If You Could Hear My Heart

The room was filled with Yu Weiwei’s crisp and sweet laughter, like the tinkling of silver bells.

Latter on, it was unclear who took the initiative first, but their playfulness soon turned it into something more.

Li Beiting kissed Yu Weiwei’s cheeks and neck, fingers undoing the hair tie of her ponytail.

Her black hair spread out on the white bedsheets, and Li Beiting, not too drunk, found himself sinking deeper and deeper.

Wet, scorching kisses landed on her neck, and initially, Yu Weiwei struggled a bit, but gradually, she wrapped her arms around his waist.

Li Beiting’s fingers undid the buttons of her shirt, one by one, from top to bottom…

“Beiting, we agreed to be together forever.”

“Yeah, forever.”

Yu Weiwei was no longer a child, she knew what he was going to do next.

Since she loved him, then she was willing…

She was willing to give herself to him, for a lifetime.

Back then, love was very simple in her eyes. To love someone was to give it your all.

Love was like a moth to a flame, reckless and passionate.

He kissed her, and that kiss was like the gentle rain of spring—tender, passionate, burning, and enduring.

Their clothes entangled, he clasped her hands, kept kissing her, guiding her.

She trembled anxiously beneath him, her face still flushed red.

After a long time, when she was fully ready, he finally thrust.

“Beiting… it hurts…” When he entered her, Yu Weiwei’s brow furrowed in pain.

She clung to Li Beiting’s back, fingers almost digging into his skin.

She clenched her teeth, sweat beading on her forehead from the pain.

Li Beiting was no different, a layer of dense sweat appearing on his forehead and back as well.

“Weiwei… relax a bit, relax…” He comforted her, his face close to her ear.

“Stop, please… it’s so painful…”

She frowned, slapping his back, the pain too much for words.

“Weiwei, it’ll always hurt the first time. Just relax, I’ll be gentle…”

He kept kissing her, afraid to move and hurt her further.

It was a long time before Li Beiting, after enduring for so long, when her pain lessened and she began to writhe beneath him, started to thrust with effort…

“Beiting, be gentle…”

“Hmm… Weiwei…”

The room was filled with an enchanting atmosphere, tender and poignant, even the air was heavy with suggestive scents.

The air conditioner blew cool air, humming softly, the summer night outside the private room exceptionally long.

Cicadas chirped finely and continuously, the bright moonlight shone on the dark curtains, bathing them in brilliant moonlight.

The shadows of trees swayed, the clouds were light and ethereal. It was a summer night filled with countless joys and intoxication.

Much later, Yu Weiwei curled up in Li Beiting’s embrace, her body coiled like an insecure kitten.

Li Beiting gently patted her back, letting her rest peacefully in his arms.

Under the dim light, he saw a trace of red on the pure white bedsheets.

He held her even tighter, he had promised to treat her well for his whole life.

…

Shen Chi didn’t know when he had lit up a cigarette; white smoke curled up in the VIP room.

The smell of smoke brought Li Beiting back to reality, and he too reached for a cigarette from the table.

Li Beiting then sat on the sofa in silence, somewhat dejectedly.

“I’m asking you something, why don’t you answer?” Shen Chi curled his lips.

“Who else could it be.” Li Beiting threw four words at him blandly.

Shen Chi caught on immediately. Who else could it be indeed.

But looking at everyone, it seemed like Shen Chi was the biggest loser.

The two of them smoked in silence for a while in the room.

Just then, Shen Chi’s phone rang; it was a call from Xiao Mo.

“What’s up?” Shen Chi asked indifferently.

“Mr. Shen, where are you right now?” Xiao Mo lowered his voice.

Shen Chi’s brows furrowed: “Weiyang.”

“You asked me to check on Jian Sisi, and recently I’ve noticed she’s been in close contact with a man. I’ve checked her call records; she and this man often talk on the phone late into the night.”

“Oh?” Shen Chi fell into thought, “Who is this man?”

“A small business owner of a transport company, apparently he used to be Jian Sisi’s lover, named Zhuo Fan.”

“Is that so?” Shen Chi scoffed coldly.

“Yes. Mr. Shen, I will keep watching them.”

“Mhm, keep a close watch, and take photos.”

“I know. Also, Mr. Shen, I found that this Zhuo Fan is also closely associated with the third young master Shen.”

A transport company closely connected to Shen Shihan… Shen Chi fell deep into thought.

Could it be that the goods at the dock handled by Shen Shihan were being managed by this Zhuo Fan?

That Zhuo Fan was Jian Sisi’s lover, which meant she might also be betraying Shen Chi…

The matter of the recording device seemed to be easier to explain now.

And speaking of it, that child…

Shen Chi’s gaze sharpened; indeed, it was almost exactly as he had surmised.

All of this was a trap.

“Xiao Mo, continue to track Jian Sisi and this Zhuo Fan. Don’t let them notice anything. At the company, start to pull important work from Jian Sisi’s hands. Remember, it needs to be done with no trace.”

“Mr. Shen, I understand. These few days, I’ve already stopped letting her touch any core documents and materials. What I’ve given her are insignificant tasks and some fake information.”

“Jian Sisi, truly a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

“No kidding.” Xiao Mo sounded resigned.

Back in the day, Jian Sisi claimed her brother was seriously ill, desperate for a job, pleading for help. Shen Chi, moved by her apparent sincerity, believed she could work well and thus kept her at Shen’s.

Latter on, Jian Sisi indeed worked diligently and ambitiously.

Often, when everyone else had left, she would still be working overtime, not just for extra pay, but also for the experience.

Eventually, her abilities were acknowledged by both Xiao Mo and Shen Chi, which led to her promotion to secretary.

At that time, Xiao Mo was busy with Sumatra Island affairs, and Shen Chi decided to keep Jian Sisi close by, making her an important member of the secretarial team.

Now, she dared to do such a thing.

Quite audacious.

He had said in the hospital before; threatening Shen Chi took a certain level of audacity.

“Keep a tight watch, report to me immediately if anything happens,” Shen Chi instructed.

A bloodthirsty cold smile played at the edge of his lips; if the facts were indeed as he speculated, then they couldn’t blame Shen Chi for being ruthless towards a woman.

“Alright,” affirmed Xiao Mo.

After hanging up, Li Beiting seemed amused.

He gently swirled the wine in his glass, teasing, “Shen Chi, got into a love mess?”

“Scram.”

“I just heard you mention Jian Sisi. Isn’t she the secretary who threatened to jump off a building and demanded that you take responsibility?”

Li Beiting looked on as if watching a good joke, loving a good scandal.