"Chuxia... Chuxia came to see me? When?"
Shi Che felt dizzy, but he still heard Sister Hua’s words clearly. His dark pupils suddenly contracted, and he stared at Sister Hua intensely.
Sister Hua swallowed nervously under his gaze, squinted her eyes, and seriously tried to remember the details.
After all, more than three years had passed, and many details were not clear anymore, but she remembered this incident because that day was special—it was the day the Young Madam was engaged, and Ling Chuxia being chosen as the Young Madam was beyond everyone’s expectations. Moreover, on that day, it was clear that Ling Yunshu was in a very bad mood and had taken a severe blow; her fragile body looked like it was about to collapse, and she didn’t eat much at dinner before returning to her room. As soon as she left, Ling Chuxia said she wanted to check on her and left the dining table too. After she left, Shi Che also seemed to lose his appetite and soon stood up and departed.
Not long after, only Mrs. Shi remained at the dining table, clearly displeased and slightly angry; she too put down her chopsticks and returned to her room.
Worried that they hadn’t eaten much and might get hungry later, Sister Hua asked the servants to prepare desserts and fruits, delivering them to each person’s room.
At that time, she was delivering desserts and fruits to Shi Che’s room, but Shi Che wasn’t there. She placed the items on the table, and as she turned around, she saw Ling Chuxia rush in angrily, demanding without a second word, "Where’s that bastard Shi Che?"
Because Ling Chuxia made no attempt to hide her anger and spoke so disrespectfully, Sister Hua frowned disapprovingly and scolded her, "Miss Chuxia, you’ll soon be the young master’s wife. You must learn to behave—you can’t refer to people this way, and you can’t be so reckless. If Madam sees this, she’ll definitely make you kneel as a punishment."
"I don’t care about being punished! And what wife? Who cares! I don’t want it; let someone else have it. Just tell me where Shi Che is!" Ling Chuxia wouldn’t listen to the reprimand, and her words grew harsher. Sister Hua frowned deeply, her voice cooling as well, "The young master isn’t here, Miss Chuxia. You still need to watch your words and actions!"
Shi Che wasn’t in his room, and Ling Chuxia disliked Sister Hua’s scolding. She snorted, made a face at Sister Hua, then turned and stormed out, anger following in her wake. For more chapters visit novel⸺fire.net
That nearly drove Sister Hua to the edge, so she remembered the incident particularly well, even to this day.
"Chuxia really... came looking for me?"
Hearing Sister Hua’s words, Shi Che muttered to himself, his dark eyes shimmering, and he became lost in thought.
"Yes, I remember it was in the evening, around...," Sister Hua’s brow furrowed even more as she thought hard before answering, "It was probably around eight or nine o’clock."
"Eight or nine o’clock?"
Shi Che repeated the words, his legs suddenly unsteady. He staggered back a few steps, almost falling down. Sister Hua quickly regained her wits and firmly caught him, "Young master, be careful!"
But Shi Che didn’t even notice her; his mind was completely dominated by Sister Hua’s words. Ling Chuxia had come to his room looking for him at around eight or nine in the evening? But...