Chapter 17 No Such Preference (7)
If a man didn't like a woman, then why waste such thoughts? Yet it seemed that every time, the Young Master and the Young Madam always parted on bad terms, so much so that the gifts he brought home each time never got given. Their final destination was always the trash can.
Each time the Young Master excitedly returned home, each time he left in a fury.
He couldn't figure out the reason behind all this.
Thinking of this, Old Zhu paused, then glanced at Shi Che again. He slowly opened his mouth and tentatively said in a low voice, "Young Master, did you give the gift to the Young Madam?"
Under normal circumstances, receiving a gift would make a woman happy, and no matter how big the conflict, it could be smoothed over. A husband and wife, what grudge could last overnight?
Gift...
Shi Che's eyebrows moved slightly. His hand touched the pocket of his suit jacket and took out a heart-shaped jewelry box.
He opened it, and lying quietly inside was a silver anklet, with a small sun attached to it. Under the refracted light, it seemed to shine with a dazzling, scorching glow.
Her initial smile was like that sun, dazzling and scorching.
And the meaning of the anklet was: to bind this life and connect to the next.
Shi Che quietly stared at the chain, staring for a long time. Then, he curled his lips, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes. The next second, he abruptly closed the box and rolled down the car window. The box was ruthlessly thrown out.