"Why... why? Why don’t you get a divorce?"
Mrs. Shi had always known that the older her son got, the harder it was to read his mind. However, it was obvious he liked Ling Yunshu, so obvious that everyone could see it clearly. His disdain for Ling Chuxia was equally clear to everyone.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so cold and repulsed by Ling Chuxia over these past three years.
But now, not only had Ling Chuxia miscarried, but she had also initiated the divorce, yet he still resolutely said he wouldn’t divorce Ling Chuxia?
Could it be, just as she had suspected last time, that Shi Che had fallen in love with Ling Chuxia?
Mrs. Shi’s heart jolted fiercely, and her gaze suddenly deepened as she stared intently at Shi Che, her eyes probing, "Che’er, have you... have you fallen in love with Ling Chuxia?"
In this household, his emotions were not a blessing but rather a curse that brought disaster to those he cared for. This was a truth he had understood for a long time.
Ever since he was young, whatever he enjoyed playing with, eating, or wearing, as soon as he showed interest, they would vanish by the next day, never to be found again.
At that time, being too young and naive, he didn’t understand why, only finding it strange that things just disappeared.
Gradually, as he grew older and became wiser, he started to understand.
His mother was a woman with a strong desire for control. She wouldn’t allow him to have affections for anything, to be obsessed with anything. She wanted his emotions to be shallow, hoping he could control himself and not be ensnared by anything.
Although he knew deep down that his mother was doing this for his own good, he also deeply despised her approach. However, back then, he was powerless to resist.
He could only suppress himself, trying his best to restrain his emotions and sentiments, slowly becoming profound, reticent, and never revealing anything on the surface.
Even when he met the woman he liked, Ling Chuxia, he couldn’t directly approach her, get close to her, or express his affections.
Now, as Mrs. Shi’s words input one by one into his ears, Shi Che’s deep eyes seemed stirred by something, the emotions inside surging, as something attempted to break forth.
He didn’t want to hide his feelings, but at this moment, he still had to keep them hidden.
He knew his mother’s character better than anyone; if he admitted his feelings for Ling Chuxia, his mother would undoubtedly make things difficult for Chuxia, forcing them toward divorce.
Now, it wasn’t that he lacked the ability to protect Chuxia or defy his mother; it was simply that their relationship was on the verge of collapse, and Ling Chuxia didn’t love him. He wasn’t afraid of his mother; he was afraid of her.
Afraid she would force him to sign the papers again, afraid she would turn and leave without a trace of reluctance.
Shi Che’s hands clenched tighter bit by bit, the turmoil of emotions in his dark eyes being restrained back, his expression remaining calm and indifferent, showing no trace of his inner turmoil.
He began to speak slowly, each word deliberate, repeating the same sentence, "Mom, please do not interfere in the matters between Chuxia and me."
"You...!" Mrs. Shi gasped angrily.