If You Could Hear My Heart
Chapter 1225: I’ve Fallen For Another Man

Chapter 1225: Chapter 1225: I’ve Fallen For Another Man

The two sat at the dining table for dinner, their first time eating a reunion meal alone together.

Xu Chaomu didn’t eat much, but she drank quite a bit of wine. Her emotions were a mixed bag, and several times her throat choked up, and her nose felt sour.

"Looking at how thin you are, those who don’t know any better would think I, Shen Chi, abuse my wife." Shen Chi served her a piece of her favorite meat.

Xu Chaomu lowered her head, a wave of familiarity suddenly washing over her.

In the past, she loved to act coquettishly while eating, often saying to Shen Chi, "Fourth brother... I want to eat that braised pork, can you serve me some, please?"

Shen Chi would invariably scold, "Can’t you serve yourself?!"

"I can’t reach it."

"If you can’t reach, then don’t eat it."

Shen Chi was just scolding her out of habit, but she, with her stubborn temper, took it seriously; if not served, then she wouldn’t eat. Thus, she wouldn’t even glance at the braised pork after a meal was done.

Eventually, Shen Chi, helplessly, would serve it to her.

But as soon as he showed a hint of compromise, she would cheer up, nuzzling up to Shen Chi and even taking the chance to flirt a little, "Fourth brother... you’re so nice, I want to declare my love for you."

Shen Chi would respond with disdain, "Get lost."

Thinking back on all this, Xu Chaomu fell silent and continued to eat.

The dining table was next to the window where they could watch the fireworks fill the sky while eating their reunion dinner, uninterrupted by anyone.

"Why aren’t you talking?" Shen Chi said.

"I don’t feel like talking."

Shen Chi scoffed with disdain, "A chatterbox claiming she doesn’t want to talk."

Xu Chaomu picked at her rice, saying nothing.

"Let’s talk about something happy, how much was your year-end bonus?" asked Shen Chi.

"A few thousand, not much."

"Would you still be willing to return to Shen’s company to work? I’ve kept your position for you, and if you’re willing, the position of design director is yours," Shen Chi said. "That position gets a few thousand a month."

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll be accused of nepotism?"

"I’ll tell them, if my wife wants the position of president, I’ll give it to her, let alone a design director."

Xu Chaomu smiled, "Then I won’t go."

"Why?"

"Capricious."

"..."

"Shen Chi..." Xu Chaomu called his name, "The paperwork you had me sign last time, Xiao Mo has explained it all to me."

"..." Shen Chi massaged his forehead, "Why does he have to tell everything."

"I asked him. Don’t transfer him to South Africa anymore," Xu Chaomu quickly said.

"..." A twitch appeared at the corner of Shen Chi’s mouth, "Am I that petty?"

"Yes, why not? You’re the pettiest man I’ve ever met. At the slightest disagreement, you exile people to South Africa. Xiao Mo has been so loyal to you, handling all sorts of big and small tasks, and this is how you repay him, if not petty then what is it?"

Xu Chaomu was very grateful to Xiao Mo, especially for Xiaobao’s matter.

"Why are you bending your elbow outwards?"

"I’m just telling the truth."

"Then do you realize how terrifying it is when a man gets jealous?" Shen Chi said with unusual calm.

"Vinegar jar."

"..."

Silence lingered for a while before Shen Chi spoke again, "So, because Xiao Mo told you all this, you’re moved, and that’s why you agreed to have this New Year’s Eve dinner with me?"

Xu Chaomu curled her lip, "No."

"Then why?"

"There isn’t always a why. If you keep asking why, I’ll stop eating. You can eat by yourself."

"I won’t ask, I won’t ask." Shen Chi gave in.

This damned temper, he had indulged it himself.

However, Shen Chi was very happy today, he had drunk quite a bit. His gaze continually lingered on Xu Chaomu’s face, watching her laugh, watching her speak, each moment was the most beautiful.

Xu Chaomu had also drunk a fair amount of alcohol, something she hadn’t done in many years.

Her emotions were complicated, but if she set aside the things that made her sad, in reality, dining with Shen Chi was the simplest thing.

When she was a bit drunk, Xu Chaomu leaned her face on the table, looking at Shen Chi.

There was a faint redness on her face, like blossoming peach flowers, and her eyes shimmered with ripples, clear and bright.

Xu Chaomu looked at him, and he turned his head towards her.

When their eyes met, he smiled with a lifted corner of his mouth.

Xu Chaomu was drunk, and she smiled too.

The fireworks outside the window continued to explode, yet in Shen Chi’s eyes, only Xu Chaomu remained.

"Shen Chi..." she called his name.

"Hmm?" he looked at her.

She didn’t speak, just called his name and then chuckled foolishly.

In the past, she loved calling his name.

Seeing her like this, Shen Chi couldn’t help but laugh and stretched out his hand to stroke her head.

Xu Chaomu lay on the table, like a well-behaved little cat.

She looked at him, her gaze never leaving his face.

Shen Chi knew she was drunk, and he couldn’t help but stroke her hair a few more times, as if he were petting a cat.

Xu Chaomu laughed, playfully batting away his hand: "That tickles."

"Come into my arms," Shen Chi said with a smile, pulling her into his embrace.

He had drunk quite a bit too, but his tolerance was better, and he wasn’t drunk; however, the mood still intoxicated him a bit.

Xu Chaomu didn’t move, quietly lying on his chest, hugging his waist.

Shen Chi let out an inexplicable sigh. Was she only this obedient when she was drunk?

All these years he had wanted to trim her sharp claws, but instead, he had been scratched by her numerous times.

"Shen Chi... do you embrace other women like this too?" Xu Chaomu giggled.

"No."

"I don’t believe you..."

"What’s there not to believe, hmm?" Shen Chi ruffled her hair.

"You’ve messed up the hair I specially styled," Xu Chaomu swatted away his hand.

"I’ll fix it for you," Shen Chi said. "Besides, you stood by the river for so long, why not say it was the wind that messed it up?"

"If I say it was you who messed it up, then it was you who messed it up."

"..."

Shen Chi wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to his chest.

Xu Chaomu also reached out, her little hand grabbing his collar, her eyes steadfastly gazing at him.

"Shen Chi, I have something to tell you," Xu Chaomu said.

"What is it?"

"I’ve fallen for another man."

"Hmm?" Shen Chi’s pupils suddenly contracted, his grip on her waist tightened, and he asked in a grave voice, "Who?"

Seeing his reaction, Xu Chaomu laughed triumphantly: "Xiaobao."

"..." Shen Chi felt quite embarrassed.

"I’m talking about something serious; I’m not joking with you," Xu Chaomu said, her gaze heavy with inebriation.

"You really drank too much," Shen Chi said disdainfully. "Go on, I’m listening."

"Well, I’m going to say it, and after I do, you can beat me or scold me however you like."

Shen Chi’s heart clenched. What was she about to say? Was it drunken nonsense, or a drunken confession?

"How could I bear to hit you or scold you," Shen Chi sighed.

Back then, when she returned carrying another man’s child, had he not restrained from uttering a single harsh word against her?