go was
partly to protect her, besides not wanting her to suffer.
The Ye family's power is not to be
underestimated. If he keeps delaying the marriage, and can't get a divorce, Ye
Sheng Ming will definitely resort to any means necessary. He doesn't want his
woman to suffer any more harm. Although divorce isn't what he wants, it's truly
the only viable option at the moment.
"... If I promise you, you'll sign,
right?" After a long silence, Yan Liang finally spoke, raising her head to
look at him, and slowly said, "Don't lie to me. I promise you. Sign
it."
***
13 months later.
Oxford, England.
Yan Liang closed the last page of her book.
Suddenly, someone leaned close beside her. A familiar male voice, though his
Chinese had improved considerably, said, "Graduation. Tonight is our last
dinner. I'm going home tomorrow, so you can't refuse me again tonight."
Demon looked at Yan Liang pitifully. In the
past 13 months, Yan Liang seemed like a completely different person. She was
already quite taciturn before, but now she was even more so, sometimes not
uttering a single word all day, let alone participating in group activities.
She never attended bars, birthday parties, or gatherings, burying herself in
books and drawing design drafts every day. However, her grades had improved
dramatically, and King had praised her more than once.
This woman truly had a bright future ahead of
her.
"Demon, I have something important to do
today and can't attend the graduation party. Could you apologize to my
classmates for me? I need to catch a flight."
"A flight?"
Demon looked surprised. "Liang, you're
leaving England right after graduation? Where are you going back to? Your
hometown, City A?"
"No." Yan Liang put the last book
into her bag, then picked up the graduation certificate her professor had just
given them, holding it carefully in her hand. "I'm not going back to City
A, but I've already booked my flight today. I really can't go to the party."
Actually, in this class, Demon was the only
one who contacted her frequently. After all, when you choose to be independent,
the people around you won't always fawn over you. The world doesn't revolve
around just one person.
So, whether she went to the graduation party
or not didn't matter.
"Why? Why are you in such a hurry? Where
are you going? I want to fly over to see you when I go to China ..."
"City C." Yan Liang slung her
shoulders back, patted Demon's shoulder, and gave him a reassuring smile.
"Thank you for taking care of me these past few days, but I really have to
go back now. Goodbye."
She didn't go back to City A. Since her
divorce from Liang Xi Cheng a year ago, she hadn't returned to City A.
He gave her a considerable amount of money and
several properties under her name, but after careful consideration, she sold
them all. She also didn't let her mother stay in City A, but sent her to City
C. Her mother's health had been good throughout the year; after all, she had
worked as a nurse and knew how to take care of herself.
She was eager to return to City C immediately
after graduation, not for any other reason than that she had posted a job
application online three days ago and received a reply today—she needed to go
for an interview in person before 9 am tomorrow.
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