The sound of punches echoed once again in the gym on the first floor, each hit more violent and terrifying than the last.
The usually calm and elegant gaze of Shi Che was now filled with endless hostility, and a sinister danger lingered around his entire being.
He could go through everything with Chuxia, except for the harm that had already happened, the scars already etched deep in the heart; even ti cannot easily erase them.
Thinking of Chuxia’s frightened and flustered eyes, Shi Che delivered another fierce punch to the sandbag, and with that forceful blow, the fabric tore open, pouring out sand with a rustle.
Shi Che stared fixedly at the sand, gasping heavily, and after a while, the fierce aura surrounding him began to subside a bit. He stepped forward, bent down to grab a bottle of water from the ground, opened the cap directly, and drank from it.
Suddenly, his phone rang. Shi Che glanced at the screen, imdiately picked up the phone, and answered, his voice still carrying a trace of the lingering hostility, "Speak."
From the other end of the line ca a slow, stern, low voice, "President Shi, we’ve already forced out so clues. As you expected, things aren’t that simple. But this kid is really tough; we still need so more ti."
"Very well."
After a pause, a cruel smile slowly curled at Shi Che’s lips, "If his mouth is tough, then treat him well."
After hanging up the call, Shi Che tightened the grip on his phone, his gaze gradually darkening.
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When Shi Che closed the last docunt, he raised his head slightly. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, he could see Ling Chuxia lazily lying on a lady’s chair listening to music.
Over three months had passed, her belly was slightly bulging, and as she listened to the music, she gently placed her hand on her belly, rubbing it slowly.
Her expression was gentle and serene, her eyes slightly squinted, her deanor lazy and comfortable. He watched quietly as this mont unconsciously froze in ti, as if the years were peaceful and good.
A hint of a smile slowly spread in Shi Che’s eyes.
Xiao Zhao was standing in front of the desk, waiting for Shi Che’s last docunt. After waiting for a while with no response, he glanced over, finding Shi Che with slightly upturned lips and a gentle expression, his gaze naturally fixed on the person in the rest area.
Xiao Zhao lowered his eyes, chuckling quietly.
To be honest, he hadn’t expected President Shi, who was once so noble and aloof, to be so entangled in love that he seed like a different person.
It seems that in the face of love, everyone is the sa, returning to the image of ordinary people.
The little nuance that appeared during the wedding seed it might have affected the relationship between Shi Che and Ling Chuxia, but now it seems that it was just a catalyst.
Thinking of this, Xiao Zhao’s smile deepened, and he inadvertently let out a laugh.
This laugh imdiately brought Shi Che back to awareness. He collected his gaze but showed no sign of embarrassnt. Calmly, he handed the docunt back to Xiao Zhao, then lazily asked, "What’s on the schedule for this afternoon?"
Xiao Zhao quickly straightened his expression, took out the iPad, and browsed Shi Che’s schedule, then replied, "Tonight you have a dinner with Mr. Su from Huan City..."
Before he could finish the word "dinner," Shi Che briskly and decisively said, "Cancel it."
After saying this, he had already stood up directly, striding towards the rest area with his long legs.
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