Married for three years, Ling Chuxia, as a wife to him, had always shown only respect, fear, and caution toward her husband. So, basically, if he didn’t speak, she wouldn’t take the initiative to talk to him. If he was silent, she would remain even more silent.
So now, when Ling Chuxia suddenly took the initiative to speak and wanted to ask him a question, Shi Che felt as if something had struck him hard, catching him off guard. It took him a moment to react.
Unexpectedly, his silence made Ling Chuxia misunderstand. She had only dared to try speaking because she thought Shi Che’s mood seemed fine at that moment. She hadn’t expected that the moment she spoke, Shi Che’s face seemed to darken again. Naturally, she immediately fell silent, turned her head back quietly, and lowered her eyes.
Shi Che reacted, seeing her expression, and frowned slightly, the light in his eyes dimming a bit, but he spoke nonetheless, his voice somewhat stiff: "Ask."
Ling Chuxia hadn’t expected Shi Che to let her ask a question at all. She was initially dumbstruck, and then a glimmer of joy welled up from her heart.
Usually, when Ling Chuxia talked to Shi Che, he would mostly ignore her. She hadn’t anticipated that he would now be willing to let her ask a question, so it seemed... his mood must be very good today.
She didn’t know why, but even a fool would seize the opportunity while it lasted.
Ling Chuxia lightly bit her lower lip, carefully pondering her words. Her red lips parted slightly as she asked quietly in a low voice, "Young Master, why... don’t you agree... to bring elder sister back?"
Ling Chuxia still didn’t dare to look into Shi Che’s eyes. As she spoke, she could only direct her gaze at Shi Che’s chin.
Once she finished speaking, she could clearly see Shi Che’s originally relaxed jawline rapidly tense with visible speed.
She was a bit surprised, unconsciously lifting her eyes slightly, catching Shi Che’s gaze off guard.
He sat there, exuding elegance, with a tall and handsome posture, but those dark brown eyes seemed to pierce with a chilling aura straight toward her.
Ling Chuxia’s body stiffened, a coldness rising from her feet. Ironically, after three years of marriage to Shi Che, what she was most familiar with was his angry, furious expression.
At this moment, she knew Shi Che was angry again, and her own body temperature seemed to automatically drop by eight degrees, akin to Shi Che’s fury.
Shi Che seemed to have reached the peak of his anger, laughing instead of being angry. The corners of his lips curved up into a slight arc, letting out a soft "heh-heh" twice.
Ling Chuxia couldn’t help but shiver. His smile was more terrifying than if he were to explode in anger directly.
"The question you want to ask is this?"
When Shi Che said this, his voice was very calm, his tone unhurried and composed, revealing no emotion. But Ling Chuxia understood it wasn’t true calmness; it was merely the calm before the storm.