If You Could Hear My Heart

What a pity, she was pregnant with someone else’s child. Could she still end up together with the young master in this lifetime?

Xu Chaomu ate half a bowl of lotus seed soup and really couldn’t eat any more, so she placed the bowl on the table.

“Butler Ling, it’s only half past seven, I can’t sleep.”

“How about watching TV for a while, or I can keep you company and have a chat.”

“Butler Ling, teach me how to knit a sweater. I’ll learn slowly, and by the time winter comes, I’ll have finished knitting one.”

“Chaomu, do you want to learn to knit a sweater?”

Butler Ling was quite surprised. In her eyes, Xu Chaomu was lively and active; how could she quiet down to knit a sweater.

“Yes, I want to knit a sweater for the baby. Ah, no matter if it looks good or not, I will make him wear it, and he’s not allowed to dislike it.”

“Alright, I’ll get the wool. I’ll teach you.”

Having said that, Butler Ling happily went to look for the yarn.

She brought over a few colors for Xu Chaomu to choose from. Xu Chaomu picked a bundle of pink, tender and delicate like peach blossoms in March.

“This color is beautiful. Let’s go with this one. A little girl will definitely look lovely in it!”

“Chaomu, what if you have a boy in your belly…” Butler Ling was full of worry; the probability was one to one.

“Boys can wear this too, let him dare to be picky.”

“He will dislike you as a mother.”

“If he dares to dislike it, I will throw him away. Just right, I’ll have another little girl.”

“Having one son and one daughter, wouldn’t that be even better?” Butler Ling laughed.

After Xu Chaomu picked the yarn, Butler Ling began to teach her how to knit a sweater.

Xu Chaomu learned very seriously, hooking yarn, picking patterns, knotting… step by step, she watched Butler Ling knit.

Time passed without notice, and suddenly it went from half past seven to half past ten.

Butler Ling quickly put down the yarn in her hands, “Chaomu, let’s continue learning tomorrow. It’s late now, you should rest quickly, poor rest affects the baby.”

“Okay, we’ll learn tomorrow.”

Xu Chaomu was very excited; she picked up the sweater that had just been started and kept looking at it, loving it.

The pink color was charming.

After placing the sweater on the bedside, Xu Chaomu pulled over the comforter, ready to sleep.

“Butler Ling, good night.” Xu Chaomu blinked and closed her eyes.

“Alright, good night.”

Butler Ling smiled, tidied up her room for her, then turned off the lights and tiptoed downstairs.

After tidying up a bit, Butler Ling hadn’t expected Shen Chi’s car to have arrived outside the villa.

Old Cheng made a meaningful glance at her, and Butler Ling hurried over to open the car door for Shen Chi.

“Young Master, you actually came back.”

“Everything was taken care of, and it was Uncle Cheng who had a hard journey,” said Shen Chi as he got out of the car, wearing a faint smile on his face.

His gentleness was as profound as water.

Butler Ling hadn’t seen Shen Chi smile in a long time.

“Master Shen, why say such a thing? I am always at your disposal,” replied Old Cheng.

“Has she slept?” Shen Chi glanced upstairs; the lights were already out.

In the night, his cold face gained a touch of tenderness, sweet as honey, which could immerse one into it.

“She just laid down not long ago.”

“Was she feeling a bit better tonight?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Chaomu was learning to knit with me tonight. She said she wants to knit a little sweater for the baby.”

“Is that so?” Shen Chi’s smile curled up.

“Yes, Chaomu was really serious about it.”

“I’m going to check on her.”

Having said so, Shen Chi walked inward from the gate of the Shen family villa.

The dim light outside the villa shone on him, casting a hazy shadow on his white shirt. His back was straight as a rod, and his clothes were impeccable.

He lightened his footsteps and slowly made his way upstairs.

As he reached Xu Chaomu’s room, he turned the doorknob.

Indeed, Xu Chaomu had already fallen asleep; the room was quiet, with only the faint sound of the air conditioner whirring.

In fact, Xu Chaomu hadn’t fallen asleep at all.

Her heart was full of thoughts, and as soon as she heard the door, she hurriedly closed her eyes.

She held her breath, listening to the footsteps growing nearer.

Perhaps because they had been together dawn to dusk for eight years, she could easily recognize the owner of the footsteps.

Who else could it be but him.

Yet, she was curious; why had he rushed back from A City so late?

Shen Chi bent down in the moonlight streaming in from the window, his gaze never leaving her face.

At this moment, Xu Chaomu, holding the comforter, lay quietly sleeping.

Long eyelashes, a prominent nose, tender lips, and hair black as a waterfall. Everything about her was mesmerizing to him.

“Mumu…” he called her name gently and felt that the moment was especially precious.

His fingertips glided through her soft hair; he watched her like this, feeling time slow significantly.

Reluctant to be apart from her for even a day, he wished he could see her at every moment. Just like today in A City, her image was constantly before his eyes.

Hearing his deep and husky voice, Xu Chaomu’s heart stirred.

Then, Shen Chi saw the partly knitted sweater by the bedside, in pink, dainty and endearing.

He took it in his hands, his lips curved in a smile.

He had never imagined that Xu Chaomu would knit a sweater.

Before his eyes, he envisioned Xu Chaomu holding their child, wearing the pink sweater she knitted, certainly very cute.

But what if it were a boy? Worrisome.

He looked at the sweater in his hands for a long time, then gently set it down. Leaning over, he gave her forehead a soft goodnight kiss.

As he bent down, Xu Chaomu caught his scent, fresh and clean like the lush greenery in summer air.

His lips were cool, and as they touched her forehead, Xu Chaomu tightened her grip on the comforter.

“Good night,” he whispered in her ear.

After speaking, he reluctantly stood up and left her room.

As he left, Xu Chaomu opened her eyes.

If not for the lingering scent of him in the air, she might have wondered if she had been dreaming.

In a drowsy haze, she suddenly remembered that night over two months ago…

The summer wind blew calmly, the insects sang softly, and the summer night was peaceful.

In the middle of the night, Xu Chaomu was awakened by cramps in her stomach.

“Baby… please stop causing trouble…” Xu Chaomu covered her stomach, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

But the child in her belly was not at all considerate, causing Xu Chaomu pain as she tossed and turned.

She wanted to call for someone, but she was completely out of strength; she wanted to get out of bed, but she couldn’t muster the energy.

Remembering that Shen Chi was sleeping in the next room, she struggled to call out, “Shen Chi…”

Her voice was very weak, and she didn’t know if Shen Chi heard her.

She struggled to turn on the light, but her hand shook, and she knocked over a glass of water on the table!

With a “clang,” the sound woke Shen Chi in the next room.