Chapter 1533: Accident

Liang Chenchuan frowned as he looked at the girl bouncing and jumping around the room, and it would be a lie to say he wasn’t dazzled.

He hadn’t expected that thin, fragile-looking girl to dance so well.

Some people are just born dancers.

Cuiling was one of those people.

"Liang Chenchuan, do you think my dancing looks good or not?" Because the girl was drunk, she’d lost her usual timidity toward him and actually dared to call him by his name.

"Say something." Seeing him stay silent, Cuiling glared at him.

"It looks good." Liang Chenchuan frowned slightly as he spoke.

"Then am I pretty?" Cuiling’s cheeks were red as she grinned foolishly. "Do I look good?"

"You look good." Liang Chenchuan nodded.

She really was very pretty, prettier than all those female soldiers from the art troupe he’d seen.

Eighteen—just like a flower in full bloom.

"Then why do you never look at me usually?" Cuiling muttered. "It’s not like you’re my real uncle anyway."

Liang Chenchuan’s brows creased.

How did she find out?

This matter was a secret in the Liang Family; she wasn’t supposed to know.

What he didn’t know was that before Cuiling’s mother died, she had already told Cuiling this secret: "He’s not your real uncle, but he’s the best person in the Liang Family. If your father marries you a stepmother and she treats you badly, you go to your uncle."

"He might not be related by blood, but for my sake he’ll take good care of you. So you must be obedient, don’t make your uncle unhappy. Otherwise, if he doesn’t want you either, then in this world your mother really doesn’t know who else would want you."

Her mother had held Cuiling, crying over and over as she lay dying.

Terrified that after she died, her daughter would be bullied.

And indeed, her worries came true—once there was a stepmother, there came a stepfather.

So after Cuiling was taken in by Liang Chenchuan, she walked on eggshells, terrified of making Liang Chenchuan unhappy.

If that happened, no one would want her ever again.

But living like that was suffocating.

For example, clearly she loved dancing and wanted to join the art troupe, yet she was following the path Liang Chenchuan had arranged for her—planning to go into a hospital.

So after drinking today, she completely let herself go.

She loved dancing.

If she could, she’d be willing to dance for a lifetime.

"Even you don’t like me." Seeing Liang Chenchuan lost in thought, Cuiling cried out, "None of you like me."

"I don’t dislike you." Liang Chenchuan frowned as he looked at Cuiling standing on the stool.

"Then give me a kiss." Cuiling pointed at Liang Chenchuan in a haughty little way.

She was already eighteen... old enough to be kissed!

Liang Chenchuan: "..."

What kind of nonsense was this?

"Hurry up and get down from there." He pointed at Cuiling, his face dark.

What kissing and hugging?

Who knew what was going on in that head of hers?

Even if he wasn’t her real uncle, he was still her uncle, still an elder.

Even though he himself was only twenty-eight this year.

He was still ten years older than her.

"You’re being mean to me." Cuiling’s mouth drooped, looking like she was about to cry.

Liang Chenchuan felt helpless.

He had no experience dealing with little girls like this.

He just couldn’t figure it out—how did the girl who usually seemed so obedient turn into this the moment she drank?

"Then carry me down. I can’t get down." Cuiling looked pitifully at Liang Chenchuan.

Liang Chenchuan pinched the bridge of his nose in headache, then walked forward, planning to carry her down.

But right at that moment, an accident happened.

He didn’t know what went wrong—if the stool suddenly became unsteady or what.

All he knew was that Cuiling suddenly fell straight down.

And then... Liang Chenchuan caught her in his arms.

His hand, by some terrible coincidence, grabbed onto a certain soft place.