In the living room, Mrs. Shi was talking to Shi Che.
"Che’er, you and Xiaoxia have been married for three years now. Shouldn’t you start considering the matter of having children?"
From the moment Shi Che and Ling Chuxia got married, Mrs. Shi had been eagerly looking forward to them having a baby, so she could have a grandchild. But who knew, one, two, three years had gone by, and a grandchild was still nowhere in sight. How could she not be anxious?
She had applied all sorts of pressure on Ling Chuxia, both openly and subtly, but there was still no progress. Now that her son was finally home, she couldn’t hold back and straightforwardly asked about it.
Shi Che’s expression remained as indifferent as ever. He raised his eyes to look at Mrs. Shi, his tone unhurried, "Mom, Chuxia and I are still young. There’s no need to rush the matter of having children. We want a few more years as just the two of us."
Mrs. Shi didn’t believe him at all. She had been keeping track of her son’s actions, and his various romantic scandals were the headlines of entertainment news every day.
Mrs. Shi shot Shi Che a reproachful look, "Enough with that, what two-person world are you talking about? Do you come home even once a month? You leave Xiaoxia at home every day, where’s this two-person world?"
Shi Che’s expression stayed unchanged; he continued to speak calmly, "The company has been busy lately."
"Busy, busy, busy. You men just know how to use that as an excuse. No matter how busy, can’t you come home for a meal and some rest? Do you think we women are that easy to fool?" Mrs. Shi interrupted Shi Che with dissatisfaction.
Shi Che slightly curved his lips, his voice carrying a rare hint of teasing, "Even if I fooled anyone, I wouldn’t dare fool you."
Mrs. Shi was so annoyed that she wanted to glare at him, but eventually, she couldn’t help but smile, "Don’t use the tricks you use to fool women outside on me; I won’t fall for it."
Shi Che smiled but didn’t say anything.
Mrs. Shi looked at Shi Che’s indifferent and handsome face, and a shadow slowly crossed her eyes. After a pause, her expression turned slightly serious as she slowly spoke, "Che’er, tell me honestly, are you dissatisfied with Xiaoxia?"
Shi Che hadn’t expected Mrs. Shi to suddenly ask this. His expression faltered slightly, and his thin lips tightened.
Walking back from the kitchen to the living room only took one or two minutes, yet Ling Chuxia dragged it out to five. But no matter how long the path, it always reaches its destination. She turned the corner and stepped back into the living room, step by step.
From afar, she saw Shi Che and Mrs. Shi talking. However, she was too far away to hear what they were saying. As she gradually approached, she happened to hear Mrs. Shi’s sentence clearly.
"Che’er, tell me honestly, are you dissatisfied with Xiaoxia?"
Her steps suddenly halted, and she instinctively moved sideways, hiding her body behind a half-person-high classical vase.