The urge suddenly surged up to her throat, and Ling Chuxia couldn’t help but open her mouth, "If... if I... ."
However, before she could finish her sentence, the scene from that day suddenly flashed in her mind—Shi Che’s angry face, his shout filled with menace, and those words, "You don’t deserve to have my child!" It exploded in her mind and echoed in her ears without any warning.
That day’s events were a nightmare she couldn’t escape. Although some time had passed, she couldn’t forget what happened that day. It was like a thorn, ruthlessly lodged deep in her heart. Even if she couldn’t see it sometimes, it didn’t mean it wasn’t there.
It would always suddenly pop up at a certain moment, warning her, reminding her.
All of Ling Chuxia’s impulsiveness, in that moment, vanished without a trace, like a balloon that had been pricked and deflated suddenly.
The words Ling Chuxia wanted to say were all stuck in her throat, and she couldn’t make any sound at all.
Shi Che had been waiting for her to speak. She had only said a few words before falling silent. He slightly frowned and asked indifferently, "If what?"
Ling Chuxia’s hand slowly clenched the phone. She took a slight breath, forcibly swallowed the bitterness in her throat, lightly bit her lower lip, and replied, "Nothing."
This child was the result of her own schemes, without Shi Che’s consent. If she told him now, she didn’t even need to guess the outcome. And this time, she couldn’t afford any mistakes. Thus, she couldn’t say anything, couldn’t ask anything.
With those words from Ling Chuxia, Shi Che’s frown deepened. He clearly felt she had something to say, yet she said nothing. Was it unwillingness or fear, or possibly both, that kept her silent?
In the end, she still didn’t consider him her closest person, her husband.
At that moment, both of them fell silent, their atmosphere turning awkward.
Ling Chuxia was feeling unwell, and she feared that if the call lasted too long, Shi Che might notice something was off. However, she didn’t dare to hang up on him directly, so she took a light breath and hesitantly started, "Young Master, if there’s nothing else..."
Ling Chuxia’s words clearly meant she had nothing more to say to him. Shi Che’s gaze darkened sharply, a hint of anger brewing in his eyes. Yet hearing her weary voice seemed to douse that flame of anger, like it was quenched by a bucket of cold water. He gripped his phone tightly, wanting to advise her to rest properly, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn’t say it. Finally, as if angry with himself, he abruptly ended the call.
Ling Chuxia only heard a click by her ear, and then there was nothing but a long beeping tone. She stared blankly at the phone, a hint of helplessness appearing in her eyes. Had she angered Shi Che again?
Holding the phone, her gaze slightly vacant, Ling Chuxia slowly sighed.
After hanging up, Shi Che was also a bit annoyed with himself; he always lost his temper over matters related to Ling Chuxia. He had no intention of lashing out at her, yet it always ended .
His dark eyes fixed sternly on the phone, struggling whether to call her back.