If a man didn't like a woman, then why waste such thoughts? Yet it seemed that every time, the Young Master and the Young Madam always parted on bad terms, so much so that the gifts he brought home each time never got given. Their final destination was always the trash can.
Each time the Young Master excitedly returned home, each time he left in a fury.
He couldn't figure out the reason behind all this.
Thinking of this, Old Zhu paused, then glanced at Shi Che again. He slowly opened his mouth and tentatively said in a low voice, "Young Master, did you give the gift to the Young Madam?"
Under normal circumstances, receiving a gift would make a woman happy, and no matter how big the conflict, it could be smoothed over. A husband and wife, what grudge could last overnight?
Shi Che's eyebrows moved slightly. His hand touched the pocket of his suit jacket and took out a heart-shaped jewelry box.
He opened it, and lying quietly inside was a silver anklet, with a small sun attached to it. Under the refracted light, it seemed to shine with a dazzling, scorching glow.
Her initial smile was like that sun, dazzling and scorching.
And the meaning of the anklet was: to bind this life and connect to the next.
Shi Che quietly stared at the chain, staring for a long time. Then, he curled his lips, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes. The next second, he abruptly closed the box and rolled down the car window. The box was ruthlessly thrown out.
Old Zhu was stunned, wanting to say something, but at the sight of Shi Che's gloomy face, he swallowed all his words back down.
He really did talk too much! Old Zhu wished he could slap himself.
Originally, his intention was to remind the Young Master to take the initiative and give the gift to the Young Madam, hoping it could ease their relationship a bit. Unexpectedly, it backfired, and the gift still couldn't escape its fate of being thrown away.
Old Zhu sighed quietly in his heart, not daring to say any more, he simply asked, "Young Master, where to? Shall we head to Liwan Mansion?"
Shi Che didn't answer, still sitting quietly there. His dark eyes seemed to unintentionally gaze out the window toward the door, as if expecting something.
But there was always no one there.
After waiting for a long time, Shi Che lowered his eyelids, a self-mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips, gradually turning cold.
"No, to the company."
Just when Old Zhu thought Shi Che wasn't going to answer, Shi Che's voice rang out, clear and desolate.
Ling Chuxia sat on the bed for a long time, lost in thought for a long time, until a heavy rain started again outside, accompanied by thunder and lightning, jolting Ling Chuxia back to her senses.
She looked up blankly, looking out the window—it had started raining again...
She pulled the thin quilt closer, her fingers inadvertently touching the box of morning-after pills. Her hand froze for a long time, but in the end, she opened the box, took out a pill, placed it in her mouth, and swallowed it dry.