Contract Marriage: Boss, Let's divorce

Watching the somber expression on Chuxia’s face, Sister Hua also paused slightly, her expression slightly stunned. The young master was indeed a bit... excessively indifferent to the Young Madam. If it weren’t for what she had witnessed today, she wouldn’t have believed that the Young Madam had been enduring this for three years—handling her husband’s indifference on one side and her mother-in-law’s coercion on the other. It was a miracle she hadn’t gone mad with the two heavy burdens weighing her down.

A hint of sympathy emerged in Sister Hua’s eyes, and her voice softened, "Young Madam, perseverance is victory. Don’t forget, you only have three months left."

Three months, like a thorn, sharply pierced Chuxia’s heart. Invisible yet painfully indescribable.

Indeed, she only had three months left. Where did she have the time to feel sorry for herself? Even if Shi Che despised her, she needed to get closer to him.

Chuxia rubbed her face vigorously with her hands, clenched her fists, stood up, shed her somberness, and flashed a smile at Sister Hua, "Alright, I’ll go up now."

Sister Hua sighed silently to herself, then said, "The young master hardly ate anything just now. I guess he has no appetite. Take a warm glass of milk to him. Oh, and...."

Sister Hua paused, then suddenly approached Chuxia. Before Chuxia realized what she was doing, Sister Hua tugged at her blouse, pulling one side up to her arm, revealing her delicate neck and slender collarbone.

Chuxia: "...!"

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