Chairman Husband, Too Boorish - 188

Chapter 188 : Who has personal feelings for you?

Yan Liang's breath was still in her throat, the words she hadn't had time to utter were swallowed up again by Liang Xi Cheng. She hadn't just acquiesced; she simply hadn't had a chance to speak. But Liang Xi Cheng took it as her consent, and he felt his desires awaken instantly.

He truly only wanted to kiss her, to feel this body he had longed for for so long. Seeing her again, he couldn't suppress the clamoring desires within him. But once he touched her, the kiss seemed insignificant; he wanted more.

His tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, probing into her mouth, quickly sweeping across her sensitive inner walls. Yan Liang couldn't help but tremble. Liang Xi Cheng's hand, which had been caressing her slender waist, slowly moved upwards, pulling out the shirt tied under her skirt. His cool fingers touched her smooth skin ...

"... Mmm ... Xi ..."

The familiar desire seemed to have been dormant within her body for far too long.

Liang Xi Cheng was her only man. The sensations he could give her were too intense. Yan Liang couldn't help but let out a soft moan, which instantly jolted her back to reality.

"... No!" Her hand, hasty and flustered, pressed against Liang Xi Cheng's wrist, pulling hard and turning her face away, her voice strained as she spoke, "... No, don't touch me, let me go ... Liang Xi Cheng ..."

Her resistance and struggle only fueled Liang Xi Cheng's desire to possess her. Men are always like this; in matters of the heart, they possess a rather domineering and forceful mentality. How could he remain indifferent to a woman he had longed for for so long?

Just now in the private room, if it weren't for so many people in front of him, he would have already wanted to pull her into his arms. Those strange words were merely a means to get her to leave the room. Yes, that was his purpose.

When it was just him and her, he desperately wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to ... possess her.

He reached out and pinched Yan Liang's chin with the base of his thumb. His thin lips, slightly pursed, pressed down again, capturing her slightly swollen lips, sucking and gently nibbling. A slight pain accompanied by a tingling sensation washed over her, and Yan Liang couldn't help but let out a soft "Mmm," her resistance weakening.

"... Mmm, no ... don't ..."

"Why not?"

Liang Xi Cheng bit her lip, his breathing heavy, his whole body tense. He pulled her small hand down to his lower abdomen, pressing it against his already erect desire. He closed his eyes slightly, enjoying her hand's clumsy caresses and touches, guided by him …

Yan Liang was suddenly jolted. The hard, erect penis in her soft palm didn't make her even more aroused; instead, it felt like being burned by something, instantly sobering her up—

She forcefully pulled her hand away, trying to push Liang Xi Cheng away. His weight pressed down on her, and she couldn't move him. She raised her hand to slap him across the face, but Liang Xi Cheng grabbed her wrist mid-air.

"... Let go!"

Liang Xi Cheng's bloodshot eyes gleamed with barely suppressed desire. He glanced sideways at the small hand clenched into a fist in his palm, frowning. "Am I really that unacceptable to you? Yan Liang, I touched you, and you want to hit me?"

"Yes!"

Yan Liang bit her lip, shouting, "You're married, why did you touch me? Don't you think you're dirty? Liang Xi Cheng, what do you take me for?"

"…"

"Even if I'm nothing more than just your ex-wife, just like you treated me in the private room ... Look, show me some respect. You can call me 'Miss Bai,' and I'll respectfully address you as 'Chairman Liang.' Isn't that the proper distance between us?"

"Marriage ... do you really value it that much?"

Liang Xi Cheng frowned, stretching out his long arms to support her on either side. He didn't move closer, but he didn't let her leave his sphere of influence either. "It's just a title, isn't it? Is it that important to you? So important that a man like me, standing alive in front of you, isn't more important than that title?"

Yan Liang found it ridiculous.

What does it mean that he's saying these things to himself now? What is he implying?

Marriage isn't important, so what?

He means ... that his current behavior is clearly an implication that he still has feelings for her, and therefore intends to enjoy the best of both worlds—while she, ironically, is about to become his mistress, a woman he can't bear to see in public?

A fire seemed to burn within her, consuming her reason. For over a year since she'd seen him, her pain, her reluctance, had been hidden deep inside, but even more so, there was a deep sense of grievance.

Because she had always loved him, and watching him become another woman's husband was grievous.

—The grievance wasn't that he had fallen in love with another woman, but that he had chosen to abandon her for something more important than herself …

Yes, in this world, no one is indispensable, and no one is indispensable.

He is, and so is she.

"Liang Xi Cheng, do you know how selfish you are?"

Her emotions were churning like a stormy sea, and the words that reached her lips trembled slightly. "You're telling me now that marriage shouldn't be as important as you, a man? Have you considered my feelings? Even just a tiny bit, just a tiny bit, and you wouldn't say such a thing to me."

She pushed him away forcefully and turned to leave.

Liang Xi Cheng reached out to stop her, but Yan Liang, as if having foreseen it, dodged his outstretched hand, her delicate brows furrowed as she looked at him. "Don't touch me anymore. It really makes me uncomfortable. So, please, don't touch me anymore."

"…"

Yan Liang walked out of the hotel in one breath. Standing at the door, she sent Zhuo Hui a text message, simply telling him that she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be going back, but would still go to the company tomorrow.

However, she had already made up her mind. She would write her resignation letter that night, confident that Zhuo Hui, being so shrewd, would know what was going on, and he had no reason to keep her at Lati.

A cool night breeze blew against her face, seemingly dispersing her somewhat confused thoughts. Yan Liang couldn't help but hug her arms, thinking about everything that had just happened. She felt she had done well. When there was no way back, one should be like that, forging ahead.

Some things, once they've happened, are done. Reaching this point, it's no longer about right or wrong.

The phone rang. Yan Liang took it out and glanced at it; it was Qin Mu Hua calling. She quickly answered, "... Mom, um, I'll be back soon ... Dinner? You can eat something first, but I haven't eaten much ... First day at work ... It's alright ... Sigh, Mom, it's not convenient to make a call outside. I'm taking a taxi, I'll be back soon. Um, we'll talk when I get back, just heat up the food for me ..."

After hanging up, an empty taxi happened to pull up. Yan Liang put her phone away and reached out to hail it when suddenly, a tall, slender man blocked her way. Her outstretched hand was grabbed. Yan Liang struggled, staring dumbfounded at the man, but could only watch helplessly as the empty taxi drove past her.

Angry, she shouted, "What are you doing? Let go of me!"

"Where do you want to go? I'll take you there." The man's voice was low and deep, but the grip on her hand carried an undeniable force.

Yan Liang was truly angry. "Liang Xi Cheng! I told you not to touch me! What do you want? Let go of me! I don't need you to take me; I can hail a taxi myself ..."

A black car slowly pulled up and stopped beside them. The driver, seeing Liang Xi Cheng, quickly got out and bowed respectfully, "Chairman Liang." He then handed the keys to Liang Xi Cheng.

Liang Xi Cheng waved his hand. "You go first, I'll go back to the hotel myself."

After the driver left, Liang Xi Cheng grabbed Yan Liang, opened the car door, and insisted she get in. Seeing this, Yan Liang refused to cooperate, bracing herself against the door with one hand, refusing to get in. "I said, no! Liang Xi Cheng, what are you doing? I don't want to get in your car—"

"Get in, I won't do anything to you, I promise." He looked at her intently, pushing her into the car, carefully controlling his strength so as not to hurt her. "Be good, I have some things I want to clarify with you, get in the car."

Yan Liang, "…"

Couldn't she have something to say to him? Why wouldn't this man let her go?

Seeing that she couldn't break free, Yan Liang was forced into the car. As soon as Liang Xi Cheng got in, he casually locked the central locking system. Yan Liang overheard this and glanced at him cautiously. "You locked the car? What are you planning to do?"

Her aloofness and extreme caution made Liang Xi Cheng very unhappy.

Did he look like a murderer or a rapist? Locking the central locking system meant he was going to do something to her?

Liang Xi Cheng felt a heaviness in his chest, a feeling akin to defeat. Perhaps only a woman like her could make him feel this way—he had tried so hard to get close to her, only to end up looking foolish and rejected …

“I told you, I won’t touch you. Can’t you trust me?” Liang Xi Cheng frowned, genuinely frustrated. He rolled down the window slightly, lit a cigarette, took a couple of puffs, and kept the car moving steadily forward with one hand on the steering wheel.

“You really don’t have much credibility with me.”

Yan Liang frowned when she saw him smoking, her red lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but the words that came out were completely different. “… What … what exactly do you want to say to me? Just say it directly, I hate the smell of smoke!”

“…”

Liang Xi Cheng had just raised his hand to put the cigarette in his mouth when he heard Yan Liang’s words, “hates the smell of smoke.” He choked on his words, coughed a few times, paused, then frowned, threw the cigarette out of the car window. Once the smell of smoke in the car had mostly dissipated, he closed the window and said very politely, “Sorry, I used to smoke in front of you, but you never said anything like that. From now on … I won’t smoke anymore.”

Yan Liang’s temples throbbed when she heard him mention “used to,” and she instinctively opened her mouth to retort, saying somewhat fiercely, "Chairman Liang, you're talking about the past now? That's the past, not the present! People change! I hate it now, I really hate it, I absolutely hate it!"

"Alright, I understand."

Liang Xi Cheng looked at her, and for some reason, seeing the intense emotions written on her face, the gloom in his heart dissipated considerably. He reached out, ignoring her protests, and grasped her small hand resting on her knee. He chuckled softly and said, "Don't keep emphasizing how much you hate me smoking. I know you don't really want me to smoke either. I smoked a lot this year, but now that you're back, I'll try to reduce it."

Yan Liang, "…"

"… You, let go!"

She truly felt like she'd been tricked. All that talk about not touching her, about having something to say to her—this man had been setting her up from the very beginning. What on earth was he plotting?

"Liang Xi Cheng, you …"

"You'll resign from Lati?"

Liang Xic Cheng always seemed to know exactly when to stop, preventing Yan Liang from venting her anger. He interrupted her again in a deep voice, his hand still holding her small hand. The man frowned, but his tone was firm, "... I know you have a temper, and you'll definitely try your best to leave Lati. Yan Liang, there's really no need. If you don't want to work with me, I can tell Zhuo Hui to withdraw from this project. But you don't need to resign. Lati is a good design company. If you join as the design director, Zhuo Hui will see your talent, which will be more beneficial for your fame."

Yan Liang pursed her lips, looking down at his large hand enveloping her small hand. The warmth of his palm flowed continuously into her own. The ten fingers are connected to the heart, and although it's a place so far from the heart, for some reason ... she really felt that way now.

It was as if ... her heart was once again enveloped by him.

No, no ...

Yan Liang shook her head, forcefully pulling her hand out of his. Liang Xi Cheng didn't seem to force her; he probably didn't want to continue the unpleasantness between them. He still had to drive, and safety came first, so he let go of her.

"Chairman Liang, you're so caring. You've already thought about my future path? Thank you, but I'm very clear about my own situation. Whether I resign or not, you don't need to worry too much, Chairman Liang. I definitely didn't do it for you!"

"If it wasn't for me, then continue working at Lati."

"..."

"Yan Liang, a job opportunity isn't something you can lose today and get a better one tomorrow. You're telling me now that it wasn't for me, so there's absolutely no need to resign. This whole thing ... was actually accidental. I didn't expect Zhuo Hui's newly hired design director to be you."

He lied.

Liang Xi Cheng knew that if she found out, even if he didn't set a trap, letting her fall into it would definitely provoke her resentment. His actions in his hotel room just now had somewhat disrupted his plans, largely due to the overwhelming impact of having the woman he so longed for standing before him.

But now that things had come to this, he felt he wouldn't derail his schedule.

Perhaps, a mix of truth and illusion would make it easier for her to believe him.

"I do know Zhuo Hui, and we have a good relationship. But I believe you're a dedicated person. A dedicated person shouldn't bring personal feelings into their work. This project is quite large. You've just started, and if you see me and immediately quit, what company will you go to? Don't waste all the skills you learned at SGA on personal relationships."

"... Liang Xi Cheng, you keep talking about personal relationships. Please get this straight, I have no personal feelings for you!"

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