If You Could Hear My Heart

The summer breeze brushed against them, causing Mi Fei’s black hair to flutter lightly. From time to time, she used her fingers to sift a few strands of hair behind her ear.

Mi Fei’s laugh was fresh and bright, like a rose blossoming quietly on a midsummer night.

At first glance, Li Beiting and Mi Fei seemed quite well-matched.

Yu Weiwei turned the steering wheel, driving past them without even lifting her eyelids.

Xu Chaomu turned her head to look at Yu Weiwei, who had a calm expression on her face, as if she had just seen an old friend she hadn’t met in a long time, with no ripples in her eyes.

When the small BMW brushed past Li Beiting, he just happened to turn his head.

His gaze fell on the driver’s seat, where, illuminated by the streetlights, he saw Yu Weiwei at the wheel.

He froze in his steps, not expecting to see Yu Weiwei here, at this time.

“Beiting, what’s wrong? What are you looking at?”

Mi Fei waved her right hand in front of his eyes, still wearing a bright smile.

The white car sped away like a beam of light.

Only then did Li Beiting lower his eyelids and said indifferently, “It’s nothing.”

Mi Fei didn’t care much either; she made an “Oh” sound and continued walking forward with Li Beiting’s arm in hers.

Yu Weiwei’s car drove along the winding roads of the villa area toward the Shen Family’s villa, where Xu Chaomu pointed out, “Here we are.”

“Okay,” replied Yu Weiwei with a smile, parking the car.

Xu Chaomu didn’t hurry to get out; she kept staring at Yu Weiwei.

Feeling awkward under her gaze, Yu Weiwei touched her face, “Is there something strange on my face?”

“Your face shows unhappiness,” Xu Chaomu said seriously.

“I’m worried about whether to go to the academic conference the day after tomorrow. If I go, it’ll just be another session of listening to a bunch of old men ramble.”

“You’re lying.”

“Really,” Yu Weiwei insisted lightly.

She turned her head away, staring straight ahead.

Not far away stood the Li Family’s villa, as brightly lit as ever, shadows of trees dancing in the moonlight with few stars to be seen.

Yu Weiwei had only been to the Li Family’s villa once, and after that single visit, she didn’t want to come again.

She thought she would never set foot there for the rest of her life.

“Weiwei, are you still unable to let go of Li Beiting?” Xu Chaomu asked directly.

“Men are like snacks; once you’re done with them, you throw them away. What’s there to hold on to?” Yu Weiwei replied with her usual insipid tone.

Xu Chaomu didn’t believe it; Yu Weiwei wasn’t that unemotional.

Yet, often the girls who seemed the most carefree and nonchalant were the ones who got hurt the most easily.

Everyone thought they didn’t care, but in fact, they were just like any average girl. It’s just that, often, they didn’t show it as clearly.

The crying child gets the candy, but they were destined to be the kind who never cried.

“Weiwei, actually…”

“Chaomu, it’s getting late. Tell the butler to come out and help you carry the things back, I need to leave,” Yu Weiwei cut her off.

She didn’t really want to linger in Jinxiu Tiandi any longer; the memories of this place were not so pleasant.

“Won’t you come in and sit?”

“Some other time,” said Yu Weiwei with a smile, “Remember to return my magazine.”

Xu Chaomu squinted her eyes playfully, “Remember to share the good stuff.”

“Actually, every time I get something nice, I think of you first. It’s just a pity that you weren’t in C City over these past five years; I didn’t even know who to share things with.” Yu Weiwei’s tone conveyed disappointment.

“I’m back now.”

“Chaomu, you mustn’t leave again. Promise me, you’ll never leave again.”

Xu Chaomu nodded her head, “I won’t.”

Yu Weiwei’s emotions fluctuated, but she quickly controlled herself.

Just then, Butler Ling saw the car parked at the gate for a while and came over.

Xu Chaomu moved all the shopping out, and Butler Ling watched dazzled.

“Young Madam, how much money did you spend on all this? What are these?” Butler Ling asked as he moved the items.

“Quite a lot of stuff here, Butler. Later on, call everyone to come and pick up a few things,” she replied.

“Young Madam, these are very valuable items; we dare not accept them,” said Butler Ling, who recognized the shopping bags as being from one of C City’s most upscale shopping malls.

Yu Weiwei was still there, and upon hearing Butler Ling call Xu Chaomu “Young Madam,” she felt something was off.

“Xu Chaomu!” Yu Weiwei demanded, “You give me a straight answer, what’s the exact nature of your relationship with Shen Chi? If you don’t come clean, I’m tossing you out to feed the sharks!”

“Weiwei, I…”

“This young lady,” Butler Ling interjected before Xu Chaomu could respond, “Chaomu is the fourth young master’s wife, the kind with a marriage certificate.”

Upon hearing Butler Ling’s words, Yu Weiwei’s facial expression changed countless times!

“Xu Chaomu, you’re dead to me, you even dared to lie to me!” Yu Weiwei huffed angrily.

What about getting married to someone else? Being almost three months pregnant? It turns out all those were lies to deceive her, weren’t they?!

“No, no, no, that’s not it. This is too complicated, my relationship with Shen Chi, it’s really nothing,” Xu Chaomu protested.

Butler Ling undercut Xu Chaomu again, “Yes, yes, yes, it’s nothing much. It’s just that they share a bedroom,” he said with a smile.

Xu Chaomu cradled her forehead as a row of crows swooshed over her head…

“Damn it, Xu Chaomu, you’re so done for. Wait till I deal with you someday.”

If they were sharing a bedroom, it was definitely the same bed. What could a man and a woman possibly do on the same bed?

Pretend, Chaomu, keep pretending.

“Weiwei, it’s not what you think, I, I…”

“What ‘I, I’… I’m angry, I’m leaving. Just wait, I’ll deal with you another day, you be careful!”

With that, Yu Weiwei snorted, glared at Xu Chaomu, stepped on the brake, and left the Shen Family’s villa.

The small BMW whooshed away, leaving Xu Chaomu standing there, her face a rainbow of expressions.

“Young Madam, there’s too much stuff. I’ll get a few people to help carry it,” said Butler Ling, also cradling his forehead. He had never seen Xu Chaomu buy this much before.

After everything was moved into the house, Xu Chaomu collapsed onto her bed in her own bedroom.

She was tired from a day of shopping, and casually pulled out a comic magazine from her bag.

Reading comics somehow dispelled all fatigue.

It was as if she were back in her school days when she used to sneak magazines home to read.

Sometimes, she would hide in her blanket with a flashlight, carefully hiding the magazine after reading it.

At first, she would always get caught by Shen Chi, but later, she learned to tear each page out, fold them into small squares, and stuff them in the pockets of her clothes.

Where one magic soars, another grows higher.

Of course, there were tragic times, like when she forgot to check her pockets while changing clothes one day.

As a result, when the little maid found the pages of demons fighting in the laundry, she blushed and yelled and screamed.

Inevitably, Xu Chaomu would then be beaten by Shen Chi.

Having lived with such a fierce and brutal man for eight years without any psychological shadows was indeed a miracle.