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The courier took it and nodded, then turned and left.
Xiao Li had been with Shi Che these past few days and was well aware of his actions. It was obvious that he was pursuing Ling Chuxia, but what Xiao Li couldn’t understand was why he was being so secretive about it.
After thinking it over, Xiao Li couldn’t contain his curiosity and stole a glance at Shi Che through the rearview mirror. Seeing him with a slight smile on his lips and a soft expression on his handsome face, Xiao Li bravely asked, "President Shi, if you want to pursue Miss Chuxia, why not be more... direct?"
Shi Che’s dark eyes paused in mild shock, a slow sweep of sorrow dancing across them. How did he not want to be more direct? To go right up to Ling Chuxia, to confess his feelings to her directly, or even, to forcibly take her back to his home.
But what right did he now have to do that?
He wasn’t the man she loved, nor was he her husband anymore. To her, he was just a stranger now, perhaps even less than a stranger.
In this situation, how could he be direct?
If he wanted to possess Ling Chuxia again, there were plenty of ways to bring her back to his side, but he couldn’t bear to see Chuxia sad and heartbroken again, nor did he want her to return to a puppet-like existence.
Shi Che didn’t answer Xiao Li’s question, just rolled up the car window and said indifferently, "Drive!"
Ling Chuxia left work on time today, and since Bai Yixuan had a meeting, she didn’t go home with him. Instead, she took the subway home by herself.
Walking on the subway holding such a large bunch of roses certainly garnered a lot of attention. Ling Chuxia could only lower her head slightly and hurry back home.
Once home, Ling Chuxia headed straight for the balcony. There were already seven or eight bunches of roses on the balcony, and with today’s addition, they practically filled the space.
She was always caring for plants and flowers and didn’t want to throw them away before they wilted, resulting in barely any room to walk.
Ling Chuxia glanced at the roses, some of which had wilted. She first placed the bunch she was holding into a vase and watered them, then knelt down and began to clear out the roses.
Since the afternoon, Shi Che had been waiting for Ling Chuxia to contact him, his gaze almost constantly on his phone, not once looking away.
However, there was no sign from Ling Chuxia’s end. His face seemed calm and unruffled, but inside, his heart felt as if it was being scratched by a little cat, restless and unable to settle.
Even when Xiao Zhao was reporting to him during a video conference, Shi Che got distracted multiple times, causing Xiao Zhao to cough repeatedly.
Shi Che returned to his senses slightly and glanced at Xiao Zhao on the screen, his thin lips parting to say, "Are you sick? If you’re ill, go see a doctor. You don’t need to work while sick right now."
Xiao Zhao immediately coughed even more fiercely. He wasn’t sick... He was just trying to remind Shi Che of his distraction, wasn’t he?
But considering Shi Che’s current state, it looked like he wasn’t in the mood for work anyway, so Xiao Zhao simply changed the subject, "President Shi, how are things progressing with Miss Chuxia?"
Xiao Zhao would’ve been better off not mentioning it, as it just irritated Shi Che further. He lazily glanced at Xiao Zhao, ignored him, and shut the laptop screen. Standing up, he walked toward the balcony.