If You Could Hear My Heart

Just let her be selfish for once, for she loved him dearly.

She picked up the blue card on the table, which was permeated with a faint scent of perfume, with an apology written on it from Shen Chi.

She didn’t care for those apologies; she loved to read the English string at the end: ILOVEYOU.

Next time, he must say it to her in person.

She took a pen and wrote four words in Chinese after that English phrase: I love you too.

The two lines, written side by side, were like the names she often loved to write on the fogged-up window: his and hers.

Shen Chi, Xu Chaomu.

She had loved him for thirteen years.

Yet, Shen Chi, that savvy businessman, had obtained a marriage certificate with her without spending a penny, and that was it.

No proposal, no engagement, and now, with her child already three months old, there was still no wedding ceremony.

She looked at her smooth fingers, not even a diamond ring.

Stingy man.

All evening, Xu Chaomu didn’t think about the divorce agreement again. Once a decision was made, of course, it wouldn’t be changed.

She had decided not to sign, and so she wouldn’t sign.

If she did, with Shen Chi’s temperament, where would she find a way out?

So she might as well be a little selfish and put him out, if the company was lost, then so be it, she would accompany him in begging…

She had said it, she loved him, simply because he was Shen Chi, with no strings attached.

What she loved was his entire being, not his family background, his money, or his status.

As long as it was him she loved, even if he had nothing, she still loved him. Truly, if they had to beg, she would willingly hold the bowl for him.

But, begging? What a beautiful scene that would be…

After setting aside the divorce agreement, her mood improved a lot, and she ate a few more bites at dinner.

Walking in the Shen family garden, she really missed Shen Chi.

She longed for the times when he held her hand, strolling through the garden together, fingers interlocked, years gentle and warm.

At such times, she couldn’t help but want to call Shen Chi.

But having nearly quarreled with him during the day, calling him directly felt a bit shameful.

And besides, Shen Chi, so clever, would surely guess something.

It wouldn’t be good to disturb his work.

So, she thought it over and came up with a good idea.

She borrowed a cell phone from a servant in the Shen household and sent Shen Chi a flirtatious text message: A lonely, bored, and cold young woman is waiting for your arrival, sir. Phone: ×××, I’m waiting for you here.

After sending it, she chuckled to herself, hehe, teasing him a bit was also good.

She thought that such a message, Shen Chi surely wouldn’t reply to.

And as for her, she just enjoyed the feeling of sending him a text message.

After sending it, she sat on the swing watching the moon.

The moonlight was hazy, the clouds thin, enveloping the Shen family’s mansion. All around, the sounds of summer insects chirped steadily, tirelessly.

On such a fine night, Xu Chaomu couldn’t help but hum a little tune.

“Dark sky hanging low, bright stars in tow, bugs fly, bugs fly, who are you longing for…”

“Bugs fly, flowers sleep, pairs together so sweet. Not afraid of the dark but of a broken heart, no matter the fatigue, nor direction apart…”

Xu Chaomu’s sweet voice resonated in the air, and she admitted she didn’t sing very well, but the gloom in her heart was gradually dispersing.

Not afraid of the dark but of a broken heart, no matter the fatigue, nor direction apart.

She loved him, a lifetime with no regrets.

When she finished singing her song, she unexpectedly discovered that Shen Chi had replied to her text message.

How could such a busy man still have time to reply to messages?

Xu Chaomu, curious, picked up the phone.

Yikes, Shen Chi, what a dirty man, actually replying with: What position are you waiting in?

Xu Chaomu was both angry and amused. Angry because he actually replied to such a message; what was he thinking? That there was really a pure young woman waiting for him?

Xu Chaomu snorted, irritated as she poked her little finger on the screen a few times, sending another text message his way.

“What position do you like, sir? I can do them all. Hubby’s not at home, oh, it’s so cold, oh, so empty, waiting for you to come and warm me up.”

After sending it, Xu Chaomu glared at the screen, daring him to actually make an appointment with a woman.

A few dozen seconds later, another text message came back: Doesn’t your husband satisfy you?

Xu Chaomu covered her face, Shen Chi was absolutely shameless, wearing a bold “DIRTY” on his face, with extremely unhealthy thoughts.

He called her a little hooligan, but he was the real big hooligan, she had been led astray by him.

She poked at the screen angrily a few more times, sending another message back: Husband’s too small. Ah, mm, ah, sir, come, come, let me feel you…

Playing dirty? She knew how. Those Not Suitable For Children magazines weren’t read in vain.

But unexpectedly, after sending that message, there was no response.

Several minutes later, the phone screen stayed dark.

Xu Chaomu chuckled to herself, but then she wondered, did he usually flirt like this with strange women?

She pouted and plucked a gardenia flower from the gardenia tree beside the swing.

She tore the petals carelessly, one by one, until the entire flower was gone, its white petals scattered all around.

No more messages came through on the phone, and Xu Chaomu started to feel bored.

She had mustered up the courage to tease him, but it led nowhere.

However, texting him was nice.

After sitting on the swing a while longer, just as she was about to hop down, her own phone suddenly rang.

Jeez, it startled Xu Chaomu greatly—it was a call from Shen Chi!

She almost tumbled off the swing in fright, why… why was he calling her?

Could it be that her little trick had been uncovered?

The screen flashed “Hubby” so brightly that it was blinding Xu Chaomu.

She cowered, not daring to answer.

Shen Chi called twice more, and she still didn’t dare to answer.

Soon after, she received a text message from Shen Chi: Try not answering the phone again!

Xu Chaomu’s legs shook with fear, as if she’d been caught cheating on an exam.

She had to bite the bullet to answer the call. Maybe it wasn’t about the flirting. He couldn’t be that smart, right…

But as soon as she answered, Shen Chi’s cold, incisive voice came through.

“Xu Chaomu, feeling empty?”

Uh… Xu Chaomu started to sweat profusely.

“Lonely?”

Uh… Xu Chaomu wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“Thinking hubby’s too small?”

Uh… Xu Chaomu’s face burned bright red.

It was indeed about that matter. She’d used a servant’s phone thinking she was undetected, but maybe, from the moment she sent the first message, he had guessed it was her.

Xu Chaomu decided to play dumb: “What… what are you saying, I don’t understand.”

“Wait till I come home to deal with you. Then, you can show me all those positions you know!”