This kind of exhaustion wasn't the physical tiredness, but a weariness that slowly, bit by bit, piled up from the bottom of her heart, and this kind of exhaustion eroded her, gnawed at her every day.
Ji Xinxin's words didn't affect her, because since childhood her belief, her principle, was to regard her husband as her world.
No matter how Shi Che treated her, she could only endure it, only bear it, only take it.
However, Shi Che's words were something she couldn't possibly ignore.
In three years' time, she had been cautious enough, frightened enough, thinking over every word, every action before daring to speak or act.
She believed she had done well enough, but Shi Che was never satisfied, no matter what she did.
Sometimes, she really didn't know what else she could possibly do.
In three years, she had only learned one thing, which was how to swallow her grievances fiercely back into her stomach, hiding them so well that even she couldn't see them.
Ling Chuxia sat on the sofa for quite a while before standing up, slowly walking upstairs, and returning to her room.
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When Shi Che came home, Ling Chuxia had just finished her bath, and as she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Shi Che's tall figure entering the bedroom.
Ling Chuxia's footsteps suddenly halted; in the afternoon, he had furiously told her to get out of the car, leaving her alone on the deserted road, and then he left.
She had thought that, as with every other time he left in anger, he wouldn't come home for several months, but she didn't expect him to come back now.
At a time like this, Shi Che coming home was beneficial for her task of having a child, she should have been happy, but maybe because Shi Che yelled at her that afternoon and she hadn't recovered from the shock, when she saw him, an icy chill ran down her spine, her heart tightened, and she stood there in a daze for quite a while, not stepping forward to attend to Shi Che, as usual.
Shi Che acted as if she didn't exist, moving about on his own, undressing by himself, and for some reason, one button on his shirt wouldn't come undone. His eyebrows furrowed, and losing patience, he forcefully yanked at it, the button snapping off and falling to the floor.
The button struck the wooden floor with a crisp sound, snapping Ling Chuxia back to reality. Her shoulders jerked slightly, and she unconsciously glanced at Shi Che.
Shi Che's handsome face was clouded, his brows furrowed deeply, his thin lips tightly pressed together; his whole body emitted a cold aura that instinctively made people want to retreat.
If she could, Ling Chuxia truly didn't want to approach him, because she could vaguely sense the hostility beneath his ice-cold exterior, and such hostility terrified her the most.
Clearly, his anger at her from the afternoon hadn't dissipated, and approaching him now was definitely inviting trouble, but she had no choice.