Chapter 619: Chapter 619

Of course, these communications were just very trivial, such as how she felt today, what she encountered, or what she ate and wore today, or even the random things she saw on the street that she could talk at length with Mr. S about.

Honestly, Ling Chuxia had never imagined she could chat to such an extent with Mr. S. She used to be quite a chatterbox, able to talk nonstop for twenty-four hours a day, always having something to say, constantly chirping around Shi Che like a little sparrow.

Every time, Shi Che would look at her with impatience, yet she wouldn’t blush but would keep talking incessantly around him. In the end, Shi Che simply grew accustomed to it, no matter how noisy she was around him, he could remain unfazed and focus on his work and documents. Occasionally, when she was not around or suddenly grew quiet, he would unconsciously look up to find her until he saw her lingering within his line of sight, and only then would he reassure himself and lower his head back to his documents.

But later, after three years of marriage, whatever Ling Chuxia said would irritate Shi Che, everything she said seemed wrong, and she gradually began to fall silent, speaking only when necessary. Eventually, she almost forgot that she once was such a talkative person.

Now, facing Mr. S, somehow her true nature was slowly returning. Initially, she communicated with Mr. S through texts, but when typing became tiresome, she switched to voice messages, speaking sentence by sentence.

Mr. S seemed to also enjoy chatting with her, as he would always reply to her messages in a very short time, even when she mentioned mundane and trivial matters. He could patiently respond. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novᴇlfire.net

Perhaps it really was because she hadn’t had many friends, or maybe she had been feeling repressed and lonely for too long. Chatting with Mr. S, Ling Chuxia felt particularly comfortable and warm, gradually becoming dependent on this feeling.

It was really strange. Now, she was a rather reserved person, but facing Mr. S, she accepted it unusually calmly, maybe because Mr. S had once saved her life, making her believe he must be a good person.

Moreover, ever since she met Mr. S, she felt as if her luck had suddenly expanded.

For instance, on a rest day, she was lying lazily on the couch at home, not wanting to move, but she was hungry and particularly craving spicy hot pot. She casually mentioned in WeChat to Mr. S, "I want to eat spicy hot pot."

Mr. S might have been busy and didn’t reply to her. Ling Chuxia sprawled bored on the couch, thinking she might as well resign herself to cooking noodles instead, but unexpectedly, in ten minutes, her doorbell rang.

Ling Chuxia slightly furrowed her brows, a flicker of confusion crossing her eyes. Usually, only Bai Yixuan came to her place, but he knew the passcode and wouldn’t ring the doorbell.

If not Brother Xuan, then who could it be?

Ling Chuxia got up, shuffling in her slippers to the door, opened one door, and then through the security gate, she looked at a person in uniform outside, her expression growing more puzzled, "Who are you?"

The person held out the fast food box he was carrying to her, replying, "I’m here delivering your takeout!"