"Behind every successful man is a tigress," this saying couldn’t be more right. No wonder Shi Che had been avoiding touching her for so long, it must be for fear of his wife. Therefore, he could only look at her, but not taste, which certainly was frustrating.
As Zheng Rourou thought this, her heart suddenly felt at ease, and she even pitied Shi Che a bit. His wife must not be very attractive, and likely had a bad personality too; otherwise, Shi Che wouldn’t be seeking women outside.
She must meet Shi Che’s wife at some opportunity!
Shi Che stood frozen in place for a while, taking deep breaths. Only after the fierceness in his brows dissipated slightly did he heavily sink back into the sofa. He picked up his phone, his finger slid once, unlocking it, and entered the call log, staring at the latest call history—it was just a few seconds long.
His dark pupils steadily gazed at the call record; Shi Che’s finger lightly moved, wanting to press it, but at the moment he intended to, his hand seemed to be held back by something, unable to press down.
Ling Chuxia had made a phone call over, and hearing a woman answer, she simply hung up without asking a single question, just as on that day when she saw him with Zheng Rourou. She gracefully turned and left, never bringing it up at all.
So, why should he call her back now?
To explain? To explain why Zheng Rourou answered his phone?
Ha, she never cared about him, about anything to do with him. She probably didn’t even deem his explanation worthy of attention. Why should he humiliate himself by insisting?
Shi Che’s hand suddenly clenched around the phone, then released it, tossing it aside with force, leaning back onto the sofa without strength, eyes closing, fingers rubbing his temples. Then, he picked up another phone, unlocked it, and dialed a number.
The phone rang three times before someone on the other end picked up, their tone respectful, "President Shi."
"Check what the Young Madam has been up to recently, any social events or if there’s anything happening at the old house," Shi Che’s voice was low and characteristically straightforward.
There was a brief pause on the other end, then the reply came, "Yes, President Shi."
After hanging up, Shi Che leaned back into the sofa again, his dark eyes drooping slightly, a touch of darkness crossing his mind.
In fact, he was well aware that if Ling Chuxia were to call him, it would either be to fulfill Mrs. Shi’s task or... because she needed him for something. Otherwise, she wouldn’t call him at all.
Yet clearly knowing everything, he couldn’t control his concern for her.
Ling Chuxia tossed and turned in bed once more, unable to sleep. Her mind was preoccupied with how she should handle the school reunion tomorrow.
She dared not count on Shi Che anymore; she could only rely on herself. There were only two choices in front of her: either to have a firm heart and not go, or to grit her teeth and go on her own!