If You Could Hear My Heart

“Shen Chi, you’re insane!”

Wen Zhiyuan stepped forward, trying to snatch the gun from Shen Chi’s hand!

The usually gentle and jade-like Wen Zhiyuan now appeared somewhat impatient. A hint of unrest shimmered on his alabaster-carved face.

But who was Shen Chi? How could he let Wen Zhiyuan take the gun from his hand?

“Shen Chi, put the gun down! Xu Chaomu is only missing, her fate unknown. Have you ever thought about this—if you die and she’s still alive, how worthless your death would be? Such a simple truth, how can you not understand it?”

Wen Zhiyuan urged, “There’s plenty of time in the future. If you stay alive, and she does too, what could you not discuss properly?”

Silence, a deathly silence.

Sunlight streamed through the mist, shining on Shen Chi and Wen Zhiyuan.

For a long, long time, Shen Chi finally lowered the gun in his hand.

Letting his hand fall, he placed the gun on the balcony.

Wen Zhiyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, patting his shoulder with a solemn look in his eyes.

Shen Chi thought, Wen Zhiyuan was right, Xu Chaomu was only missing.

Even if he had to spend a lifetime looking for her, it was better than dying such a wretched death.

Half a month later, Xu Chaomu was still nowhere to be found.

On a rainy morning, Shen Chi and Wen Zhiyuan finally boarded a ship home and left Sumatra Island.

The heavy rain easily reminded Shen Chi of the night of the gunfight.

He stood under the corridor of the ship, watching the rain merging with the sea.

The raindrops splashed onto the deck, bouncing into tiny beads.

Wen Zhiyuan had been reading a medical book for a while in the cabin. It was cold today, so he wore a thin gray sweater.

When he put down the book and stepped out of the cabin, he saw Shen Chi standing outside.

In the past half month, this man had become even more brooding and cold, hardly ever cracking a smile.

Sometimes, he barely uttered a few words in a day, and no one could fathom the depth and mystery in his gaze.

Wen Zhiyuan thought, Shen Chi must truly love Xu Chaomu to the marrow of his bones.

Another half-month passed, and the ship finally arrived in C City.

Upon reaching C City, Xiao Mo came with a resignation in hand to apologize and take the blame.

“Mr. Shen, I’m sorry, I failed to watch over Miss Xu, the main responsibility lies with me. So… I choose to leave the company.”

“Xiao Mo, you’re making it sound too easy. You lost Chaomu and you think resigning is enough?” Shen Chi said coldly.

Xiao Mo fell silent for dozens of seconds: “Mr. Shen, then I can trade my life for hers.”

“Is your life as valuable as Chaomu’s?”

“Then…” Unable to think of any other solution, Xiao Mo was at a loss.

“Take people to Sumatra Island and keep watch for me. The same rule applies: alive, I want to see her; dead, I want to see the body.”

“Yes, Mr. Shen.” Xiao Mo knew this was indeed Shen Chi’s greatest leniency.

If Shen Chi hadn’t treated him like a brother, then there would be a thousand ways for Xiao Mo to die.

Shen Chi strode off the dock where Lao Cheng was waiting to pick him up.

Inside the car was not just Lao Cheng but also Butler Ling.

Butler Ling was a woman. As soon as she saw Shen Chi, tears burst forth, streaming down relentlessly.

“Fourth Young Master… I heard that Chaomu is missing, is that true?”

“Hmm.” Shen Chi stared straight ahead, his eyes betraying no emotion.

From Butler Ling’s seat, she could see Shen Chi’s stern profile, chiseled like a sculpture, resolute and handsome, yet it bore a kind of ruthlessness different from before.

“I heard the young lady left of her own accord, is that true? How can a grown person just disappear like that? She was just fine a while ago. I even told her that if she wanted to return to the Shen Family, she could come back anytime; her fourth brother has kept her room ready for her.”

Shen Chi didn’t speak, sitting in the passenger seat, his lips pressed tightly together.

“I really liked that girl, so pure and adorable. When she made me laugh, you wouldn’t believe how fun it was. She was the Shen Family’s joy, and with her, life was so simple and happy…”

Unable to control her emotions, Butler Ling began to sob.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Shen Chi still showed little expression, prompting Lao Cheng to quickly signal Butler Ling with his eyes.

Butler Ling then stopped speaking, quietly wiping her tears with a tissue.

The Maybach quickly left the dock and headed toward the Shen Family’s villa.

Suddenly, as the car was about to reach the Shen Family’s place, a figure emerged from around the corner.

It was none other than Mo Shuifu.

In the sunlight, a gentle breeze lightly lifted Mo Shuifu’s long hair. As it was the start of summer, she wore a long-sleeved blue maxi dress, and over it, a thin white knitted cardigan.

At that moment, Mo Shuifu looked like a quiet white lotus.

Shen Chi remembered the first time he met Mo Shuifu; she had stopped his car.

Shen Chi said nothing, his face expressionless. Lao Cheng had no choice but to apply the brakes and lower the car window.

“Miss, why are you standing at the intersection? Who are you looking for?”

“I’m looking for the Fourth Young Master,” Mo Shuifu replied coolly.

Lao Cheng turned back and reported to Shen Chi, “Mr. Shen, she’s looking for you.”

“Send her to the Shen Family,” Shen Chi said.

Lao Cheng then told Mo Shuifu, “Miss, if you have something to say to the Fourth Young Master, come to the Shen Family.”

“OK,” Mo Shuifu nodded and followed the Maybach into the Shen Family villa.

Ten days ago, Zhou Peitian had released her, but she had not left.

She had heard that Xu Chaomu had disappeared, her fate unknown.

The Maybach quickly went into the garage of the Shen Family villa, and Mo Shuifu followed slowly into the Shen residence.

This was her first time at the Shen Family villa; the last time she was outside, no one had let her in.

The Shen Family villa was even more luxurious and splendid than she had imagined. What she liked most was a garden, complete with swings, the Goldfish Pond, reading desks, and pavilions…

“Miss Mo, this way, please.” A servant quickly led her into the living room.

Mo Shuifu lifted her skirt and followed the servant across the garden, up the steps, and into the living room.

Shen Chi was already sitting on the sofa, lazily leaning on a cushion, holding a financial magazine.

“Fourth Young Master,” Mo Shuifu called out softly.

“I know what you want to ask,” Shen Chi flipped a page, “Chaomu is indeed missing.”

“How did she go missing? I’ve heard people say she jumped into the sea, and others say she was taken away.”

In fact, the more unpleasant rumor was that Xu Chaomu had run off with another man.

“Do you think I know?”

Mo Shuifu was at a loss for words, and after a while, she said, “Fourth Young Master, I know it was Zhou Peitian and Shen Shihan who conspired to kidnap Chaomu. If you need a witness, then I can testify.”

Only then did Shen Chi look up from the magazine, “Don’t get involved in this mess.”

“I know the crimes of Zhou Peitian and Shen Shihan are unforgivable. Chaomu always regarded Shen Shihan as her third brother, and for him to do such a thing, he’s lower than a beast.”

“It’s none of your business, don’t meddle, and I don’t need your testimony.”

Just then, someone else entered the living room.

It was none other than Shen Shihan!