Contract Marriage: Boss, Let's divorce
Chapter 62 Why Don’t You Go Die (2)

Chapter 62: Chapter 62 Why Don’t You Go Die (2)

Shi Che knew he shouldn’t have been expecting anything, yet when he heard Old Zhu’s last sentence, his heart still skipped a beat, and a glint of anticipation surfaced in his eyes.

So he sat there waiting, waiting to see if Ling Chuxia would come out, to see if she would, like other wives...

have that slight trace of pleasant surprise, that little hint of joy.

His dark brown eyes swept towards the front door unintentionally from time to time.

But he waited and waited, and that front door never opened, always closed, with no one coming out from it, until the lights of the second-floor bedroom abruptly dimmed, and all returned to calm.

Old Zhu suddenly felt a bit awkward; he chuckled dryly, scratched his head with one hand, and quickly tried to rectify the situation, "Uh... maybe the Young Madam doesn’t know you’re back yet. We didn’t give any advance notice after all. How about I make a phone call right now? The Young Madam probably hasn’t slept yet, she’s waiting for you."

Before Old Zhu had finished speaking, Shi Che let out two snorts of cold laughter. He should have never expected anything from Ling Chuxia in the first place and now, his expectations wouldn’t be dashed.

How could he believe Old Zhu’s obviously flimsy lies now? They were as fragile as bubbles, bursting upon the slightest touch.

Shi Che’s expression suddenly turned grim, a chill reflecting in his black eyes. He pushed the car door open, swung his long legs out, and headed straight for the front door.

Watching Shi Che’s icy back, Old Zhu’s face was full of regret; he wished he could have sealed his own mouth shut. Every time he meant to help the Young Madam, but every time trouble came from his mouth.

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After Ling Chuxia lay back down, she finally began to feel a bit sleepy. Just as she was about to drift off, she thought she heard heavy footsteps. Confused, before she could figure it out, the bedroom door was violently kicked open.

The door banged against the wall, the whole frame seemingly shook.

Because the surroundings were too quiet, the sound of the kick and the door hitting the wall was inadvertently amplified several times. The noise startled Ling Chuxia out of bed, her heart pounding violently.

Shi Che strode into the bedroom, radiating a suffocatingly sharp aura, and Ling Chuxia felt an overwhelming pressure hit her head-on.

As she looked up, she was caught off guard by Shi Che’s dark brown eyes—deep, cold, and terrifying.

For a moment, Ling Chuxia felt as if her throat was being squeezed—she couldn’t breathe.

It turned out, the blurred silhouette of the car she had seen downstairs wasn’t her imagination. Shi Che really had returned. These thoughts barely had time to flash through Ling Chuxia’s mind before Shi Che was stepping towards her.

It turned out, the blurred silhouette of the car she had seen downstairs wasn’t her imagination. Shi Che really had returned. These thoughts barely had time to flash through Ling Chuxia’s mind before Shi Che was stepping towards her.

Shi Che took large, rapid strides and in just a couple of steps, he was right in front of her. Then, he placed his hands on her shoulders and forcefully pressed her down onto the bed.