Ling Yunshu’s force was immense, showing no mercy as she struck Xiao Chen’s face. A metallic taste rose in his mouth, and five fingerprints instantaneously manifested on his cheek.
Yet, Xiao Chen remained calm, unnervingly so, not even a flicker in his eyes. He wiped the corner of his lips, removing the trickles of blood, and looked up at Ling Yunshu again, his voice even calmer, "Yun Shu, everyone who does wrong will face their retribution."
Ling Yunshu raised her eyebrows and scoffed coldly, "Like you?"
"Yes, like me. So, you will too, eventually."
After uttering these words, Xiao Chen sealed his lips shut, started the car, and drove off.
Ling Yunshu glared hatefully at Xiao Chen, her hands clenched tighter and tighter, her eyes brimming with intense ferocity.
Retribution? She didn’t believe in retribution! She wasn’t a fool like Xiao Chen! To watch, helplessly, as Shi Che and Ling Chuxia were together, in love, was something she could never do.
What she couldn’t have, no one else would either! Thɪs chapter is updated by novel·fire·net
After an hour-long flight, Shi Che arrived at Liang City. Xiao Zhao had been waiting at the airport exit early, hoping that this time President Shi would come back with Young Madam. If so, their misunderstanding must have cleared up, and what followed would surely be a life of sweet affection, right?
It was true, they had been married for three years already. For ordinary couples, they would have had two children by now, the older one already capable of fetching soy sauce. If they were reconciled, they might soon have a child. Wouldn’t he become an uncle then?
Xiao Zhao grew happier the more he thought about it, imagining what the children of President Shi and Young Madam might look like, when he saw Shi Che walking out with his suitcase.
Tall and handsome, standing out from the crowd, he was easily noticeable. But... Xiao Zhao looked left and right, yet he did not see Ling Chuxia. His brows immediately furrowed, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. Why hadn’t Young Madam come back?
Until Shi Che approached him, Xiao Zhao still stretched his neck to look behind Shi Che, only to confirm that Ling Chuxia had not returned. His face couldn’t hide the disappointment, but seeing Shi Che’s expressionless face, he dared not ask more; he just silently took Shi Che’s luggage and asked with concern, "President Shi, you must be tired from your trip."
Shi Che nodded slightly, without speaking, and strode towards the exit, his tall figure projecting utter sorrow, prompting Xiao Zhao to heave a deep sigh.
As they got into the car, Shi Che, looking quite exhausted, leaned back and closed his eyes.
Xiao Zhao glanced back at him and quietly spoke, "President Shi, are we heading to the villa or back to the office?"
Shi Che was silent for a long while before he slowly replied, "Back to the office."
Xiao Zhao’s frown deepened. President Shi looked so tired, why wouldn’t he go to the villa to rest? He opened his mouth to suggest, but knowing it would be futile, he closed it, directing the driver towards the office instead.
Back in the office, Shi Che sat on his swivel chair and gently pulled open a drawer, in which lay a document. He took it out and placed it on the desk. His dark eyes fell on the document, his hand trembling fiercely.
Xiao Zhao stood to the side and stealthily glanced at the document, freezing outright at the sight.