If You Could Hear My Heart

“Mr. Shen, I’m really grateful to you.” Mo Shuifu was truly sincere.

If it weren’t for his money, she wouldn’t have been able to prolong her mother’s life. Her mother’s life was, essentially, given by Shen Shihan.

But she really had no way of repaying his kindness, no way at all.

Even if her personality was stubborn, she had to face the facts.

In the dim light, Shen Shihan watched Mo Shuifu’s eyes. She seemed to have cried again, with glistening tear trails at the corners of her eyes.

Subconsciously, he reached out, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes with the pad of his finger.

“From now on, just tell me what you need,” Shen Shihan sighed.

“Mr. Shen, I owe you more and more.”

“If you want to repay it, then I have enough patience to wait,” Shen Shihan said indifferently.

Her life was already his, so why would he care about anything else?

He didn’t need her repayment, but he knew too that she had strong self-esteem. So be it a lifetime then, he would wait for her a lifetime.

Mo Shuifu moved her lips as if wanting to say something, but then swallowed her words.

Shen Shihan walked to the bedside: “Would you like me to get a better doctor for your mother?”

Mo Shuifu shook her head: “The doctors here are quite good.”

“As you wish,” Shen Shihan said, somewhat annoyed.

Every time he was well-intentioned, but it never seemed to win her genuine gratitude.

Does she dislike him, Shen Shihan, so much?

Mo Shuifu went forward, prepared the medicine, and then touched her mother’s forehead.

After making sure her mother was alright, she glanced at Shen Shihan and said indifferently, “Third Young Master Shen, I have something to tell you.”

She turned around, wrapped in her silk scarf, and walked out of the ward.

Shen Shihan, with one hand in his pocket, followed her out of the ward.

It was quieter outside the ward. Mo Shuifu walked ahead, and Shen Shihan followed behind.

Today she wore a burgundy woolen sweater, which from behind accentuated her tall figure even more.

Her black hair was casually tied into a long ponytail, and Shen Shihan realized for the first time that her hair was very long…

She didn’t look back, just kept walking forward.

Gradually, she walked down the stairs.

Shen Shihan frowned: “What do you want to tell me?”

“Something important,” Mo Shuifu’s voice was clear and cold.

His deep and slightly hoarse voice, accompanied by the “thud thud” of shoes on the stairs, made the surroundings feel exceptionally hollow.

Shen Shihan walked beside her, and he suddenly had the urge to touch her long hair…

He expected Mo Shuifu to dodge, but unexpectedly, she didn’t resist today.

Soon, the two of them reached the first floor, and Mo Shuifu gave Shen Shihan a light smile: “Drive me home, I’ll tell you there.”

Shen Shihan’s brow furrowed as Mo Shuifu seemed a bit out of character today.

“Don’t feel like driving me back?” She squinted her eyes, a slight smile on her face.

That smile made all the surrounding scenery lose its color.

She pushed the wisps of hair from her ear, and that simple movement seemed to unsettle his senses.

“Alright, I’ll take you.”

Walking to the car, he opened the door for her.

Mo Shuifu gave a faint smile and looked down.

As she looked down, her long hair brushed over her shoulders, and in that moment of tenderness, it was as if cherry blossoms were fluttering through the air, and even the air seemed to stand still.

Shen Shihan turned his head to look at her, unable to look away.

For a moment, he forgot to get into the car himself.

One hand resting on the car door, his gaze followed her as she slowly moved.

For the first time in his life, he felt something he couldn’t let go of. This feeling, like spring grass sprouting in his harsh, cold heart, gradually spreading…

With a breeze, the spring grass covered the land.

His heart slowly wasn’t as cold as before.

This man, who never believed in fate, now found himself in a predicament: he saved her life, only to lose himself.

“Third Young Master Shen, it’s time to get in,” Mo Shuifu said with a slight smile.

Her rare smile toward him made him lose his composure.

But he always felt that her smile carried endless melancholy.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, he then closed the car door.

As he turned his head, he saw that she hadn’t buckled up yet, so he reached over to pull the seat belt for her.

When he leaned over, Mo Shuifu instinctively moved as if to dodge, but it was only for a moment, and then she settled back into her seat.

She bit her teeth, not speaking.

That evening, she was prepared to repay his kindness with herself, no need to play coy any longer.

As he drew near, she could smell his mature and clean male scent, and it wasn’t as repulsive as she had imagined.

“There,” he lifted his head, giving her a hook of his lip corner.

That slight smile warm and inviting, Mo Shuifu couldn’t help but return a smile.

Shen Shihan seemed pleasantly surprised, slightly taken aback, the smile at the corner of his lips deepened.

The air around them suddenly warmed, as if lotuses were blooming one by one in the gentle breeze.

“Drive,” Mo Shuifu said lightly.

“Yeah, sit tight,” Shen Shihan settled into his seat.

Driving out of the hospital garage, the car traveled smoothly all the way.

With the car lights turned off, Mo Shuifu turned slightly in the glow from outside.

For the first time, she looked seriously at Shen Shihan, the man who was about to become the first man in her life. As long as he wasn’t disdainful of her…

Her hands twisted nervously.

Actually, Shen Shihan was quite handsome, his facial contours sculpted, emanating a refined air. He was still wearing a black suit, even his tie not yet undone.

He must have just come back from the group company.

When Mo Shuifu looked at him, at first she always conjured up another face.

Shen Shihan and Shen Chi looked somewhat alike, but she had never seen Shen Chi smile.

Gradually, when Mo Shuifu looked at Shen Shihan, he was just Shen Shihan, and no longer someone else.

Shen Shihan turned his head, just in time to catch her looking at him.

He smiled: “Looking at me?”

“No,” Mo Shuifu’s face reddened, she lowered her head, her hands twisting together.

“I allow you to look.”

“Who wants to look,” Mo Shuifu retorted, still looking down.

“By the way, have you had dinner yet?” Shen Shihan asked with concern.

This time, Mo Shuifu wasn’t like a spiny hedgehog, and his mood brightened considerably.

She was actually a gentle and graceful woman, yet she always liked to bear her sharp claws at him.

Her strength was her greatest facade.

What she lacked was someone who could see through all her strength and offer her protection.

He suddenly, very much wanted to be that person.

“Not yet, I was thinking of inviting you to dine together.”

“Is that so? I’m flattered. Do you plan to cook yourself, or are you inviting me out to eat?”

“I have no way of inviting you out,” her eyes filled with a layer of sadness.

“Actually, I’d rather you cook yourself.”

“Okay…” Mo Shuifu nodded, “Then stop the car at the supermarket first.”

She originally intended to go to the market, where things would be cheaper, but then she thought, Shen Shihan probably wouldn’t be accustomed to that kind of place.