No matter why Shi Che decided to give her a ride, the fact that he was willing to do so was always good. It gave her the opportunity to be close to him, to seize his heart.
After all, she looked exactly like Chuxia. Even if he saw her as Chuxia’s substitute, she was willing. Given the chance, one day, Shi Che would fall in love with her.
Ling Yunshu thought confidently. By the time Shi Che had changed his clothes and come downstairs, Ling Yunshu hurriedly got up and bid farewell to Mrs. Shi, "Madam, I shall take my leave now."
Mrs. Shi nodded with a smile, "Go ahead." Then, her voice lowered slightly, "Make good use of the opportunity."
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Upon exiting the door, Shi Che was already seated in the car. She quickened her steps, pulled open the passenger door, and bent down to get in. Her seatbelt wasn’t fastened yet when Shi Che stomped on the accelerator, causing the car to shoot forward suddenly, startling Ling Yunshu. She tried several times before finally securing her seatbelt.
The car slowly moved, and the interior was extremely quiet.
Ling Yunshu couldn’t help turning her face to the side, her gaze falling upon Shi Che’s profile. Since the old house was located halfway up a hill, the road out was a winding mountain path with streetlights on both sides. The lights shone obliquely inside, casting intermittent illumination on Shi Che’s face, making his features even more captivating.
Watching him, a hint of infatuation gradually surfaced in Ling Yunshu’s eyes. Her red lips parted slightly, her voice tender and enticing, "Che, I really didn’t expect you would give me a ride, thank you."
Shi Che’s lips curved slightly, yet there was not a trace of a smile.
After a lengthy drive, he slowly began to speak, "Three years ago, the night I promised to marry Chuxia, you were in her room, right?"
Although it was a question, the tone he used was affirmative.
That night, when Sister Hua told him about the past, he was so shocked that he only thought about Chuxia and didn’t consider it further. After he became calm and collected, he realized there were many doubts about that incident.
He was sure someone was in the room when he started his confession; after all, that was Chuxia’s room. Chuxia had left the dinner table to return directly to her room, so he naturally assumed the person inside was Chuxia.
Furthermore, if it hadn’t been Chuxia, the person inside would have spoken out, right? Yet, the person stayed silent, which was tantamount to tacit consent, wasn’t it?
But Sister Hua said that at that time, Chuxia had gone to look for him, and the person inside was not Chuxia at all.
Then he began to wonder, if it wasn’t Chuxia, who would be in her room? A servant? Impossible, if it were a servant, they would have spoken up. The only possibility he could think of was Ling Yunshu.
That is to say, the person who heard his confession was Ling Yunshu. She clearly knew that he was confessing to Chuxia, yet she didn’t make a sound, and she never told Chuxia either.
Shi Che’s hand, gripping the steering wheel, involuntarily tightened, the veins on the back of his hand bulging visibly.
Ling Yunshu, hearing Shi Che’s sudden question, first froze, then a flicker of extreme panic crossed the depths of her eyes. So many years had passed, and she thought that besides herself, no one would know. Yet, Shi Che suddenly brought it up.
Did he... did he know something?
No, impossible. Shi Che was outside the door; he couldn’t possibly know that it was her and not Chuxia inside.