Ling Yunshu did not wait for Ling Chuxia’s response and continued speaking, "I should have guessed it long ago. You were together for three years, not three days; how could there be no feelings at all? Otherwise, you wouldn’t want to keep Che’s child, right?"
Ling Chuxia’s hands clenched tightly, her fingertips turning fiercely pale.
Ling Yunshu spoke calmly, but her words, each and every word, felt like they were pressing on her fatal spots, almost making her breathless.
"A woman’s intuition is always accurate. Although I’m not sure about your thoughts, Chuxia, I didn’t dare to take any risk. I’ve waited for three years; I’ve waited too long. I really couldn’t bear to lose Che again, so I was selfish for once. I forced you to go abroad; I wanted to make you disappear from Che’s sight. Then, Che would no longer see you, no longer think of you, and it would be just Che and me."
"Chuxia, elder sister is sorry, I’m really very sorry. But please allow me to be selfish once more. Could you leave? You go to the United States, and I will have people take good care of you. You won’t have to worry about anything, which is better than staying here, working and facing others’ attitudes. Moreover, I can’t bear it... if I were to argue with Che again and he came looking for you, I don’t want you to continue being my substitute, being Che’s consolation."
Tears had already dried up, and her heart was being torn apart bit by bit. It seemed like the melody from "Dream Wedding" was echoing in her ears, yet it had become a stark irony.
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She had thought it was a gift from heaven, but now she knew it was just a dream she should not have hoped for.
Like Cinderella, no matter how beautifully she dressed up, no matter how elegant her pumpkin carriage was, when it struck midnight, everything would disappear, and everything would go back to normal.
She remained the dirty Cinderella in tattered clothes, never to become a true princess. And for her, midnight had not yet struck, the clock had not yet chimed, but she had already been reverted to her original form instantaneously.
She, Ling Chuxia, was still Ling Chuxia, and she could never become Ling Yunshu, nor could Che ever fall in love with her.
Realization dawned, her heart died, it was all over!!
Ling Chuxia’s hand wiped the corners of her eyes little by little. She looked up, and despite the difficulty, she mustered a smile, her voice extremely hoarse, "Sister, don’t worry. My being with Che was only for work. He was on a business trip here and needed a secretary. I just... needed his assistance, so we had a mutually beneficial arrangement. Ten... no, in three days, our agreement will be fulfilled, and we’ll never cross paths again."
"I understand your feelings, but sister, I’m sorry, I cannot leave. I need to stay here."
Her family had yet to give any news, and she was still tirelessly searching; she couldn’t possibly leave this place.
Listening to Ling Chuxia’s refusal, Ling Yunshu’s facial expression struggled to maintain composure. She thought that after speaking to this extent, Ling Chuxia would naturally leave on her own initiative, but unexpectedly, she was still rejected outright?
Ling Yunshu’s gaze suddenly turned dark, her earlier calm now somewhat unstable, "Chuxia, you said you won’t have any relationship with Che anymore, so why are you unwilling to leave? Or are you just placating me?"