Shi Che’s departure lasted another half a month without him coming home.
This time, Ling Chuxia dared not call him to ask when he would return home. Every time she thought of his furious demeanor that night, a chill would run through her heart.
The only good thing was that, possibly because Shi Che had visited the old house once, Mrs. Shi hadn’t summoned her back to the old house for a talking-to every so often like she used to. Ling Chuxia could at least breathe a slight sigh of relief.
Ling Chuxia’s life wasn’t much different from that of an ordinary wealthy wife. She didn’t have a job and didn’t need to go to work. Her daily task was to take good care of her husband, but this husband... didn’t come home for years at a time. Even if she wanted to serve him, she couldn’t, so her days became leisurely. Luckily, she was the kind of person who enjoyed quietness, so she didn’t feel too bored.
Liang City had been particularly rainy during this time, pouring down for entire days, those violently raging rains that were extremely annoying. Today, however, was a rare clear day.
The sun hung high in the sky. The sunlight wasn’t as scorching as before, when it seemed like it might burn people; today’s sun was especially gentle, giving people a warm feeling.
Ling Chuxia didn’t have many hobbies usually, but she did love flowers and plants. At the beginning of their marriage, Che deliberately cleared a large piece of land next to the villa to build a small greenhouse for Ling Chuxia, where he gathered all the flowers and plants she liked so she could take care of them.
It had been raining for the past few days, and the flowers and plants hadn’t seen the sun. Today was a rare good weather day, and early in the morning, Ling Chuxia was busy moving all these flowers and plants outside to bask in the sun.
When Ji Xinxin called, Ling Chuxia was rolling up her sleeves and pants, wearing gloves, and moving these flowers and plants one by one, working up a sweat.
Aunt Zhu helped her by handing her the phone. Ling Chuxia tilted her head, shrugged her shoulders, and clamped the phone between her ear and shoulder, her voice carrying a hint of breathlessness, "Hello? Xinxin!"
On the other end of the line, Ji Xinxin’s slightly hoarse and sultry voice came quickly, carrying her usual air of nobility and coldness, "What are you doing to be so out of breath? You’re not doing anything bad with that bastard of yours, are you?"
Ji Xinxin always spoke directly, without reservation. Ling Chuxia was inherently reserved, and upon hearing this, her fair cheeks instantly blushed with two shades of red, "Xinxin, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"Hehe, what are you pretending for? You’re already a married woman, not some eighteen-year-old innocent girl!" After a pause, she added teasingly, with a hint of ambiguity, "I bet you and that bastard of yours have done plenty of bad things!"
Ling Chuxia’s cheeks were thoroughly flushed red. Being naturally awkward with words, she couldn’t retort anything to Ji Xinxin. She simply kept silent and changed the subject directly, "Xinxin, what did you call me for?"