Chapter 31: Do Not Hear the Old People Cry (1)
Shi Che lifted his eyes, his dark pupils deep and coldly sweeping over.
Just that one glance forced Old Zhu to swallow his words back, rendering him speechless for a moment. Still, he couldn’t bear it, so he hesitated before mustering the courage to continue, "Young Master, Young Madam... She didn’t take her handbag when she got out of the car. The place she got off was a bit secluded too, this..."
As soon as he mentioned "Young Madam," he clearly felt the coldness in Shi Che’s gaze. As he spoke, his voice grew lower until he couldn’t speak anymore. He could only close his mouth, sighing to himself, "Young Madam, I’ve tried my best, old Zhu."
Listening to Old Zhu’s words, Shi Che’s gaze unconsciously shifted to the side. In the corner of the back seat indeed lay a square white clutch bag.
Looking at the white clutch bag, Shi Che’s eyebrows moved slightly, and his gaze gradually became somewhat dazed.
This white clutch bag was something he bought for her during their honeymoon after they married. Ling Chuxia was different from other women. Other women loved shopping for brand-name stores and bags, but she had a penchant for small jewelry and crafts. Those uniquely designed items were her favorite.
So during their honeymoon, she specifically went into small craft shops. At that time, she took a fancy to this white clutch bag at a glance.
But she wasn’t the type to act cute to her husband to buy things she liked. Her fondness was extremely restrained, only lingering her gaze on it a few more times.