Sister Hua’s words truly caught Ling Chuxia off guard. Shi Che had actually helped her conceal the truth from Mrs. Shi? Didn’t he despise her? Why would he help her?
However, before she could figure it out, Sister Hua threw out another statement, "Young Madam, not only did the young master conceal the fact that you ran away from home, but that night when you ran out, he had a minor car accident and hit his forehead. He refused to go to the hospital and insisted on driving himself to look for you, searching all night. If he hadn’t learned that you were at Miss Ji’s place, I bet he wouldn’t have agreed to come back and rest."
Sister Hua’s words were like a bombshell, exploding in Ling Chuxia’s mind. Her dark pupils suddenly constricted, disbelief tinting the depths of her eyes.
Shi Che went looking for her?
She had been gone for so long, and he hadn’t cared about her? All this time, not a single phone call, not a text message. It was as if... her departure meant nothing to him. He might even have wished she would disappear.
Sister Hua didn’t notice her expression and continued, "Young Madam, although I don’t know why you and the young master argued that night, I think the young master is still very worried about you and cares about you. You can’t be so capricious in the future, just leaving like that."
Shi Che worried about her... cared about her? Ling Chuxia’s eyes widened slightly, her hands involuntarily clenched tight, her mind a whirl of confusion and uncertainty.
"By the way, the young master is upstairs," Sister Hua suddenly added.
"The young master is at home?" Ling Chuxia couldn’t help but shudder, her eyes widening even further. She had specifically chosen to return in the morning to mentally prepare herself to face Shi Che, but to her surprise, he was actually at home.
"Yes, the young master seemed a bit unwell this morning, so he didn’t go to the company. Young Madam, you should go up and see him."
Mention of Shi Che caused Ling Chuxia’s heart to tremble again. Sitting on the sofa, she hesitated, unsure of how to face Shi Che at this moment.
Seeing her hesitation, Sister Hua hurriedly encouraged her, "Young Madam, it’s okay. The young master has cooled down these past few days. Just go upstairs, apologize to him, and this matter will be over. Between husband and wife, there shouldn’t be any grudges held overnight."
While saying this, Sister Hua pulled on Ling Chuxia, helping her to her feet and pushing her toward the stairs.
Ling Chuxia’s eyes flickered, her brows slightly furrowed with lingering fear. She involuntarily stopped, her voice low, "Sister Hua, I... I think I’ll go up later."
At least give her some time to prepare herself.
"Oh, you child!" Sister Hua, so anxious she forgot her formal address, insisted, "Now that the young master isn’t feeling well, why not warm him with your concern? What else is there to wait for? Go on up!"
Sister Hua once again, without further ado, pushed Ling Chuxia up the stairs.
Ling Chuxia stood at the bedroom door, extending her hand and then pausing in mid-air. She steadied herself, organizing her thoughts carefully, then swallowed hard, closed her eyes resolutely, reached out her hand to the door lock, and was about to twist it open when the door opened from inside.
Ling Chuxia’s hand fell into the air again, and then, she felt the man’s gaze heavy on her, the sense of oppression coming on strong, making her feet almost involuntarily want to step back.