If You Could Hear My Heart

Having not seen Xu Chaomu for five years, she had become even more beautiful. From her appearance, she didn’t look like an eighteen-year-old girl anymore, with more of a young woman’s charm and restraint.

Especially when she smiled, she looked exceptionally lovely.

He only knew Xu Chaomu had returned, but because he had been busy with the Li Family’s company affairs, he hadn’t had time to ask about her. He hadn’t expected to run into her today by chance.

“Beiting, this is…” The girl in the passenger seat began to ask.

She had been staring at Xu Chaomu for quite a while, looking left and right, not recognizing her.

But anyone appearing in this villa area was sure to be of no ordinary status.

Li Beiting turned his head and said to her, “This is Xu Chaomu, an old friend of mine, Shen Chi’s sister.”

Upon hearing Shen Chi’s name, the girl suddenly understood; she smiled gracefully, “Hello, Miss Xu, my name is Mi Fei, ‘Mi’ as in rice, ‘Fei’ as in fragrance. You can call me Feifei or Xiaomi, whichever you prefer.”

Seeing the smile on Mi Fei’s face, Xu Chaomu, for some reason, found she couldn’t smile.

Her heart felt a pang of melancholy; she stood there, dazed.

The hand holding the parasol trembled slightly; Mi Fei… she didn’t know her.

“Miss Xu, hello.” Mi Fei greeted her smilingly once more.

Xu Chaomu snapped out of it and gave a polite smile in response, “Hello, Miss Mi.”

“Just call me Feifei, that’s what everyone calls me.”

Mi Fei was a pretty girl, easy-going and well-mannered. Xu Chaomu took a careful look at her; this girl couldn’t be more than twenty-three or twenty-four at most.

She wore a light yellow dress and light makeup, looking very elegant and carrying the air of a lady from a well-established family.

“Li, you haven’t introduced me yet. Who is this beautiful miss?” Xu Chaomu inquired of Li Beiting.

“Fiancée,” Li Beiting said indifferently.

Fiancée… what an ironic term.

A sting shot through Xu Chaomu’s heart at that word—fiancée, fiancée…

This Mi Fei was Li Beiting’s fiancée.

Five years had passed, indeed things and people change.

Li Beiting was still Li Beiting, but he had become much more composed and reserved, and the girl by his side had changed to Mi Fei.

Perhaps she had misunderstood. She had always thought that Li Beiting liked Yu Weiwei.

Maybe, she had read it wrong all along.

“Your fiancée is very beautiful,” Xu Chaomu said with a smile in the sunlight.

She knew her smile was forced, but she couldn’t really bring herself to dislike this girl in front of her.

At least she wasn’t like Jian Sisi.

The girl was petite and cute, and very polite; Xu Chaomu just couldn’t find it in her to dislike her.

“Thank you,” Mi Fei smiled again, “Miss Xu, you are also very beautiful. Are you going out somewhere?”

“Just Chaomu is fine,” Xu Chaomu replied, “I’ll wait for a taxi, you guys go ahead.”

“Beiting, why don’t you give Chaomu a ride? Look at this sun, it’s terribly hot, and she’s a girl, she might get tanned. Plus, it’s difficult to hail a cab around here, isn’t it?”

Mi Fei shook Li Beiting’s arm, seeking his opinion.

“No need, really, I’ll keep waiting a bit longer. If there’s still no taxi, I’ll ask Xiaogao to drive me,” Xu Chaomu said.

Li Beiting spoke up, “Chaomu, it’s been a long time. Let me give you a lift.”

Xu Chaomu didn’t want to disturb the couple’s atmosphere, and besides, she was feeling somewhat unsettled.

Conveniently, just at that moment, a taxi emerged from inside the villa area, apparently having just dropped off a customer.

Xu Chaomu hurried to the roadside to flag it down, truly a lifesaver.

“Mr. Li, Miss Mi, goodbye, I’m getting in the taxi now!” Xu Chaomu turned and waved at them.

Mi Fei also smiled and waved back, while Li Beiting rested his hands on the steering wheel, merely smiling back as a gesture.

As soon as Xu Chaomu got into the taxi, she put away the parasol.

Li Beiting’s car was still in place, but the taxi drove off first.

“This Splendid World place really is full of rich people; I’ve never seen a car worth less than two million,” the taxi driver remarked after having just seen Li Beiting’s Maserati.

“Mister, there are poor people too, like me,” Xu Chaomu said, laughing.

“Young lady, you must be joking. How many poor people can there be that come here?”

Besides, the driver had seen clearly enough; the young lady had just been speaking with the owner of the Maserati.

“Mister, you’re wrong there. Think about it, the Jia Residence in ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’ was rich, wasn’t it? And yet, they had poor relatives like Granny Liu. I’m that Granny Liu.”

Xu Chaomu’s words made the driver laugh heartily, and they actually made some sense.

After chatting with the driver for a bit, she still felt a little anxious inside.

Mi Fei was Li Beiting’s fiancée, but what about Weiwei? How was Weiwei doing now?

When she had called Weiwei back then, it was through a number obtained from someone else; she wasn’t very clear about Weiwei’s current situation.

“Miss, where are you going?” the driver asked.

“Oh, to the Sunshine Institute,” Xu Chaomu came back to reality.

Shen Chi had taken her phone, so she couldn’t call Yu Weiwei, but thankfully she remembered the name of her institute; she could just go there directly.

She wondered if, after five years apart, Yu Weiwei still remembered her.

Er… the driver was a bit taken aback. A young lady heading to a male research institute? Still, it wasn’t his place to pry too much.

But Xu Chaomu was proactive in asking, “Mister, what’s the Sunshine Institute like?”

“Er… I haven’t been there, so I don’t know much about it,” the driver quickly disclaimed any connection.

“I mean, like, its reputation, its level of service?”

“That institute is new, but it quickly gathered some fame, and they put a lot of effort into their advertising.”

Xu Chaomu smiled; that kid really did well for herself.

Back in school, Yu Weiwei was always buried in an anatomy book, determined to specialize in andrology.

At that time, Xu Chaomu thought it was just a whim, something impulsive, and didn’t take it seriously, but it turned out she indeed realized her dream.

In contrast to Yu Weiwei, she seemed to have achieved nothing.

But she had her dreams too. It’s just that compared to Yu Weiwei, they seemed rather lackluster.

Her dream was to tease Shen Chi, kiss Shen Chi, and knock Shen Chi over.

If that could count as a dream, then she seemed to have… accomplished it?

Pfft, she chuckled at herself, truly lacking ambition.

So should her next dream be to knock over all sorts of pretty-faced guys?

Tall ones with long legs, those with good looks…

Try each one in turn?

The sun shone through the window onto her face; she lifted her hand slightly to block some of the light.

She leaned against the window, her lips continually adorned with a faint smile.

She wondered how Yu Weiwei had changed. She must still be optimistic, surely.

That was their promise—to be roaches that couldn’t be squashed.

But leaving her for five years, not saying goodbye when she left, she felt rather apologetic about that.