For Ling Chuxia, it was always "Madam, Madam, Madam." The most frequent words out of her mouth were, "Madam said this, Madam said that."
What about him? Did she ever spare a thought for him? Consider his feelings, his emotions!
A faint glimmer flickered in Shi Che’s dark eyes, but he fiercely suppressed it in an instant. His voice, terrifyingly low and barely concealing a tremor, said, "So, anything my mom says, you’ll do. So you schemed against me, using this method to have a child? You didn’t even ask me once if I wanted a child..."
His voice actually began to tremble with the last sentence.
If it wasn’t for his concern about her long-term medication affecting her health, leading him to test the medicine, he wouldn’t have discovered that she had switched the medication. Then, her scheme might have succeeded. By then, he’d rejoice at being a father, while she would use the child to curry favor with his mother to get what she wanted. From then on, she truly wouldn’t need him in her heart or her eyes at all.
To him, whether her actions were lies or mere formality, he had already ceased to care. But why... she always acted on her own thoughts, unwilling to truly share any part of her mind with him.
Ling Chuxia found it increasingly difficult to breathe. She looked at Shi Che’s nearly twisted yet handsome face, listening to his low roar, she wanted to say something, yet she could say nothing, only managing to shake her head with difficulty.
"Okay, so you really want a child, is that it?"
Shi Che nodded forcefully at her and then unexpectedly smiled. His hand abruptly released Ling Chuxia’s neck, pressing down on her abdomen, his eyes slowly moving to her stomach. He stared intently for a while, then suddenly looked up, the light in his eyes darkening to an extreme. His voice was very low, almost calm, but that calm made one’s heart shiver uncontrollably.
"Ling Chuxia, do you know why I don’t want you to have a child?"
He curved his lips, his handsome face carrying an indifferent smile, his thin lips parting slowly, enunciating each word, "Because, you don’t deserve to have my child!"
When people are extremely angry, they tend to speak recklessly. Anger blurred Shi Che’s vision; all he knew was the extent of pain Ling Chuxia caused him and he wanted to inflict the same amount of pain on her. That way, she might understand how much she hurt him and might show him a shred of pity.
His hand pressed hard against her abdomen, veins bulging at his temple as he stared at her fiercely, and said harshly, "So, you better hope you’re not pregnant!"
Shi Che’s voice was so low, each word cruelly delivered. Ling Chuxia lay on the bed, gasping for air, his words smashing into her, turning her pale and making her body tremble.
You don’t deserve to have my child.
A simple eight words, yet they composed the most hurtful sentence.
Ling Chuxia could never have imagined that Shi Che would say such words to her. Previously, when she read the phrase "heartbroken" in books, she couldn’t understand what kind of pain it described. But at this moment, she suddenly understood what "heartbroken" meant.
And for Shi Che, he didn’t need a thousand arrows; he only needed one sentence to completely shatter her heart.
Ling Chuxia’s tears fell directly down.