CHAPTER 768: CHAPTER 767 UNABLE TO GET PREGNANT (7)

"Miss Chuxia said there was nothing wrong and there was no need to trouble the doctor, but then you arrived and took Miss Chuxia away."

Sister Hua paused for a moment, thinking she indeed hadn’t left anything out, before saying, "That’s all there is, Madam didn’t say anything else."

Hearing Sister Hua’s words, Shi Che filtered through them in his mind and indeed there was nothing unpleasant about them, so if it wasn’t because of his mother that Chuxia was feeling down, then what could it be?

Shi Che’s brow furrowed even more tightly, thinking about Ling Chuxia’s pale face and evasive eyes earlier; it was impossible that nothing had happened. Perhaps he had missed something?

Children... medical check-up...

Right now, Shi Che was leaning against the balustrade in the corridor, with one hand casually resting on it, his long fingers tapping against the railing, producing a faint, crisp sound.

The wall sconces cast a soft, warm light, half of which fell on the side of his face, making it look even more remarkably stunning.

Something was slowly swirling in his dark eyes, and after probably more than a minute, his thin lips slowly began to move, "Alright, I got it, I’ll hang up now."

But before he ended the call, he added, "Don’t tell Mom about the things I asked you."

Although Sister Hua didn’t understand the reason and was full of questions, she naturally did not dare to disobey Shi Che’s words and hurriedly replied respectfully, "I understand, young master."

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Ling Chuxia hadn’t slept for long. She was exhausted, but she couldn’t sleep because her mind was wracked with the issue of her inability to get pregnant.

Knowing this kind of result, she should have told Shi Che at the first opportunity, but at this moment, she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She didn’t know what the outcome would be after saying it.

A woman who can’t conceive—how terrifying is that? How many families are shattered because of this problem? Let alone the Shi Family, with its nine generations of single lineage.

What would Shi Che do if he knew she couldn’t have children? Would he despise her? Maybe even leave her?

She knew that by now, she shouldn’t so easily doubt Shi Che’s feelings for her, but not being able to have children was no small matter.

Which man doesn’t hope to carry on his family line? Which man doesn’t want descendants?

So, she simply couldn’t say it, fearing that once she did, she would lose Shi Che. But she also clearly understood that it was very selfish of her, extremely selfish, to hide her infertility from Shi Che.

Yet, she had only just made up with Shi Che, they had only just rightfully been together; she had only just begun to feel his love, his doting, and she really didn’t want to lose it just like that.

But while thinking this, Ling Chuxia couldn’t stop herself from fiercely despising her own selfishness—selfish to the point of actually... not wanting to tell Shi Che that she couldn’t get pregnant, not wanting to part with him.

A wave of agitation rose in her chest; Chuxia tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. In the end, she simply sat up, threw off the quilt, got out of bed, and walked over to the bookshelf.

Standing in front of the bookshelf, Ling Chuxia pushed open the glass cover and reached up to the very top shelf in the corner, pulling out her diary.

It had been a long time since she had last written in it, after all, with the turmoil of the recent times. Now that she felt agitated and couldn’t find relief, she habitually turned to writing in her diary.