She grabbed her cellphone, pulled up the messaging app, quickly typed out a text message, and then, with a heavy press, sent it.
Just a second before Ling Chuxia was about to press the call button, her phone vibrated, and a message appeared on the screen. Seeing those two words "Young Master," her heart leapt violently.
Shi Che had sent a message... What would he say?
Ling Chuxia’s fingers trembled so much that, for a moment, she couldn’t bring herself to open and read it. She closed her eyes, took several deep breaths, and then slowly opened them, her fingers hesitantly tapped on the screen.
The content of the message unfolded bit by bit before her, and as Ling Chuxia’s eyes moved across it, her gaze suddenly froze.
You don’t deserve to carry my child.
Eight simple words, yet so hurtful, blindsiding her once again and storming into her sight. Ling Chuxia’s hand shook violently, her grip on the phone weakened, and it crashed to the floor with a loud smack—the crystal screen instantly cracked.
You don’t deserve to carry my child... you don’t deserve...
These words were not unfamiliar to her, in fact, they were too familiar. It was as if she had buried them in the deepest part of her heart, not daring to think about them, not daring to touch them.
Yet, these few words had leaped out unmercifully, like a sharp blade plunging ruthlessly into her chest.
Just moments ago, she was holding onto a sliver of hope, thinking that Shi Che might like her, even just a little, that he might let her keep the child.
But it turned out... he had always despised her, always loathed her, hence, he didn’t want her child and felt she didn’t deserve to carry his child!
So, the kindness he had shown her lately, was it not because of Ling Chuxia after all? Then why, that night, did he tell her that she was his wife, and he was her husband? Why, when she had already steeled her heart to give up the child, did he come to shake her resolve? Why after shaking her, did he become so cruel again?
Pain spread from her chest, coursing through her body at an alarming speed. Ling Chuxia’s complexion turned ghastly pale, and she curled up involuntarily from the sheer agony.
The phone suddenly rang again—a new message had come in.
Ling Chuxia’s eyes, which were almost hopeless to the point of silence, shimmered slightly, a faint glimmer of light passing through them. Was it a message from Shi Che? What did he say? Could he have changed his mind? Could it have been just a momentary anger?
Ling Chuxia struggled to get up, getting off the bed with difficulty, crouching down, and with shaking hands, she reached for the phone that had fallen onto the floor and picked it up.
Through the cracked screen, Ling Chuxia saw the new text message.
"I don’t want the child, and I don’t want you either. Ling Chuxia, let’s get a divorce."
I don’t want the child...
I also don’t want you...
Ling Chuxia, let’s get a divorce.
Don’t want the child, don’t want you... don’t want the child, don’t want you! The words just slammed into Ling Chuxia’s eyes, as sharp as needles piercing through.
Tears sprang from Ling Chuxia’s eyes, blurring her vision, yet those few words remained crystal clear in front of her, like a curse.
She shook her head involuntarily, fiercely shaking it, trying to throw off everything, but it was all in vain.