Ling Chuxia didn't know why Shi Che suddenly laughed. She didn't think there was anything funny about her question, yet his laughter made her feel somewhat uneasy.
She subconsciously swallowed, "Wh... what's wrong?"
Shi Che didn't speak. He got up, pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, and skillfully took out a box of morning-after pills, then tossed it directly at her.
The square box struck her head, slid down her cheek, and fell onto the bed.
His low voice still carried a slight huskiness after the passion, but it was extremely cold, devoid of any warmth.
Ling Chuxia's face couldn't hold its composure. She just wanted to be pregnant, to have a child, so no matter how much she feared or resented such things, no matter how roughly Shi Che treated her, she endured it all silently.
But in the end, just like before, Shi Che still threw her the morning-after pills...
This way, she would never get pregnant. Without being pregnant, she couldn't complete the task given to her by Mrs. Shi, so...
Ling Chuxia didn't dare to think about the consequences.
She looked at the box on the bed, bit her lip, clenched her hands tightly, and finally gathered the courage to raise her head, looking at Shi Che, who was putting on his clothes piece by piece.
She took a deep breath, carefully choosing her words, and spoke softly, "Um... we've been married for three years. Isn't it... time to have a... child?"
Shi Che was buttoning his shirt. Hearing her words, he paused for a moment, then looked up at Ling Chuxia.
Ling Chuxia lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at him, her teeth lightly biting her lower lip, her fingers unconsciously clutching the bedsheet, her fingertips turning slightly white.
She was wrapped in a thin blanket, revealing her slender shoulders. Maybe because of fear, her shoulders trembled slightly, betraying a hint of fragility that evoked a sense of pity.
Shi Che's heart stirred gently. A trace of softness appeared in his obscure gaze. His voice was still cold and cool but carried a faint hint of tremor, almost imperceptible, "Do you want it, or does Mom want it?"
Shi Che's words made Ling Chuxia slightly startle. She didn't detect the nuance in Shi Che's tone; she only felt his question was very strange.
She furrowed her brows slightly, her big eyes filled with confusion and puzzlement as she looked at Shi Che and asked perplexedly, "Is there a difference?"
Whether Mrs. Shi wanted it or she wanted it, the result would be wanting a child, right?
But after Ling Chuxia asked this question, she clearly saw Shi Che's originally expressionless face rapidly darken, like a storm suddenly approaching, catching people off guard.
The shift from gloomy to stormy was merely a moment.
Shi Che coldly curled his lips, dark waves rolling in his black eyes. His voice, however, was very light, as if a feather brushed by your ear, yet enough to shake your heart.
"In order to complete Mom's task, you're really painstaking. To be such a willing puppet... oh, no, saying you're a puppet still overestimates you. At best, you're just a tool."