So that was why he had been so angry, so irrational, so out of control when he discovered she had switched the dication, saying so many hurtful things.
Chuxia left ho heartbroken, and he was half self-reproaching, yet also half pleased.
At the very least, Ling Chuxia still had so pride left in her, at the very least, she hadn’t completely lost herself, she would still get angry, still react to him. Although he didn’t go to find her and bring her back, he couldn’t control his own heart; he drove unconsciously to Ji Xinxin’s apartnt building every day, gazing in the direction of the apartnt—even if he couldn’t see her, his heart was at peace.
In fact, at that ti, he didn’t really know what he wanted to do. He hoped Chuxia would return to his side, but the Chuxia he longed for was the one from the past, who would cry, make a fuss, get angry, not the indifferent, expressionless, puppet-like Chuxia of the past three years.
But in the end, he didn’t wait for the Chuxia he longed for to return; instead, he waited for Young Madam Shi, Ling Chuxia, to co back.
At the mont he heard Ling Chuxia’s "I’m sorry," his heart had died. Not in despair, but literally ceased to be.
At that ti, he ruefully thought that perhaps he would never get his Chuxia back in this lifeti.
Yet even so, he still couldn’t bring himself to leave her, even if Ling Chuxia didn’t love him, he wanted to stay by her side.
But he never dared to get close to her again because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself and would harm her.
He truly thought that they could only live like that for the rest of their lives. It didn’t matter if Ling Chuxia didn’t love him; his love for her was enough.
However, Ling Chuxia suddenly changed. She stopped being so ek and respectful. She smiled at him, her eyes curving in laughter, her face flushed as they held hands, and even when she kissed him, her long, curly eyelashes trembled gently like the flapping wings of a butterfly, bewitching his heart.
He had given up hope and didn’t dare to harbor any wishes, but he was utterly powerless to resist this Chuxia. Like a moth to a fla, he knew that getting close to the fire would burn him to death, but he still plunged forward without regard.
She never brought up the matter of the child again, and she seed to care little for the duties of Mrs. Shi. During that ti, they lived a sweet and peaceful life.
But behind the sweetness lay poisoned wine, and beneath the calm were raging storm waves.
All that Ling Chuxia did was still for the sake of the child.
In Shi Che’s mind, the events from two months ago replayed like an old movie being rewound, showing that Chuxia’s actions back then weren’t truly flawless and traceless.
However... he had let himself beco imrsed in her frowns and smiles, her playful reprimands and coquettishness, to the extent that he almost blinded himself.
Hiding hopes and taking chances in his heart, in the end, it all backfired on him.
Shi Che stood still, feeling his heart being corroded bit by bit, the pain overwhelming his entire body, yet he didn’t feel even a hint of the pain.
He rembered Ling Chuxia’s recent abnormal behavior and suddenly understood.
She wasn’t acting out of the ordinary; rather... she had been paving the way for this child. She knew he didn’t want children, but to make him accept her child, she cried for him, worried for him, tensed up for him, even took him back to the campus to reminisce about the past, and that night, she intertwined with him tenderly and passionately.
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