Shen Qian listened to Xiao Zhao’s words, but the more he listened, the more puzzled he became. What did it mean that Shi Che and Xiaxia’s relationship had always been cold?
"Wait a minute, what do you mean by that? Weren’t Shi Che and Xiaxia always very affectionate?"
Shi Che had always liked Xiaxia and later married her as he wished. In the early days of their marriage, they were so sweet, where did this coldness come from?
Seeing the confusion in Shen Qian’s eyes, Xiao Zhao replied, "Young Master Shen, you haven’t been in the country these past few days, so naturally you aren’t aware. Apart from the first few months of marriage, the relationship between President Shi and Young Madam has been almost terrible. It’s only slightly improved during the months since you’ve returned."
"What?" Shen Qian’s eyes widened with surprise and disbelief, unable to comprehend.
During the months he had returned, although he had noticed that the relationship between Shi Che and Chuxia was a bit stiff, he had thought it was just the occasional spat that couples have, not realizing it was not like that at all.
"Young Master Shen, I can see that President Shi really loves Young Madam, but why their relationship has turned out , you’ll have to find out yourself."
Shen Qian’s expression changed several times before finally settling into calmness. His face took on a serious look, and he slowly nodded at Xiao Zhao, "I understand. Which room is he in?"
Xiao Zhao quickly led Shen Qian to a door. Shen Qian reached out to turn the doorknob, pushed open the door, and walked straight in.
Upon entering the room, Shen Qian took only a few steps before he saw Shi Che sitting against the wall, holding a bottle of liquor and taking swigs from it. Around him, numerous empty bottles lay scattered, filling the air with the heavy scent of alcohol.
Shen Qian looked over to see Shi Che with a deep frown knitting his brow, cold sweat beading on his forehead, veins on his temples subtly throbbing, his complexion extremely unsightly, and yet he continued to drink recklessly.
Shen Qian’s gaze darkened. In a few strides, he reached forward, grabbed the bottle from Shi Che’s hand, and forcefully yanked it away, "Che, have you lost your mind? Your head is aching this much, and you’re still drinking! Where’s your medicine? Where?"
Shi Che lazily lifted his eyes, glanced at Shen Qian, his expression unchanged, and simply reached out, his voice low and hoarse, "Give it back to me."
Shen Qian glared at him, forcefully smashed the bottle in his hand, then stepped forward again and kicked all the bottles in front of him away, not one remaining!
Shi Che watched expressionlessly as Shen Qian did all this, then propped himself up and staggered toward the liquor cabinet. Shen Qian, watching him in this state, was furious yet heartbroken at the same time.
The always elegant and tranquil, reserved and steady Shi Che, when had he ever been so disheveled, so self-destructive? Was this the Shi Che he knew?
He rushed forward, seized Shi Che’s collar, and pulled him up straight before him. He stared intently, his tone filled with urgent concern, "Shi Che, snap out of it. Xiaxia has been in a car accident and is lying in the hospital, and you’re here drowning your sorrows in drink? What the hell is going on with you? And weren’t you and Xiaxia always very loving? Weren’t you mutually in love? What have you two been up to these three years?"
Shen Qian’s shouting made no impression on Shi Che, except... when he mentioned mutual love.
"Mutual love? Haha..."
Shi Che muttered these four words, and within his listless eyes, a trace of moisture involuntarily emerged.