If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 773: Chapter 773: Everything Will Become Clear

Hearing Shen Chi’s questioning, indeed, a hint of hesitation and panic flashed through Shen Cexian’s eyes.

But who was Shen Cexian? He quickly suppressed that look, presenting a facade of calm.

Shen Cexian had made up his mind not to talk to Shen Chi, so no matter how Shen Chi questioned him, he remained silent.

Zhou Ran simply stopped speaking as well. She sat back down and quietly organized the items on the table.

They clearly intended to jointly give Shen Chi the cold shoulder. Shen Chi clenched his fists, a coldness flashing in his eyes.

“Nobody’s willing to speak?” Shen Chi asked again.

...

The hospital room was silent, with only the sound of Zhou Ran tidying up the table.

After a long while, with her head lowered, Zhou Ran said faintly while wiping the table, “Achi, if you still consider us family, please leave. Don’t trouble your father anymore; his health isn’t good.”

Next to her, Shen Cexian had closed his eyes, breathing heavily.

Shen Cexian was truly angered by Shen Chi’s defiance; no one dared to talk to him like that!

“Cexian, come, have some porridge. I made it myself this morning; it simmered for a long time,” Zhou Ran moved to sit by the bed.

As she opened the thermos, a faint aroma filled the room—there was the sweetness of red dates, the bitterness of lotus seeds, and the rich fragrance of silver fungus…

Zhou Ran served a small bowl, gently stirring it with a spoon.

“Today’s is made with millet. I’ll make black rice for you next time,” Zhou Ran said softly.

She sat by the bed, gently blowing on each spoonful of porridge before serving.

Shen Cexian was still quite responsive to Zhou Ran’s words. When she asked him to open his mouth, he would eat the porridge from the spoon.

Shen Chi, fists tightly clenched, turned his head and strode out of Shen Cexian’s hospital room.

As soon as the door opened, the bodyguards outside immediately became more vigilant.

However, it seemed like nothing happened.

Shen Chi walked outside; he wanted some quiet.

Reaching the lawn corner outside the hospital, he lit a cigarette.

The smoke curled slowly around his fingertips and soon enveloped him.

His father absolutely refused to say whose blood was used. This was his father’s way of getting back at him.

Shen Cexian’s reluctance to speak almost meant Shen Chi could never learn the truth.

After so many years, he didn’t know if Xu Chaomu still wanted to know who her father was…

Standing outside smoking, Shen Chi missed that little woman very much.

The sun’s scattered light fell on his sharply defined face, making it particularly captivating to behold.

“Shen Chi, why are you smoking alone at the hospital?”

At that moment, Wen Zhiyuan happened to pass by and, recognizing the familiar figure, approached—it was none other than Shen Chi.

Shen Chi raised his head, squinting at Wen Zhiyuan.

“Why haven’t you returned to Brocade Realms?”

It was likely that Wen Zhiyuan had a sleepless night.

“I had to return to my department because there’s a surgery scheduled,” Wen Zhiyuan said indifferently, “Why, are you smoking alone?”

“Are you going to join me?” Shen Chi looked at him.

Wen Zhiyuan refused, “I don’t smoke.”

“Then why ask!” Shen Chi said sternly.

His voice was becoming hoarse, his eyes bloodshot. His mood was very foul at the moment.

“If there’s something on your mind, you can talk about it,” Wen Zhiyuan said. “Smoking is bad for your health. Even if you don’t think about yourself, think about Xu Chaomu.”

“An occasional smoke won’t hurt.”

“So, what’s on your mind?” Wen Zhiyuan asked casually. “Didn’t you take Chaomu home?”

“Doctor Wen, you’re so smart, you should be able to guess why I’m here,” Shen Chi quipped.

Indeed, Wen Zhiyuan smiled, “You’re giving me too much credit.”

Wen Zhiyuan had guessed it; Shen Chi’s visit to the Luo Family was undoubtedly to confront Shen Cexian.

Probably, the result wasn’t as he had hoped.

It made sense, after all. Shen Cexian was Shen Chi’s biological father; he couldn’t really do anything to him!

Realizing this, Wen Zhiyuan patted Shen Chi on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, things will work out eventually.”

“I hope so,” Shen Chi exhaled another puff of smoke.

“By the way, Xu Chaomu must have been very happy today, right?”

“That carefree girl is naturally happy, not thinking about anything,” Shen Chi said with a resigned smile.

Every time he talked about her, it seemed to touch a soft spot in his heart.

“If you feel choked up, go talk to Chaomu. Chatting with that girl will make you feel a lot better. Of course, it should be when she’s in a good mood too.”

“Wen Zhiyuan,” Shen Chi suddenly turned his head, a dangerous coldness flashing in his eyes, “how come you know so much about my wife?”

“…” Wen Zhiyuan’s mouth twitched.

“Did you call the number I gave you?” Shen Chi asked.

“I have another surgery now and I need to be there,” Wen Zhiyuan dodged the question deliberately.

He checked his watch, ready to leave.

Shen Chi’s mouth curled into a sneer.

“Right, there’s something I’ve always been puzzled about,” Wen Zhiyuan said. “When Xu Chaomu found out she might be your sister, she wanted to abort the child in her belly, and she told me it was your child.”

“Isn’t it my child?”

“…” Wen Zhiyuan was at a loss for words. “Forget I said anything.”

After speaking, Wen Zhiyuan bid farewell to Shen Chi and walked towards the surgical building alone.

Shen Chi didn’t think about this issue. He had said it before, Xu Chaomu’s child was his child!

He stood outside and smoked a while longer, his sharp eyes as dark as obsidian. He wouldn’t let these few days pass by easily!

Moreover, he wouldn’t let his father have any means of threatening Xu Chaomu again.

Waterside Pavilion, living room.

Xu Chaomu was holding a notebook, reviewing the necklace she designed. The necklace was already perfect, at least that’s what she thought.

Where could she make any more adjustments?

Suddenly, she thought of the necklace Shen Chi had given her.

She tugged at her clothing, unfastening the necklace from her neck.

There’s no denying that the necklace Shen Chi gave her was the most beautiful she had ever seen. A diamond-shaped jade pendant, on which he had hand-carved characters.

Yes, hand-carved characters.

A flash of inspiration struck her, and she came up with a perfect name for this necklace immediately.

It would be called “Xu Nuo”…

Xu Nuo, Xu Nuo, Xu of Xu Chaomu, and Nuo of promises.

She smiled, feeling the inspiration was serendipitous, especially since the necklace wasn’t officially completed yet.

She added details to the necklace, specifically leaving space for three gold beads the size of soybeans. On the beads, one could customize any name, promise, or message they wished to convey…

Even without customization, the gold beads were a lovely touch, very beautiful.

With that thought, Xu Chaomu modified the design drawing.

She typed two characters underneath the drawing: Xu Nuo.

Xu Nuo for a lifetime, through thick and thin.

She looked at the necklace, happy in her heart, and then laughed out loud.

This time, Shen Chi would surely be satisfied, right?

First and foremost, she was very pleased with it. Of course, she would continue to revise it until it was the best and most perfect.

She had promised to make him proud.