Ling Chuxia had just been about to let out a sigh of relief, but to her horror, Shi Che walked straight toward the sofa, sending a shiver through her whole body. She watched as Shi Che casually tossed his coat onto the sofa and then sat down—the very spot he chose was right on top of the medicine box, and not far from his feet, one corner of the box was protruding.
Suddenly, Ling Chuxia felt utterly disconcerted, standing there trembling, her back slick with cold sweat and her legs turning to jelly.
Sister Hua turned her head to see Ling Chuxia still standing there stiffly, saying nothing and doing nothing, even more wooden than a wooden dummy. No wonder the young master didn’t like her with her being so dull.
While Sister Hua inwardly sneered, she still felt obliged to help her. She respectfully said to Shi Che, "Young Master, you must be tired from a whole day’s work. Shall I make you a cup of tea?"
Shi Che lifted his head slightly, seemingly really tired, and slowly leaned back into the sofa.
Sister Hua took a few steps back before turning around to glare fiercely at Ling Chuxia, signaling her to go and keep Shi Che company. But Ling Chuxia just stood there dazedly, staring blankly, completely oblivious to her hints, causing such frustration for Sister Hua that it felt like she was suffocating.
With no other choice, Sister Hua quickly stepped forward, approached Ling Chuxia, and intentionally lowered her voice, "Young Madam, why are you just standing there again? The young master is sitting over there; hurry up and join him!"
Ling Chuxia’s attention was fixed on the medicine box, fearing that Shi Che’s foot might accidentally knock it. Sister Hua’s words brought her back to reality, though she was still slow to respond, asking instinctively, "Go there for what?"
Usually, when Shi Che came home, if it wasn’t necessary, she wouldn’t deliberately intrude and bother him, just to spare herself the misery.
Sister Hua was completely speechless with Ling Chuxia, and said irritably, "What else would you go there for? Of course, to have a chat with the young master, to build a better relationship!"
Ling Chuxia was momentarily stunned and then replied, "Chat about what?"
"Don’t you and your husband communicate at all?" She couldn’t believe she had to ask her this.
Ling Chuxia pursed her lips, her voice weak, "We don’t really talk much..."
Without another attempt to persuade Ling Chuxia, Sister Hua simply gave her a hefty shove—a Chinese auntie’s strength was indeed nothing to underestimate. Caught off guard by Sister Hua’s push, Ling Chuxia stumbled several steps toward the sofa, lost her balance, and tumbled straight toward Shi Che.
Shi Che was starting to get a headache; a frown creased his brow, and his complexion was slightly darkened. He was closing his eyes, resting against the sofa, when suddenly, a force collided into his arms, and then that tender body crashed right into his embrace.