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Shi Che lifted his eyes, his dark pupils deep and coldly sweeping over.
Just that one glance forced Old Zhu to swallow his words back, rendering him speechless for a mont. Still, he couldn’t bear it, so he hesitated before mustering the courage to continue, "Young Master, Young Madam... She didn’t take her handbag when she got out of the car. The place she got off was a bit secluded too, this..."
As soon as he ntioned "Young Madam," he clearly felt the coldness in Shi Che’s gaze. As he spoke, his voice grew lower until he couldn’t speak anymore. He could only close his mouth, sighing to himself, "Young Madam, I’ve tried my best, old Zhu."
Listening to Old Zhu’s words, Shi Che’s gaze unconsciously shifted to the side. In the corner of the back seat indeed lay a square white clutch bag.
Looking at the white clutch bag, Shi Che’s eyebrows moved slightly, and his gaze gradually beca sowhat dazed.
This white clutch bag was sothing he bought for her during their honeymoon after they married. Ling Chuxia was different from other won. Other won loved shopping for brand-na stores and bags, but she had a penchant for small jewelry and crafts. Those uniquely designed items were her favorite.
So during their honeymoon, she specifically went into small craft shops. At that ti, she took a fancy to this white clutch bag at a glance.
But she wasn’t the type to act cute to her husband to buy things she liked. Her fondness was extrely restrained, only lingering her gaze on it a few more tis.
He stood by her side, understanding her thoughts, and discreetly had soone buy it then gifted it to her.
At that ti, she was so happy, her laughter so bright. Her eyes curved with joy, and those big eyes sparkled like the stars in the night sky, beautiful enough to captivate a person.
Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the smile, it was just like those brilliant fireworks, fleeting in an instant.
Therefore, this was the first gift he gave her, and also... the last one.
So she’d always been using this bag, hadn’t she?
A faint warmth surfaced in Shi Che’s cold eyes. He reached out, took the clutch bag into his palm. With ti, the surface of the bag had worn and weathered. Shi Che’s fingers brushed over it one by one. Then, he put down the bag and spoke, "Stop the car."
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Ling Chuxia wiped away her tears, tidied her hair and clothes slightly. She then wanted to get her powder from her bag to touch up her makeup. No matter how upset or wronged she felt, she had to maintain her graceful deanor and couldn’t bring disgrace to the Shi Family.
Instinctively reaching out, she didn’t find her bag. Stunned, she suddenly rembered that when she got out of the car, she was too scared even to grab her bag...
A trace of unease rose in Ling Chuxia’s heart. She lifted her eyes and looked around, only to realize she didn’t know where she had been left. At a glance, everything was unfamiliar; there was nothing around except the occasional passing car on the road.
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