If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 172: Shen Chi, I Like You

However, Yu Weiwei’s own tolerance for alcohol wasn’t that impressive, about on par with Xu Chaomu.

“Come on, take me out for drinks. If I get drunk and throw myself at you, I won’t hold you responsible,” Xu Chaomu’s mood had improved a bit, so she shook Yu Weiwei’s arm.

“I’m not into women.”

“Please, please take me out, Weiwei. You’re beloved by all, flowers bloom at your sight, birds freeze when they see you, and cars blow tires when they pass you by. Weiwei, you’re the nation’s beauty, captivating and lovely, fish sink and geese fall, the moon hides in shame compared to you. Weiwei, you—” “Scram!” Yu Weiwei rolled her eyes.

Unable to withstand Xu Chaomu’s relentless nagging, Yu Weiwei ended up taking her out.

“Let’s get one thing straight, if you get drunk and start hugging the fortune cat, laughing and crying, I’m leaving. It’s so embarrassing!”

“Mhm, mhm!” Xu Chaomu nodded obediently.

Yu Weiwei took Xu Chaomu to a small bar which was neither too fancy nor too shabby.

The bar was filled with flickering lights, thumping music, and the aroma of alcohol wafting through the air. Outside, it was the cool early spring, but inside the bar, it felt like high summer.

Men and women were dressed in cool, breezy clothing, with many women walking around in camisole dresses.

“Mumu, you sit over there. I’m going to order drinks and will be right back,” Yu Weiwei pointed to a relatively quiet spot.

“Don’t be stingy, get the good stuff!”

“I’m afraid you’ll take a sip and just, plop, pass out.”

“Scram! I’m going to drink and show you today!” Influenced by the atmosphere, Xu Chaomu’s face was flushed.

Having said that, Xu Chaomu walked over to the designated spot. The modest table was up against the wall, which had a plastic flower pot on it. Next to the flower pot was a diffuser, mist swirling around and carrying a refreshing scent with it.

Xu Chaomu sniffed. Wasn’t that the aroma of ylang ylang essential oil?

Ylang ylang essential oil, that’s a seductive fragrance. What if she became promiscuous after getting drunk?

The thought was too beautiful; she dared not continue.

Before long, Yu Weiwei came over with two glasses of champagne, “Try this, I really splurged. Let me emphasize again, if you get drunk, I’m leaving you on the street!”

“Mhm, mhm.” Xu Chaomu nodded obediently again.

She took a sip from the glass that Yu Weiwei handed her. It wasn’t tasty.

But no matter how bad the drink, after having enough you stop noticing. Just like people, no matter how much you love someone, once you lose heart, the love dies.

So, Xu Chaomu kept on drinking.

“Mamma mia, my dear ancestress, you’re not supposed to drink like this. You’re drinking yourself to death!” Yu Weiwei hurriedly tried to grab Xu Chaomu’s glass.

“No, give it to me, just let me drink a little. Weiwei, didn’t you say that drinking a lot would make a person feel better?”

Xu Chaomu snatched the glass back and took a big gulp.

“Mamma mia, what’s bothering you? Are you upset about having small breasts or not having enough magazines to read? Come on, spit it out. Your sister here will help you, don’t keep it all bottled up.”

“Of course, it’s… because of small breasts…” Xu Chaomu smiled.

She truly was a lightweight, her face had turned red in no time, and her thoughts began to blur.

“If it’s small breasts, just say so. I have plenty of solutions for that, you—I‘

Before Yu Weiwei could finish, Xu Chaomu cut her off, leaning on the table and looking at the glass: “Tell me, why does he only like big-breasted women, only the beautiful ones? How can he be so vulgar?”

“Who?” Yu Weiwei blinked. “Who else could it be, the big jerk!”

“Who is this ‘big jerk’?”

Xu Chaomu didn’t speak anymore and just continued drinking.

The music in the bar was deafening, noisy, and hot. She had only taken a few sips when she felt irritated by the heat, taking off her coat while she drank.

So disgusting…

But the more she drank, the more addicted she became…

Gradually, the glass in front of her seemed to double, as did Yu Weiwei, everything became doubled…

The lights were so blinding, she squinted her eyes, swaying her glass.

“The big jerk has no shame, I curse him to have an ugly son, and a daughter who cannot be married off…” Xu Chaomu laid her head on the table, squinting her reddened face, “Wuwuwu… but you’re so handsome, how could your son be ugly, how could your daughter not be married off…”

“Xu Chaomu, what are you talking about?” Yu Weiwei asked with a face full of black lines, a messy, incomprehensible speech.

“Big jerk, you won’t even let me kiss you, how stingy can you be… You’re getting married… Who will I kiss now… Wuwuwu…”

Having said that, Xu Chaomu started to cry…

She lay her head on the table, her shoulders shaking nonstop. At first, it was constant sobbing, but slowly, it turned into loud crying. Yu Weiwei finally understood, she finally understood!

Still denying she’s love-struck, these thoughts…

Indeed, truth comes out when you’re drunk, truth comes out when you’re drunk.

“Don’t cry, be good. There are plenty of nice guys out there, if you want, I can lend you my second uncle to kiss.”

“Big jerk, I know you like Bai Man… I won’t cling to you… But why do you dislike me so much… Big jerk, how many kids will you have after you get married, will they call me auntie…” Xu Chaomu cried and rambled on non-stop, “But what am I supposed to do later… Shen Chi, I like you… I really really like you…”

Yu Weiwei completely understood then, this girls was thinking of Shen Chi.

On normal days, Xu Chaomu was careless and heartless, but Yu Weiwei never thought she would hide her feelings so deeply.

“Shen Chi… Fourth Brother… I don’t want your money, I don’t want anything, I just want you to be happy, I just want you to be well… Big jerk, you have to be happy after you get married, do not be sad, do not frown, do not have a cold face. Chaomu won’t tease you to be happy anymore, but your wife is so virtuous, she must be very good to you, she definitely will be… I know, it’s all wishful thinking on my part. I know, without me, you can worry about one less thing… ”

“Chaomu, Mumu, wake up, don’t talk nonsense, stop drinking!” Yu Weiwei tried to grab the glass from her hand.

Xu Chaomu was unwilling to give it up and kept drinking nonstop.

Her face was as red as an apple, her little face full of tear streaks.

But Xu Chaomu had no idea that, not far away in a corner, Liu Rumei was there. Liu Rumei watched all this with an unnoticeable cold smile on the corner of her mouth.

She called the waiter over, handed him a glass of liquor, and stealthily added something to the drink.

She pointed to Xu Chaomu’s location: “Take this drink to that table.”

“Yes, Madam.” The waiter quickly carried the drink over.

Liu Rumei then wrote a note and gave it to another waiter: “Call this number, and tell the owner their name is Xu Chaomu, and she’s drunk at the 1977 Bar.

Keep calling until you get through, and don’t mention I was here, or else I’ll cut off your livelihood!”

“Okay, okay.”

Having done all this, Liu Rumei picked up her purse and walked out of the bar.

Xu Chaomu was still sobbing: “I really won’t bother you anymore, you must be happy… If you don’t like me, dislike me, are annoyed by me, I can leave, I just want you to be well… Fourth Brother… I’m telling you, you look really good when you smile… I wish I could see you smile more, I wish I could hug you… I wish….