"Just the word ’good,’" she spoke, a single syllable.
It filled Ling Chuxia’s sinking heart with an instant swell of sweetness. Her eyes opened slightly, brimming with light, and her lips couldn’t help but curl up while her eyes crinkled with joy.
Although it was a simple request, she nonetheless felt an overwhelming surge of happiness she couldn’t contain.
She shifted her body, making room for Shi Che, who lifted the quilt and lay down slowly. Then, he opened his arms and held her close.
Nestled in Shi Che’s embrace, her head resting against his chest, she listened to his steady heartbeat and felt nothing but sweetness and peace. She couldn’t resist wrapping her arms tightly around Shi Che’s waist.
How she wished that time could stand still at this moment, or perhaps, that time could slow down even more, best of all, to stretch on without end.
That way, she wouldn’t have to think about anything, worry about anything, just embrace Shi Che until the end of time, until the seas dried and the rocks crumbled.
She was actually very tired, her eyelids drooping uncontrollably, yet she fought the urge to sleep, wanting to savor every moment with Shi Che.
As time ticked away, Ling Chuxia noticed Shi Che’s breathing slow down and even out. She sneaked a glance at him and, seeing his eyes were closed, she quietly opened her mouth and spat the pill she had been keeping in it into her palm.
Ling Chuxia didn’t know how long she had slept, but when she woke up, Shi Che was no longer in bed. Clutching the quilt, she sat up, her gaze still blurry with sleep.
She stayed seated on the bed for a while, gathering her senses, then got up, freshened up, and after leaving her room, she went downstairs.
On seeing her, Sister Hua hurriedly asked, "Young Madam, are you awake?"
Ling Chuxia nodded slightly, her gaze involuntarily scanning the hall. Sister Hua seemed to read her mind and chuckled, "The young master had to go to the company for some business, but he instructed me to make some porridge for you. It’s been kept warm, waiting for when you wake up. You must eat some. Would you like some now?"
Was it because she had said her stomach was upset? Something touched Ling Chuxia’s heart, making it soft and mushy. She looked up at Sister Hua and nodded emphatically.
Ever since Ling Chuxia became pregnant, her appetite had been poor, and she hadn’t wanted to eat much. However, the pot of porridge Sister Hua had made today, she nearly polished it off completely, causing Sister Hua to tease her as if she had never eaten porridge before.
She had never had this porridge, porridge full of Shi Che’s concern, so she had to finish it down to the last drop.
Finishing the porridge, Ling Chuxia felt a bit stuffed but not uncomfortable at all. As she looked at the empty bowl, the hesitation in her eyes slowly turned into determination.
She thought that she couldn’t give up just like that, she still wanted to come clean with Shi Che, wanted to confess her feelings to him.
She couldn’t just back down now, or she’d regret it for the rest of her life!
Ling Chuxia took a deep breath, resolutely got up, changed her clothes, then left the house, hailed a taxi, and headed for the Four Seasons Hotel.
Today, she had to make things clear with her elder sister.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Ling Yunshu lounged lazily on the sofa, watching the man sitting across from her.
The man was handsome with fair skin and a gold-rimmed pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, giving him a refined and scholarly appearance. He took a document out of his briefcase, placed it on the table, and said in a deep voice, "Yun Shu, I’ve brought you what you asked for."