If You Could Hear My Heart

“How do you plan to die for me to see? Do you need my help?”

Shen Chi stood up, looking down at Bai Man who was slumped on the ground.

Her grace and composure had long vanished; now, she stared with terrified eyes, her hair disheveled, her lips pale.

Her hand, holding a shard of glass, trembled as she stared back at Shen Chi.

The words that Shen Chi had spoken undoubtedly struck her hard, her heart pounding heavily.

“Shen Chi… is your heart really so cold?”

“Can it compare to yours, Miss Bai?”

“You are willing to be enemies with the Bai Family, even with your own parents, all for Xu Chaomu?”

“Even if it means being enemies with the whole world, I am willing.”

This promise was resounding!

Bai Man was suddenly speechless; it seemed that anything she said would be futile.

She understood that it wasn’t that the man had no heart, but that he had given his whole heart to one person. From then on, his every emotion was tied to her alone.

“Shen Chi… let me go just this once, and I promise I won’t bother you again, okay?”

“Bai Man, didn’t you want to die?” Shen Chi scoffed.

“I… I don’t want to die…” she stammered, suddenly breaking into tears.

If she really wanted to die, she wouldn’t have concocted a bunch of lies to protect herself; she wouldn’t have revealed that secret, causing Xu Chaomu to utterly collapse; she wouldn’t have sneaked into the suite to remove the IV from Xu Chaomu’s hand.

She didn’t want to die, she really didn’t want to die.

As long as she was alive, there was still hope.

“Don’t want to die? Not wanting to die is fine too. Just take that glass shard and make a cut across your pretty face, how about that?”

Bai Man was stunned: “Shen Chi, are you really going to be so ruthless?”

“No, if I were really that ruthless, do you think you’d still be here talking to me?”

“I’m begging you, please let me go, I promise I won’t bother you again.”

“No.”

Bai Man clenched her teeth, her hand pressing against her neck continued to tremble.

He was convinced she wouldn’t commit suicide, and she knew that she didn’t have the courage to do so.

Suddenly, she sprang to her feet, threw away the glass shard, pushed Shen Chi aside, and ran toward the main door!

Like the grim reaper was chasing her, she ran desperately, not caring about anything else.

She didn’t want to die; she wanted to live!

This time, Shen Chi did not pursue her; he gave her a chance at life, one last opportunity.

When Bai Man opened the warehouse door, she stumbled and, due to the dim lighting, crashed heavily against it.

Not daring to breathe heavily, she pressed her hand to her forehead and continued running.

Her messy footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor, leaving only ruin in the warehouse.

Suddenly, all around was quiet.

Shen Chi stood still, clenching his fists, his deep, dark eyes fixated on the doorway.

The air still lingered with the scent of Bai Man’s light cherry blossom perfume, but soon, everything vanished like smoke…

When Shen Chi returned to the suite, Wen Zhiyuan was still there, measuring Xu Chaomu’s temperature.

His handsome brows were furrowed, his eyes tightly fixed on the thermometer.

Hearing footsteps, he did not look up, just silently put away the thermometer and wrote a string of medicine names on a prescription.

“Has the fever gone down?” Shen Chi asked.

“Not yet, we’ll see again at night. If it really doesn’t improve, we’ll have to bring the boat ashore.”

“I understand.”

Shortly after, Wen Zhiyuan finished the prescription and tossed it to Shen Chi: “Go get the medicine yourself.”

Shen Chi frowned but still silently took it. This Wen Zhiyuan, he really dared to order him around.

Just when Wen Zhiyuan was packing up to leave, Shen Chi called out to him.

“You, have you decided not to return to Australia?”

“I plan to return to the country to develop my career. To treat and save people, it’s the same everywhere,” Wen Zhiyuan replied quietly.

“To develop your career, and then get married and have children?”

“Yes.” Wen Zhiyuan showed no expression, “Recently, I met a girlfriend, and if things go well, we’ll marry by the end of the year.”

This man always carried a calm, composed demeanor, always polite, smooth like jade.

His white coat accentuated his elegance and tranquility; even his speech was unhurried.

“What girlfriend, end it!” Shen Chi’s gaze was sharp.

Wen Zhiyuan smiled faintly: “Fourth Young Master, I’m twenty-nine this year, not nineteen. Besides, I have my personal choices, and you have no right to interfere.”

“You! Wen Zhiyuan, after accompanying my sister for five years, don’t you have any lingering feelings or affection?”

Wen Zhiyuan smiled indifferently: “I was her doctor, and she was my patient. Who says that being together day and night for five years necessarily leads to emotional attachment?”

“Did you two have a fight?”

Wen Zhiyuan pursed his lips, shook his head, and smiled somewhat helplessly: “Perhaps my medical skills really aren’t excellent, and Miss Shen has quite a few complaints about me. Therefore, I chose to leave, and she chose to seek another expert. She doesn’t owe me wages, so there’s no talk of a quarrel.”

“She… nevermind, you go on.” Shen Chi said no more.

How could Shen Di have complaints against Wen Zhiyuan? Shen Di was known for her good temper, and furthermore, whenever he spoke with her over the phone and mentioned Wen Zhiyuan’s name, Shen Di always seemed especially tender.

Wen Zhiyuan nodded and left the suite.

Shen Chi went to Xu Chaomu’s bedside and touched her forehead; indeed, it was still very hot.

There was no rush, only to wait quietly.

In the middle of the night, Xu Chaomu’s fever worsened, her entire body like a piece of hot iron.

She had nightmares again, murmuring in a daze: “Mom… don’t leave me… Mom…”

Shen Chi dozed off on a couch, always a light sleeper. Hearing Xu Chaomu talking in her sleep, his eyes snapped open.

“Mumu, I’m here…” Shen Chi grabbed her hand, “Why is it so hot.”

“I hate you… I hate you…” Xu Chaomu thrashed around.

Her little face was red hot, and Shen Chi was frightened; he immediately went to call Wen Zhiyuan.

Wen Zhiyuan was asleep when Shen Chi’s call woke him, and he hurriedly put on his coat to come over.

“The fever is quite severe.”

“Let me check.” Wen Zhiyuan touched Xu Chaomu’s forehead and confirmed, “Prepare to go ashore, the medical equipment in the cabin is insufficient.”

“Alright, you go find the captain, I’ll take care of her.”

“Okay.”

Wen Zhiyuan left the room immediately, and soon he called Shen Chi: “Bring Chaomu to the rescue boat, I’ve arranged for the captain to send her to a nearby hospital tonight!”

“Okay!”

Shen Chi wrapped an overcoat around Xu Chaomu, picked her up, and hurriedly walked outside.

It was the early hours of the morning, and the sea was shrouded in misty vapor. The rain had temporarily stopped, but the wind howled relentlessly.

Outside the cabin, the sounds of gunfire and the scent of blood had vanished, replaced by the salty smell of the sea carried by the wind.

The waves crashed against the hull with deafening noise.

“Fourth Young Master, bring Chaomu over, the captain is ready,” Wen Zhiyuan called out to Shen Chi.

“Okay,” Shen Chi, carrying Xu Chaomu, exited from the stairwell and made his way along the passage to the rescue boat.