If You Could Hear My Heart

Just as Mo Shuifu came to her senses and prepared to push Shen Shihan away, his right hand had already forcefully pinned her hands down, and his left hand hooked around her waist, preventing her from moving.

“What are you doing!” Mo Shuifu was clearly annoyed, and she struggled with all her might.

However, she was securely embraced in Shen Shihan’s arms, unable to move at all.

Anger filled her delicate, oval-shaped face, and her thin lips were pressed tightly together.

Rage and injustice burned in her eyes.

Shen Shihan leaned close to her face, so close that he could clearly see her long eyelashes.

Thick and lengthy, they were quite captivating.

He was so near her that his nose was almost touching her high bridge.

Shen Shihan let out a “heh” and laughed, a stark contrast to Mo Shuifu’s fury.

The hot, male breath grazed her face, making Mo Shuifu shudder.

Although she worked in a place like Weiyang where all sorts of people mixed, this was the first time she was so close to a man.

When she looked up, her eyes met Shen Shihan’s.

Their gazes locked, and she bit her lip.

As he drew closer, she could smell the elegant scent on him more intensely; although it was mixed with the smell of alcohol, it was surprisingly pleasant.

Especially when he smiled, his eyes shone like stars, brilliant and dazzling.

For the first time, Mo Shuifu looked at this man seriously, and her heart skipped a beat inexplicably.

But she wasn’t so irrational, she turned her head, trying to distance herself from him.

“Let me go, and we can talk this out properly, don’t be handsy. We’ve had no bad blood normally, I can forgive you for drinking too much,” said Mo Shuifu calmly.

Her tone was cold, as cold as the snow on the branches of plum trees in winter.

Defiance and an unwillingness to submit were written all over her face.

Shen Shihan purposely did not let go, unsure what had gotten into him that evening.

Perhaps he had truly drunk too much.

“Mo Shuifu, you still haven’t answered me, what are you afraid of me for?”

His voice was deep and slightly husky, sounding exceptionally magnetic in the empty room.

The light shone on his sharp-featured face, making him look even more handsome and charming than ever.

This man exuded a mature aura all over, but at that moment, that maturity turned into allure.

“What am I afraid of you for? It’s like a mouse seeing a cat, a poor person seeing a nouveau riche. Afraid that if you’re not careful, even my life might be taken; I can’t afford to provoke you, so of course I should hide!”

“A poor person seeing a nouveau riche? Do I really give off the air of a nouveau riche?” The smile on Shen Shihan’s face deepened.

“In my eyes, all rich people are pretty much the same.”

As she spoke, Mo Shuifu tugged harder, wanting to avoid any further entanglement with Shen Shihan.

“What illness does your mother have?” asked Shen Shihan indifferently.

“It’s none of your business, let me go, I need to go back and take care of my mother!” Mo Shuifu tried to push him with her elbow.

Shen Shihan’s chest was bumped, but he wasn’t too annoyed; his temper was better than ever.

He was really quite drunk today, so much so that his bad mood had vanished.

“If you won’t say, then forget it, you’re like a hedgehog,” he remarked.

“Then let go of me.”

“If I let go, you’re going to fall,” said Shen Shihan leisurely, observing her.

“I’d rather fall!” Mo Shuifu met his gaze.

For some reason, these words made Shen Shihan feel extremely uncomfortable.

His brow furrowed, growing deeper by the second.

Seeing that he made no move, she used even more strength to resist him.

“Stop moving, I’ll let you down,” said Shen Shihan as he released her hands.

With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around her waist and placed her steadily on the ground.

However, his left hand still circled her waist.

He looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed. This woman was like a hedgehog.

Mo Shuifu pushed him away, maintaining a distance of two steps between them. She looked at him and said indifferently, “I have used the money from your bank card, but I will definitely pay you back.”

“Suit yourself,” Shen Shihan said impatiently.

Eight hundred thousand yuan was a negligible amount for him.

But it seemed she was eager to sever all ties with him.

He was curious to see when she would be able to pay back the eight hundred thousand.

“I’m leaving first.”

Mo Shuifu turned around and ran out of the suite quickly, and she forcefully closed the door behind her.

She ran so fast that she even forgot to take the elevator, fearing Shen Shihan would pursue her again.

When the door slammed shut with a “bang,” Shen Shihan felt an inexplicable sense of desolation deep in his heart.

His hand slowly dropped, and he silently picked up the glass of water on the table.

The cup seemed to retain her scent, that elegant and fresh fragrance, reminiscent of a clear lotus.

He took a sip of water and felt the alcohol surge, bringing on a headache.

Gradually, he leaned against the bed and fell asleep, even forgetting to take off his clothes.

Spring lingered, and the moonlit night was as cool as water.

Soon, not much time passed, and the flowers by the roadside gradually withered, the scent of spring growing stronger.

As mid-term exams approached, Xu Chaomu studied day and night.

In class, she still appeared nonchalant, always eager to talk back to the money-grubbing head teacher.

But in private, she secretly sought tutoring from Lou Yanli, secretly staying up late to read and do practice papers.

One day, after completing a mock exam and realizing she could do most of the questions, she happily ran to the balcony, smiling foolishly at the sun.

With her palm facing the sun, its warm rays shone onto her palm.

How wonderful.

She liked this feeling.

The breeze lifted her black hair as she slightly squinted her eyes.

The warmth of the sun suddenly reminded her of someone—Nie Chenglang.

“Chaomu, are you standing here alone?”

A pleasant voice came from behind. Lou Yanli had also stepped out onto the balcony.

“Now that you’re here, that makes two of us,” Xu Chaomu said with a smile.

“Have you finished all the problems I assigned you?”

Lou Yanli walked up next to her, standing shoulder to shoulder with her on the balcony.

Lou Yanli was youthful and vibrant, possessing the cheerfulness and purity typical of an eighteen-year-old boy.

“I’ve finished. Are you going to praise me?”

“Not bad, Chaomu. I’ve really started to see you in a new light. You’ve made great progress these days.”

“That’s too perfunctory. Won’t do. Is there a reward?”

“A reward? What do you want?”

“Your mom’s cooking!” Xu Chaomu said with a sly smile.

“That’s easy, I’ll bring you some tomorrow. After the mid-term exams, I’ll take you to my place. My mom will cook something delicious for you. You can tell her what you want to eat; she’ll definitely like you.”

“Your mom is so nice,” Xu Chaomu said with a soft smile, but soon, a layer of melancholy covered her eyes, “My mom was nice, too.”

Lou Yanli knew she had remembered something sad again and quickly changed the subject: “Chaomu, for this mid-term exam, what position are you aiming to rank from the bottom?”

Xu Chaomu pouted, not conceding, “What do you mean from the bottom? I’m aiming for the top ten in our class.”

“Top ten, huh? It’s not impossible, but you need to buckle down and study more.”