CHAPTER 734: CHAPTER 733: LING YUNSHU’S REQUEST FOR PEACE (1)

Looking at the two characters flickering on the screen, Ling Chuxia’s hand unconsciously tightened around her phone.

Ever since that day when she and Ling Yunshu had their falling out, they had severed all contact; Chuxia had never expected Ling Yunshu would call her.

The words "elder sister" leapt on the screen, yet they seemed so ridiculously ironic.

She took a light breath, her finger slid, and directly rejected the call. She and Ling Yunshu no longer had any relation; she saw no need to answer her call.

After she pressed ’reject,’ it wasn’t two minutes before her phone rang again, still from Ling Yunshu. Ling Chuxia’s brow furrowed, and she simply turned off her phone then tossed it back into her purse.

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The first phone notification was: "The number you have dialed is currently busy," the second one just indicated that the phone had been turned off. Ling Yunshu didn’t need to think to know that Ling Chuxia was refusing to answer her calls.

Once upon a time, Ling Chuxia also dared to reject her calls. Ling Yunshu’s hand clenched tightly around her phone, ice instantly flashing in her eyes, and she forcefully smashed the phone to the ground.

When the phone hit the floor, the screen instantly shattered, spreading out in a web-like pattern.

Xiao Chen was just bringing in a cup of warm water from outside. The phone had landed right next to his foot. His steps momentarily paused. Lifting his gaze to the woman leaning against the headboard, her graceful and beautiful face was now clouded with shadows and freezing cold, her eyes filled entirely with resentment. His gaze dimmed slightly, he bent slightly, picked up the phone, then stepped forward, offering the cup to Ling Yunshu, "Have some water first."

Ling Yunshu, however, didn’t even look at him and directly brushed Xiao Chen’s hand away, her voice sharp, "Drink what?"

She was already infuriated to death.

Xiao Chen’s hand was brushed away, the water in the cup swayed, nearly all splashing out, landing on Xiao Chen’s shirtfront, wetting it instantly.

Xiao Chen slightly lowered his gaze, looking at the damp patch for quite a while before he finally set the cup down, took a few tissues, and gently wiped it.

"Shi Che brought Ling Chuxia back. They’ve reconciled now, so next, they will surely remarry, and by then, Ling Chuxia will be the Young Madam of the Shi Family again. I’ve done so much, yet all for naught?"

Ling Yunshu muttered resentfully, her voice growing more hateful as she spoke, unable to suppress the bitterness in her heart.

Xiao Chen listened to Ling Yunshu speak of her efforts as futile, his movements slightly paused, he raised his eyes to look at her, his voice slightly hoarse, "Since you already know it’s futile, Yunshu, let it go."

These past days, Xiao Chen had often spoken such words, yet Ling Yunshu was extremely impatient to hear them. Her eyes fiercely glared at Xiao Chen, growing increasingly sinister, "Xiao Chen, I asked you here to think of solutions for me, not to boost others’ morale at the expense of my own prestige. If you’re not on my side, then get out!"

Such words barely registered in Xiao Chen’s ears—if he really could leave Ling Yunshu’s side, he would have done so long ago. Why would he still be here?

He sighed inwardly, then composed his expression, raising his eyes to Ling Yunshu, his voice indifferent, "Yunshu, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but you now, have no options left."

She had created numerous misunderstandings yet couldn’t separate Shi Che and Ling Chuxia; this only proved they were fated to be together. How could one fight against destiny?