Contract Marriage: Boss, Let's divorce

"I...."

Chuxia hadn’t had the chance to reply when Xiao Zhao’s previously despondent face instantly lit up with vitality, his eyes fixed on her as if she were a savior, "Young Madam, you must be here to see President Shi, right? Please, come in quickly!"

Xiao Zhao, as if fearful she might escape, didn’t wait for Chuxia’s response and pulled her arm, pushing her into the room without further ado, then added softly, "Young Madam, President Shi is in a really bad mood, please comfort him, I beg of you."

Xiao Zhao pleaded with palms pressed together, yet unhesitatingly cast her into the fire before swiftly closing the door of the office behind her.

Chuxia looked at the closed door and suddenly felt like crying. Were they expecting her to comfort Shi Che when he was in a bad mood? Wouldn’t she just make him angrier? It’s like she’s being set up to be cannon fodder, right?

"Who?"

A deep voice came from behind her, even more bone-chilling without the door in between, causing Chuxia to take a sharp breath before she slowly turned around and spoke timidly, "It’s me...."

Shi Che sat behind his large desk, originally looking at some documents, but as he heard the soft sound of two words, he abruptly lifted his head. When he saw Chuxia, his black pupils dilated rapidly, and he stared blankly at her, completely caught off guard.

Since there was still a residual anger on Shi Che’s handsome face and a gloominess from his earlier reprimand, the look he gave now was shadowy and dark, sending a chill throughout Chuxia’s body, her hands nearly incapable of holding the lunchbox any longer.

Shi Che continued to watch Chuxia without a flicker of reaction, his dark brown eyes filled with a frosty chill.