If You Could Hear My Heart

Butler Ling watched as Xu Chaomu slowly ascended the stairs, her silhouette carrying a touch of desolation.

What had happened?

Xu Chaomu didn’t come downstairs; instead, she sat in her own bedroom knitting a sweater.

The soft pink sweater looked particularly beautiful.

She hoped that her child would be born safely, and then, she could dress him in the sweater she made by hand.

Shui Fu had also mentioned knitting a hat for her baby.

But her eyelids kept twitching, and her chest felt uneasy, unsure of what might happen.

Her phone had gone silent, yet her heart couldn’t settle down.

Her hands trembling as she knitted, eventually, they trembled so severely she simply set the yarn aside.

She waited for Shen Chi’s call, but no matter how long she waited, it never came.

She knew he was in a meeting, but she felt uneasy and dialed that unfamiliar number once more.

The response was still the mechanical voice: “I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off. Please try again later.”

Discarding her phone, her face was etched with disappointment.

By noon, Butler Ling had already prepared the meal.

“Chaomu, come down and eat,” Butler Ling personally went upstairs to knock on her room’s door.

Xu Chaomu’s eyes lacked sparkle as she responded faintly, “I’ll be right there.”

“Good.”

Butler Ling went downstairs first, serving a meal and soup for Xu Chaomu.

When the young master was home, he would do these things. The young master, that man, had only ever served food and soup to Xu Chaomu. No one else, including his parents, ever enjoyed such treatment.

Butler Ling thought, the young master truly did have a deep affection for Chaomu.

Once everything was ready, Xu Chaomu also made her way downstairs.

“Chaomu, eat slowly, I’ll go get busy.”

“Mmm,” Xu Chaomu nodded her head.

She looked at the well-served meals, not particularly hungry.

Even the dishes she normally loved didn’t spur her appetite at that moment.

She took a few bites of white rice and had a few dumplings.

Midway through the meal, her appetite vanished completely, and the thought of those videos made her heart churn with anxiety.

Her stomach was in turmoil, making her want to vomit.

Dropping her chopsticks, she ran to the bathroom.

Everything she had just eaten was now for naught as she leaned over the sink, utterly listless.

Her morning sickness had lessened recently, but unexpectedly, she vomited again today.

She leaned on the edge of the sink, turned the faucet on, and water splashed everywhere.

The rushing sound of water disturbed a young maid, who didn’t dare approach and instead went to inform Butler Ling.

Butler Ling was startled to see Xu Chaomu vomiting so violently: “Chaomu, what’s wrong, are you feeling sick again?”

“It’s nothing, butler, just a normal pregnancy reaction.”

“Let me help you to rest upstairs.”

“Mmm.”

Xu Chaomu spoke weakly, and seemed unable to muster any energy.

Butler Ling, with a look of concern, helped her upstairs.

“Chaomu, why don’t you sleep for a bit and see if you can fall asleep?”

“Mmm,” Xu Chaomu nodded once more.

She got into bed, and Butler Ling made sure she was covered up, set the air conditioning to a comfortable temperature, and felt at ease.

Carrying this child had indeed been hard on Chaomu.

Butler Ling tiptoed out of the room, closing the door gently behind her and walked downstairs alone.

Xu Chaomu lay in bed, her mind full of thoughts, her eyes closed, but sleep eluded her.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains and spilled onto the floor; she tossed and turned, unable to succumb to sleep.

After Butler Ling went downstairs, she tidied up the table.

Sighing, she could only hope that the young master would hurry back.

In the past few days, because of business engagements, the young master often came back late at night, and by that time, Xu Chaomu would already be asleep.

These last couple of days, the young master had mentioned attending a closed-door meeting at the hotel, which might prevent him from returning for a few days.

Pregnant women are prone to worry a bit more. Today Xu Chaomu asked her that question; was she worried the young master might be carousing on the outside?

Butler Ling trusted Shen Chi; if he didn’t love Xu Chaomu enough, he would have married within those five years instead of waiting for her steadfastly.

While others speculated that Xu Chaomu might no longer be alive, it was Shen Chi who kept searching determinedly.

Butler Ling believed that if Xu Chaomu hadn’t returned this year, Shen Chi would have continued to wait.

She had seen all the little things over these five years – in this world, no one loved Xu Chaomu more than Shen Chi.

This love was deep and unforgettable.

Fate is a strange thing; if Madam Zhou hadn’t brought Xu Chaomu back thirteen years ago, perhaps their paths would never have crossed in this lifetime.

One cool and detached, the other warm and passionate — they matched each other perfectly.

Only Xu Chaomu could melt the ice around Shen Chi.

In the whole five years, she had never seen Shen Chi smile. But once Xu Chaomu returned, it was as if he was a completely different person.

“Butler, someone is outside looking for someone.”

As Butler Ling was tidying up the dining room and lost in her thoughts, a young maid ran in.

Butler Ling lifted her head: “Looking for whom?”

“They said it’s for Miss Xu,” the young maid replied.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know them, he said he’s Miss Xu’s friend.”

Butler Ling wiped the water off her hands: “I’ll check it out.”

Xu Chaomu had just lied down to rest, and Butler Ling didn’t want to disturb her.

Stepping outside of the Shen Family villa, Butler Ling shielded her eyes from the glaring sun.

The weather today was exceptionally fine, the sun fiercely hot. It wasn’t weather suitable for going outside.

As she peeked over, she saw a black SUV parked not far away. She didn’t recognize the driver in the car.

The young maid pointed to that car: “Butler, it’s the person in that car who said he’s looking for Miss Xu.”

“I got it, you can go now.”

“Okay,” the young maid nodded her head.

As the young maid left, Butler Ling approached the SUV.

The driver saw someone coming and stepped out of the car as well.

“Hello.” The man was quite polite.

“Hello,” Butler Ling also greeted, “May I know who you are?”

“I’m Chaomu’s friend, I spoke with her this morning. There’s a class reunion and I came to take her with me.”

“Chaomu isn’t feeling well.”

“Is that so? Then I’ll give her a call,” said the man as he prepared to take out his phone.

“No need, she’s taking a nap right now. Leave your contact information, and when she wakes up, I’ll let her know.”

“No trouble at all, I will tell her myself later.”

Seeing that the man was quite polite, Butler Ling did not suspect much.

The man walked to his car and prepared to drive away.

After the car drove off, Butler Ling returned to the Shen Family villa.

Xu Chaomu hadn’t fallen asleep after all; she unexpectedly received a text message, shockingly, it was from that unfamiliar number again.