Ling Chuxia’s heart gave a violent tug, and a chill ran slightly down her spine. She had always felt that Shi Che’s refusal to have children with her was due to his dislike of her, but she had never considered that Shi Che might want someone else to bear his child?
If... if Shi Che really fell for Zheng Rourou and was truly willing to let Zheng Rourou have his child, and once Zheng Rourou did have a child, then everything would change!
Given Mrs. Shi’s strong desire for a grandson, if Zheng Rourou had a child, she wouldn’t possibly reject it, and if Shi Che liked her, Mrs. Shi might not object for the sake of the child—after all, the Shi Family’s status and wealth were high enough already, without the need for marrying into another wealthy, noble family to further embellish their status.
With this thought, Ling Chuxia shuddered violently, gradually feeling the cold creeping over her.
After returning home, Ling Chuxia arranged a guest room for Sister Hua and then went upstairs back to her bedroom. After being so worn out from the day’s events, she felt exhausted, but once she sat on the bed in her bedroom, she found herself not a bit sleepy.
After sitting in a daze for a bit, she got up, walked to the bookshelf, pulled out a notebook from the topmost corner, then sat down on the sofa and undid the notebook’s small lock. She flipped it open, and page by page, it was filled with Xiujuan’s tidy handwriting.
This was Ling Chuxia’s diary; in fact, she had not been fond of reading or writing since she was a child, let alone keeping a daily diary. However, starting from the day her elder sister left, whether from sadness, repression, or because there were too many things weighing on her heart that she couldn’t suppress all of them, she had started to keep a diary. Day by day she wrote, day by day she recorded all her thoughts, and only in this notebook could she release all her emotions without pretense or suppression.
Ling Chuxia flipped to the latest page, picked up a pen, and began to write word by word.
June 2, 2015, the final deadline, the last three months, I must conceive a child.
In the evening, Sister Hua came up to knock on the door. Ling Chuxia had fallen asleep on the sofa without realizing it, after finishing her diary entry. She was jolted awake by Sister Hua’s knocking, and it took her a good while to come to her senses—after all, she was used to being alone at home for the past three years, and suddenly having someone else around felt somewhat unreal.
Ling Chuxia then quickly responded, "Come in."
Sister Hua pushed the door open and stood respectfully at a distance of a few steps away, asking politely, "Young Madam, it’s time for dinner, what would you like to eat? Also, when will the young master return? Should I make dinner for him?"