Three days had passed and although Ling Chuxia still looked pale, her body had somewhat recovered. She was leaning against the headboard of the bed, slowly reaching out to accept the divorce agreement from the lawyer’s hands. Yet, she didn’t look at it, instead saying, "As long as I can get a divorce, that’s fine."
The lawyer was stunned for a moment. Divorces in wealthy families were usually very complicated, mainly due to the vast monetary interests involved. Rarely had he seen someone as resolute as Ling Chuxia.
However, since she did not want any trouble, he naturally would not say anything. He immediately responded, "Of course, once both parties sign and submit it, the marriage can be dissolved."
Ling Chuxia slowly nodded, her eyes shifting to the divorce agreement in her hands. She clenched her hand slightly, but soon relaxed and picked up a pen, firmly and deliberately signing her name.
Slowly yet decisively.
Sister Hua, standing nearby, watched with an alarming unease. She had thought that Ling Chuxia’s mention of divorce that day was just a spur-of-the-moment outburst. She hadn’t expected Ling Chuxia to actually go through with signing. Was this... was this really happening? A divorce?
While Sister Hua was still dazed, Ling Chuxia looked up and said to her, "Sister Hua, please call Shi Che for me, I need to see him."
"Young Madam... you... you really want to divorce the young master?"
These past few days, although she had tried probing, Ling Chuxia had remained silent, giving her no clarification. The anxiety had been building up inside her, and now she couldn’t hold it back any longer.
Ling Chuxia slightly lowered her gaze, her voice low and without replying directly, merely requested, "Sister Hua, please."
Sister Hua still wanted to say something, but seeing her pale face, she found herself unable to speak. She paused for a moment, eventually letting out a resigned sigh, "Yes, Young Madam."
When Xiao Zhao received Sister Hua’s call, his spirits instantly lifted. It had been three days since the deadlock between Shi Che and Ling Chuxia, with Shi Che confining himself to his room the whole time. Shen Qian had tried to mediate without success, leaving him almost white-haired with worry. Unexpectedly, Ling Chuxia’s call had come through, wanting to meet President Shi.
Xiao Zhao was very aware of the effect Ling Chuxia had on Shi Che. It seemed a breakthrough might finally occur since Ling Chuxia had actually initiated contact.
Unable to refrain from sighing in relief, he straightened his clothes and quickly walked to the door, knocking and clearing his throat before announcing, "President Shi, Young Madam has called, hoping to meet with you."
Xiao Zhao called out for a while, but there was no movement inside. Just as he was about to open the door himself, it was pulled open from the inside.
Xiao Zhao instinctively looked up.
The man before him was exceptionally handsome, his features composed and calm, his dark brown eyes as inscrutable as ever, exuding an air of aloofness and distance. Gone was the ragged despair of the past three days.
A gleam of joy flashed in Xiao Zhao’s eyes, his voice noticeably cheerier, "President Shi, Young Madam wants to meet with you. Shall we go to the hospital now?"
Shi Che gave Xiao Zhao a brief glance and uttered softly, "Prepare the car."
Unable to let go, he could only accept the situation. Even if she did not love him, at least, she was still by his side. Even if the child was only conceived as part of her mission, it was still their child, born of their connected bloodlines... How could he not love it?