If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 1637: Phoenix Nirvana, Rebirth Through Death (6)

Chapter 1637: Chapter 1637: Phoenix Nirvana, Rebirth Through Death (6)

The wind mixed with her voice, piercing and sorrowful, making one’s heart ache.

Xiao Mo’s heart clenched, but moments later, a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

This fool, does something have to happen to him for her to face her own heart?

She had been intentionally hiding her love for him, not because she didn’t love him, but because she lacked confidence in herself.

The recording was quite messy; after listening to it, he shut down the computer.

He had figured it out, but what’s going on with Yao Hongming? The photos Shen Chi showed him didn’t look edited, and the resignation letter wasn’t fake.

As he went downstairs, Xia Chuqing was still washing dishes, her sleeves rolled halfway up, and her fair fingers rinsing under the tap water.

She was distracted while washing dishes, and didn’t notice when Xiao Mo stood behind her.

Xiao Mo reached out, hugged her waist, and rested his head on her shoulder.

"You startled me!" Xia Chuqing almost dropped the dish in her hand and glared at Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo laughed, "Should I help you wash them?"

"No need, I’m almost done. You can sit down; the newspaper’s on the coffee table."

Xiao Mo insisted, reaching from behind to place his hand over hers, helping her wash the dishes.

Xia Chuqing, helpless, could only let him do it.

Soon, the dishes were all washed. Just as Xia Chuqing wiped her hands and was about to go upstairs, Xiao Mo held her shoulder, turned his face, and kissed her lips.

This kiss was filled with his constant longing and tenderness, along with endless love.

Xia Chuqing was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, closing her eyes to accept his kiss.

This time, she neither bit him nor pushed him away, but reciprocated his kiss.

For the first time, the two cooperated so smoothly; Xiao Mo, more moved, pressed her against the wall, deepening the kiss.

The kiss came like a tidal wave, dense, entangled, with even the air filled with a sweet fragrance.

Xia Chuqing’s heart thumped wildly; though this wasn’t their first kiss, it was unlike any other they had shared.

Willingly, with mutual love.

Who knows how long they kissed, as Xiao Mo was reluctant to let her go.

But Xia Chuqing was running out of breath, so she pushed his shoulder with her hand, her face flushed crimson.

Xiao Mo finally released her, lightly brushing her cheek and chin with his fingers.

The shy Xia Chuqing looked even more enchanting, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if still lost in the previous kiss.

She bowed her head slightly, not daring to meet his gaze.

Xiao Mo looked at her; he hadn’t seen her for several days, and she indeed seemed to have lost weight. Probably the news of "his death" had been a heavy blow to her.

"Would you like to be my girlfriend now?" Xiao Mo asked, looking at her.

"..." Xia Chuqing didn’t know how to respond; she still didn’t know Xiao Mo had heard the recording.

"Still haven’t figured it out?" Xiao Mo asked again.

"No... I’ve thought about it..." Xia Chuqing finally said, "Let’s give it a try, but it depends on your performance. We... aren’t that familiar yet..."

"What performance?" Xiao Mo raised his eyebrow.

"Don’t overthink!" Xia Chuqing quickly raised her head, glaring at him.

"You know everything I’m thinking?" Xiao Mo laughed even harder. "We’ve known each other for years; isn’t that familiar enough? I remember when I first met you; you were just a little college girl, really young."

"How am I considered young in college? I was over twenty." Xia Chuqing retorted.

"In my eyes, you’re just a little girl, even now."

"Do you always treat me like a child? Yet, you still dare to make a move."

"If I don’t act soon, what if someone else takes you away? I’d regret it." Xiao Mo laughed.

Listening to him, Xia Chuqing thought that this man is only occasionally subtle; his sweet talk is no weaker than twenty-something-year-olds.

Indeed, Xiao Mo didn’t want to act back then.

She was young then; when she said she liked him, he always thought it was just a young girl’s whim, not lasting. Today she likes you, tomorrow likes someone else—changing her mind daily.

So at that time, he thought when she returned from studying abroad, if she still liked him, he’d tell her he liked her too.

Now it seems he was overthinking back then; she was more mature in her thinking, truly liked him, without hesitation.

"Xiao Mo, my father was only sentenced to four years; you helped with that, right..." Xia Chuqing asked seriously.

She looked at him, staring into his eyes.

Xiao Mo was taken aback: "Who told you that?"

"Don’t worry about who told me, just tell me, is it true?" Xia Chuqing’s gaze was sincere; even though she already knew the answer, she wanted to hear his confirmation.

"It was just a small effort." Xiao Mo said lightly.

"Why didn’t you tell me..."

Xia Chuqing finally heard him admit it, but why hadn’t he told her earlier.

This wasn’t just a trivial effort; she’d heard from Song Heng that he’d gone back and forth between A City and C City, pulling countless strings and using extensive connections to secure the best outcome.

She hadn’t even thanked him yet...

Xiao Mo chuckled lightly, "What’s there to talk about?"

"It’s not just that, my college money was also from you. The school didn’t waive my living expenses; you stepped in to help. You also suppressed the news about my father just to let me study in peace, isn’t that right?"

Xiao Mo looked down into her eyes, his gaze slightly sharpening: "Who told you this? Song Heng?"

He had kept these things very secret, so anyone who could find out this much was quite capable.

Xia Chuqing pouted, pondering whether to mention Yao Hongming’s name, since it was because of the issue with Yao Hongming that he had been so angry before.

"Who said it?" Xiao Mo asked again.

"Mr. Yao." Xia Chuqing answered.

Yao Hongming? Xiao Mo narrowed his eyes...

"You still have contact with him?" Xiao Mo’s eyes emitted a dangerous signal.

Xia Chuqing unconsciously retreated, but there was nowhere to go; behind her was a wall.

She shyly bowed her head but spoke truthfully: "Mr. Yao and I are just ordinary friends, just acquaintances. I asked him to help me investigate these things. He has broad connections..."

"Why didn’t you just ask me?"

"If I asked you, how much truth would you tell me?"

Just like earlier, when she asked him, he merely brushed it aside with a "just a small effort," whereas Yao Hongming and Song Heng could tell her the whole truth.

The truth left her stunned, and in that shock, she realized everything Xiao Mo had done for her.

Xiao Mo laughed, reaching out to touch her face: "How many times have you met Yao Hongming?"

Seeing his eerie smile, Xia Chuqing didn’t dare hide from him, so she truthfully replied, "Only three times. Once when he came to the group to find Yao Jia; I met him for less than ten seconds! The second time was what you caught in the coffee shop. The third time was after your ’incident,’ when he told me the truth he found out."