"What does she know? How can she speak those words so innocently? How can she so easily erase all traces of his once-courageous and bashful confession?
Of course, she never took him seriously, so why would she care about his confession? Only he was foolishly anticipating something, then faced with despair.
Shi Che laughed coldly, raised his hand, and swept an antique vase off to the side, which crashed with a sharp sound, causing Ling Chuxia to shiver violently.
Shi Che stepped forward again, seized Ling Chuxia by the collar with both hands, and yanked her up vehemently. He glared at her fiercely, sneering over and over, "You say you’re my wife, huh, have you, Ling Chuxia, ever considered yourself my wife? Have you?"
Those last three words, he roared at her, with despair and fury filling his heart. His neck veins bulged with each shout, his hands clenched so tightly they shook.
Ling Chuxia was startled by the roar, her tears thoroughly blurring her vision, her throat choking up, stifling her breath.
Her tears dropped onto Shi Che’s hands, one by one, each so scalding hot they nearly burned the backs of his hands. Shi Che’s eyes gradually moistened, condensing into drops of tears.
In the moment they fell, he flung Ling Chuxia away forcefully, turned around in a fury, and smashed things in the room, finally slamming the door as he left.
Ling Chuxia curled up on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably, crying aloud unrestrainedly.
Shi Che drove himself, pushing the accelerator to the floor, the car speeding away from the villa.
The villa area was in the suburbs, and at night, the long stretch of road was mostly empty. Shi Che gripped the steering wheel tightly, eyes fixed sternly ahead as the vehicle’s speed soared.
He stared fixedly at the road ahead, so long and so far, as if it were endless. But no matter how long the road, he could reach its end. Yet, between him and Ling Chuxia, he could see neither bottom nor hope.
In a daze, a car came from the opposite direction, speeding with its high beams on, the dazzling light shining straight at him. Shi Che’s black eyes instinctively squinted, his hands uncontrollably swerving, and the car charged towards the guardrail.
Due to the high speed, although Shi Che reflexively slammed the brakes, he still inevitably hit the guardrail, the front of the car crumpling inward. Fortunately, the car’s safety features were excellent. Shi Che suffered only a blow to his forehead from the inertia, yet he felt dizzy.
He didn’t get up immediately, nor did he go to the hospital; he just sat quietly in the driver’s seat, dazed. In his mind, memories of the past involuntarily surfaced.
Since childhood, Mrs. Shi had disciplined him, dictating his every word and motion—the epitome of grace and indifference. As the heir to the Shi Family, he was different from ordinary people, carrying many responsibilities and obligations.
Therefore, he never knew what he liked or disliked. He only knew what he should and shouldn’t do. Until Ling Chuxia came into his world. Her liveliness and rebelliousness completely overturned his world, showing him life could be different.
His gaze involuntarily followed her, watching, observing her. Then, he found himself irresistibly liking her, falling in love with her.
For the first time, he tasted the sweetness of liking someone, so sweet.