"You don’t know? Xiaxia was pregnant, but she aborted the child..." As she said this, Ling Yunshu sighed, lifting her eyes to see Sister Hua’s utterly astonished expression. It seemed as though Ling Yunshu had just realized she had said something she shouldn’t have, her gaze immediately turned sharp, and she shook her head, "No, it’s nothing."
She paused, then continued, "By the way, Sister Hua, I have other matters to attend to, so I will be leaving now. I’ll find an opportunity to visit Mrs. Shi in the next couple of days. Please let her know for me, will you?"
After saying this, she didn’t wait for Sister Hua to react, but stood up and walked away directly.
Sister Hua was struck still by Ling Yunshu’s words, unable to respond. Each sentence she said felt like powerful bombs that left her mind completely blank.
As Ling Yunshu turned around, her gaze narrowed, and the corners of her lips lifted to reveal a deep, subtle smile.
Although Shi Che and Ling Chuxia were divorced, Shi Che’s feelings for Ling Chuxia were always her greatest obstacle. Therefore, she had to create more distance between him and Ling Chuxia before Shi Che came back to his senses, to make them parallel lines that would never intersect again.
She believed that very soon, Sister Hua would tell Mrs. Shi everything.
How much she longed for a child, yet Ling Chuxia had aborted the child...
Ling Yunshu could hardly contain her laughter, her head held high as her steps lightened, one after the other, she exited the hospital.
When Xiao Zhao received another call from the old house, he felt his head swell with anxiety.
Since returning from the hospital, Shi Che had been sitting on the couch, motionless, staring at the divorce agreement as if he were a statue, his entire being enveloped in a frightening gloom. The chilling aura around him was so intense that it could be felt for miles around—who would dare disturb him at such a time?
But calls from the old house kept coming, seven or eight times already, and eventually, it was Mrs. Shi herself on the phone, her presence and force almost driving him to tears.
Caught between the old madam and President Shi, he couldn’t afford to offend either side.
Xiao Zhao weighed his options again and again, thought it over and over, but finally, he swallowed hard and, steeling himself, he approached.
He forcibly restrained his trembling legs as he stood firmly in front of Shi Che, clearing his throat before he spoke, "President Shi, the, the old madam’s call has come several times now, insisting you pick up."
As he spoke, Xiao Zhao’s hand, trembling, extended the phone towards him, the screen showing an ongoing call.
But Shi Che seemed to hear nothing, his dark eyes brooding, still deathly fixed on the divorce agreement, ignoring him completely.
Xiao Zhao’s face was close to crumpling completely, inwardly cursing the situation. Yet, he took a deep breath and mustered the courage to speak again, his voice inadvertently getting louder, "President Shi, the call from the old madam."
This time, Shi Che finally reacted, yet when his dark eyes turned towards Xiao Zhao, they were so intimidating that sweat broke out on Xiao Zhao’s forehead, a gaze as terrifying as Shura from Hell.
His steps faltered, and he retreated two steps back in fear; had he not been with Shi Che for so long and gained some composure, he might have simply collapsed.
Fortunately, although Shi Che had glared at him, he still reached out and took the phone from his hand, placing it emotionlessly to his ear, "Hello—"