Contract Marriage: Boss, Let's divorce

Chapter 389: Chapter 388 Let’s Get Divorced (20)

"President Shi..." Xiao Zhao hesitated before speaking up, "Aren’t you going to the hospital to see Young Madam?"

Shi Che slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep and obscure, showing not a trace of emotion. Xiao Zhao’s words seemed unheard as he stood up and strode forward.

Xiao Zhao was puzzled about what he was doing when he saw him directly walk towards the liquor cabinet, casually grab a bottle of liquor, open the cap, and start guzzling.

Xiao Zhao was startled, "He drank so much last night, and probably hasn’t sobered up yet—why is he drinking again?"

He quickly stepped forward, without any care, grabbed the bottle from his hand, his face full of concern, "President Shi, you can’t drink anymore."

He often had headaches after drinking, and his complexion had already looked extremely bad. Now he was going to drink more—was this a death wish?

Shi Che’s dark eyes coldly glanced at Xiao Zhao, his voice hoarse yet still immensely intimidating, "Let go!"

Xiao Zhao’s spine stiffened involuntarily, but still mustering courage, tried to advise once more, "President Shi..."

"I said, let go!"

Shi Che’s voice grew deeper, each word deliberate, his body emanating an intense chill, causing Xiao Zhao’s hands to involuntarily relax, and he dared not say anything more, silently retreating.

After leaving the room, Xiao Zhao still felt uneasy. He lingered at the door for a while, then took out his phone and made a call to Shen Qian.

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Sister Hua hurriedly arrived at the hospital, asked the reception for Ling Chuxia’s room number, then rushed to the ward.

The moment she opened the door and saw Ling Chuxia, Sister Hua felt her heart rise to her throat.

How severely was Young Madam injured? Why is her complexion so pale?

She hurried forward, her eyes full of pity and worry, even her voice trembling a bit as she spoke, "Young Madam, how are you? Where are you injured?"

However, Ling Chuxia just stared blankly, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, devoid of any light, utterly lifeless. noveldrama

Sister Hua called her repeatedly without any response, scaring Sister Hua into turning around to find a doctor. Just as she turned, Ling Chuxia finally spoke, "Sister Hua, I’m fine."

Her voice was exceptionally weak, very low and faint, yet carried an unusual calmness.

Sister Hua turned back, her worry not fading in the slightest, anxiously saying, "Young Madam, are you really okay? Your complexion looks awful."

"I’m fine."

Ling Chuxia spoke slowly, each word deliberate, seemingly more serious than she had ever been before.

She was fine, truly fine.

This period, the kindness Shi Che showed her, his gentleness, almost blinded her, blinded her, and she fell helplessly into his gentleness, foolishly thinking, maybe, he was starting to like her. Maybe, she might start to like him too.

But two text messages had harshly awoken her from that beautiful dream, teaching her a painful lesson.

Shi Che had never liked her, not from the start to the end. He had always despised her.

Her child was gone, her dreams shattered, she was sober now—how could she not be fine?

Sister Hua didn’t know why, but something inside her clicked, feeling that something about Ling Chuxia was a bit different, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.

"Sister Hua, my phone is broken. Could I borrow your phone to make a call?" Ling Chuxia spoke again, slowly.