"Like now, he sat quietly beside her, holding her hand, as if such a thing had never happened before.
He hadn’t expected that the first time he held her hand would be under such circumstances... Shi Che’s gaze slightly lowered, and slowly, a trace of deep pain welled up in his eyes.
Suddenly, Mrs. Shi’s hand gently moved. Shi Che quickly looked up, just in time to see Mrs. Shi’s eyelashes trembling lightly, and her eyes slowly opening.
The moment she opened her eyes, all the emotions at the bottom of Shi Che’s eyes seemed to vanish in an instant, even the hand holding Mrs. Shi’s loosened without a trace.
Mrs. Shi opened her eyes and met Shi Che’s dark pupils directly. Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was momentarily stagnant until Mrs. Shi, with a hoarse voice, broke the silence, "Che’er, you know everything now, don’t you?"
Shi Che looked steadily at her, his thin lips parting. His voice, as cool as usual, still betrayed a slight, hard-to-detect tremor, "Why didn’t you tell me?"
"There was no need to. Life and death are predestined," Mrs. Shi replied slowly, lifting her chin subconsciously. Even at such a time, she was reluctant for others to see her frailty, even if the person before her was her own son.
Shi Che’s dark eyes narrowed intently, his expression unchanging, but his fists clenched tightly.
"The only thing is, before I die, I must see you divorce Ling Chuxia! Che’er, proceed with the divorce from Ling Chuxia as soon as possible. If you are just worried that I want to meddle in your marriage, rest assured, I will not interfere afterward. Whether you want to marry Yun Shu or any other woman, as long as you like her, I will agree."
The hands by Shi Che’s side clenched even tighter, his brow furrowed deeply, his voice growing more profound, yet he still resolutely replied, "Mom, I’ve said it—I won’t divorce Chuxia."
"You... are you trying to anger me to death?" Mrs. Shi’s originally calm face flushed with anger, her breathing becoming noticeably more rapid.
"Mom, please, don’t get agitated."
"If you don’t want me to get agitated, then promise me! Divorce Chuxia and marry another woman! It’s my only wish before I die!"
Shi Che’s face sank completely, his thin lips pressed tightly together, yet he did not relent.
Mrs. Shi could not comprehend the look on Shi Che’s face. If Shi Che didn’t love Ling Chuxia, why wouldn’t he agree to a divorce? It would have made sense if Ling Chuxia’s child was still there, but mercilessly, she had the child aborted. Why keep such a woman?
Moreover, over the past three years, she had not seen any indication that Ling Chuxia loved Shi Che. In her eyes, there wasn’t the slightest bit of affection for Shi Che. How could she rest assured to leave a wife who didn’t love her own husband by Shi Che’s side? After she was gone, who would love Shi Che, who would accompany him?
Therefore, whether for the Shi Family or for her own son, she was absolutely determined to see Shi Che divorce Ling Chuxia. Before her death, she wanted to find a good woman, a woman who loved her son, to care for and accompany him.
And naturally, Ling Yunshu was the best choice.
Not to mention that she had raised Ling Yunshu from a young age, but just the fact that her deep love for Shi Che had never changed from past to present, still wholehearted, was enough.
Yet, he wouldn’t listen no matter what she said, and thinking of this, Mrs. Shi felt an oppressive pain in her chest, and her breathing became difficult."