If You Could Hear My Heart

After finishing speaking, Butler Ling went to pick up the soup bowl.

The soup was still hot. Butler Ling picked it up and sighed, “Chaomu put a lot of effort into it, nearly slicing her finger while cutting the tomatoes.”

“That’s because she’s clumsy.”

“Uh…” Butler Ling was at a loss for words.

She had no choice but to carry the soup bowl and prepare to leave, having said her pleasantries, but Shen Chi seemed truly unappreciative.

In fact, she wasn’t telling a lie; today, when Xu Chaomu went to make the soup in the kitchen, she was so excited that she almost cut her finger.

It pained her heart for a while, but Xu Chaomu still seriously finished making the soup.

“Wait.” Shen Chi furrowed his brows and called her back.

Butler Ling stood still with delight, turning her head back, “Young Master Shen…”

“Throwing away the soup would be such a waste, the Shen family may be rich, but we shouldn’t squander, leave it here.”

The man spoke earnestly, his expression severe.

Butler Ling quickly agreed, “You’re right, Young Master Shen, we mustn’t be wasteful. I’ll go heat up the soup and bring it over in a bit.”

“Mhm.”

Butler Ling carried the soup downstairs. What a tsundere man; he obviously wanted to drink the soup. Would admitting it kill him?

And talking about not being wasteful…

He really could say one thing and do another.

A few days ago, Xu Chaomu brought home a bunch of useless stuff, and he didn’t utter a word against it, in fact, he seemed quite happy. Now, he’s making a big deal over a bowl of soup.

He just couldn’t bear to waste it.

Young Master Shen, is it really that good to be so tsundere?

Butler Ling rolled her eyes internally, went to the kitchen to reheat the soup, and brought a few dishes back to the dining table.

Shen Chi was already sitting there, but the elegant dining table was empty except for him. Without Xu Chaomu, it was indeed bleak and lonely.

Shen Chi ate his meal without much enjoyment, which Butler Ling saw clearly.

He barely touched the other dishes, but the tomato and egg soup… Shen Chi… finished it all.

Just now, who was it that said, “All you could make is a tomato and egg soup, and you still managed to mess it up, Dabai wouldn’t even eat it”? In popular terms, this was a slap in the face.

After dinner, Shen Chi sat on the couch, absentmindedly watching television for a while.

He didn’t watch for long before he picked up his phone and made a call to Xiao Mo.

“Xiao Mo.”

“Mr. Shen, it’s quite late, is there something you need?”

“Go get an autographed photo from that movie star, and bring it over right away.”

“Uh…” Xiao Mo held his forehead, wondering what this was all about at such a late hour.

“Can’t do it?” Shen Chi asked coldly.

“Right away, right away, it can be done, it can be done. Mr. Shen, it’s for your wife, right?”

Xiao Mo could guess without a doubt; apart from Xu Chaomu’s request, Shen Chi would not be so concerned.

“No more nonsense.” Shen Chi frowned and hung up the call.

Xiao Mo wore an expression as if he had been struck by lightning; their Mr. Shen was truly the epitome of tsundere.

To please his wife, he was making him go after a movie star’s autograph so late at night?

Luckily for Xiao Mo, he was highly capable, and it didn’t take long for him to deliver the signed photo to the Shen family.

The next morning, Xu Chaomu woke up to the sound of birds chirping.

She hadn’t slept well at the beginning of last night, her heart was in turmoil and she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Eventually, probably due to exhaustion and sleepiness, she slowly drifted off.

However, she woke up hungry once or twice during the night. Patting her shriveled stomach, too lazy to get up, she simply continued to sleep.

When she awoke the next day, it was already past eight in the morning. Rubbing her eyes, she washed up and went downstairs for breakfast.

“Chaomu, good morning,” Butler Ling said with a smile.

“Good morning.”

“Breakfast is ready, Chaomu. This is cheese made by Young Master Shen himself. And this sandwich and egg tart, all made by Young Master Shen who got up early just to prepare them.”

“He made them? Then I’m not eating,” Xu Chaomu turned on her heel and ran.

“Don’t, don’t, Chaomu. Young Master Shen got up early just to make this. Show a little appreciation, otherwise, I’ll have a hard time explaining if Young Master Shen asks,” Butler Ling said.

Xu Chaomu pursed her lips and reluctantly sat down.

It looked okay, and she took a piece of the egg tart, slowly eating it.

Suddenly, she noticed a light blue card tucked under the milk bottle at the breakfast table.

Out of curiosity, she pulled it out.

The light blue card carried a hint of the ocean’s scent, fresh but not overpowering, and quite pleasant to smell.

Upon opening it, the fragrance spread.

The card was elegant, with simple flowers and plants drawn on the outside, and a tasseled Jade Ear Bookmark inside the card.

Inside the card, there wasn’t just a bookmark, but also an autographed photo of the movie star!

The movie star looked handsome in the photo, decked in a white shirt, even holding a camera in his hand.

This photo was clearly not a promotional shot but a precious candid life photo!

Xu Chaomu was no star-chaser, because, since childhood, she had treated a certain someone as her star.

No helping it, someone was better looking than a movie star, and she was just superficial.

The photo was boldly signed by the movie star, and it also had a blessing!

“Wishing all lovers in the world a happily ever after.”

Xu Chaomu’s heart was thrilled. If her star-crazed friend Fenfen saw this photo, who knows how happy she would be!

She held the photo in her hands, looking at it over and over again.

Butler Ling whispered to her, “Chaomu, this was delivered by Xiao Mo just last night.”

Xu Chaomu stifled her joy, uttering an indifferent “Oh,” feigning nonchalance.

She put down the photo and lowered her head to see a few lines written on the blue card.

The handwriting was assured and bold, showing vigor in every stroke, obviously penned by that someone.

The gist was “Mumu, I’m sorry,” and at the end, there was a line of very tiny English text: ILOVEYOU.

This English, if not examined closely, was hard to make out—seriously lacking in sincerity.

“I’ll keep the photo, but you can throw away the card,” Xu Chaomu handed the card to Butler Ling without a second thought.

Butler Ling caught it hurriedly; the card had been personally written by Young Master Shen just the night before.

To throw it away just like that?

“Chaomu, look, the card is quite nice, why not keep it?” Butler Ling suggested.

“The handwriting is too ugly; I don’t want to keep it.”

“Uh…” Butler Ling was speechless because Young Master Shen’s handwriting was generally acknowledged to be bold, steady, and powerful. Yet in Xu Chaomu’s view, it was deemed way too ugly.

Would acknowledging its beauty result in pregnancy?

These two, they truly were a match made in heaven.

So, Butler Ling used the same strategy she applied to Young Master Shen the night before on Xu Chaomu.

With an air of nonchalance, she took the card and started to walk away, “Oh, alright then, I’ll go throw it away.”

After saying this, she turned and began to walk off.

As expected, Butler Ling had only taken two steps before Xu Chaomu called out to her.

“Wait, Butler.”

“Chaomu, is there anything else?”

“Throwing away paper carelessly pollutes the environment. Leave it here; let’s contribute to environmental protection.”

Xu Chaomu’s face showed casual indifference, seemingly unconcerned.