Ling Chuxia fiercely bit her lower lip, her head hanging down, not saying a word.
Mrs. Shi saw her and couldn’t contain her anger. She had been urging Ling Chuxia to have children for nearly two years, and each time, she ended up disappointed. A person’s patience is limited. Considering that Ling Chuxia was a child she had raised herself, she had given her ample time, but unfortunately, she just didn’t live up to expectations!
Mrs. Shi forcefully put the teacup back on the table. The teacup and the table clattered dully, as if striking right on Ling Chuxia’s chest, making her body also tremble.
Mrs. Shi glared at her fiercely, her tone cold and harsh, "Ling Chuxia, what exactly is going on with you? Did you just disregard the task I entrusted to you as if it were nothing? Now that you’ve grown wings, you think you can ignore my words?"
Ling Chuxia’s face turned slightly pale, as she bit her lip hard, almost to the point of bleeding. She slowly shook her head and replied, "Madam, it’s not like that."
"Not like that? Then you give me results ?"
Mrs. Shi suddenly stretched out her hand, snatched the report from her hands, and then slammed it on the table. The words "infertility" stood out starkly in black and white, glaringly obvious to Ling Chuxia’s eyes.
"This is not the first time, I don’t know how many times it has been, Xiaoxia. Considering that you have grown up by my side since you were little, almost like my own child, I have been lenient enough with you. But how do you repay me? The Shi family has raised and nurtured you for so many years, have you ever appreciated our kindness?"
Over the years, no matter how rebellious or mischievous she had been as a child, Mrs. Shi had never spoken such harsh words to her. Ling Chuxia knew that this time she had truly crossed Mrs. Shi’s line.
For her, only those who are clever, obedient, and capable have value. And her, failing time after time to fulfill her tasks and meet expectations, naturally, she would no longer be tolerated.
Facing Mrs. Shi’s harsh criticism, Ling Chuxia was at a loss for words. It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried; she truly had made great efforts but still couldn’t get Shi Che to give her a child. This matter of having children wasn’t something she could achieve on her own.
Ling Chuxia wanted to explain, but she couldn’t find the words.
She couldn’t tell Mrs. Shi that Shi Che simply didn’t like her, that he actually despised her, and therefore, he always prevented her from getting pregnant, always refused to have children with her. This way, she was only breaking her own path.
"Madam, I’m sorry. It’s my fault." After a long while, Ling Chuxia moved her lips, but could only manage to say these feeble words.
Mrs. Shi’s face flushed with anger, her brow and gaze becoming more piercing, as if she could see through everything, "Tell me, you and Che’er, how many times a week?"