If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 388 - : Who Do You Want to Have a Son With?

Chapter 388: Chapter 388: Who Do You Want to Have a Son With?

Xu Chaomu was really furious, damn it! How could there be such a scoundrel as Shen Chi in the world? Doing all sorts of immoral and unethical things!

“Shen Chi, do you know, it’s better to demolish ten temples than to destroy a marriage! Do you understand?!”

“I know, but, you should be telling this to your boyfriend,” said Shen Chi indifferently.

“Fine, fine, fine, you’re handsome so you must be right.” Xu Chaomu glared angrily.

She leaned her head on her hand as she sat by the window, intently watching the view outside.

The green trees outside brushed past as the car quickly left the neighborhood and headed onto the smooth highway.

After driving on the elevated highway, one could reach the Shen family’s place.

This neighborhood was still some distance from the Shen family’s, which was just as well; otherwise, Shen Chi thought, Xu Chaomu would probably run over there every single day.

The summer sun was too glaring, so Shen Chi put on sunglasses and tossed a small hat to Xu Chaomu.

Xu Chaomu caught the hat and glanced at Shen Chi. This man was quite a sight when not speaking, with his tall nose, slightly pursed thin lips, a faint frown on his brow, and sharp, knife-cut facial lines.

Especially when he wore sunglasses, he looked even colder.

If Xu Chaomu hadn’t known him for thirteen years, she might have been fooled by his looks, but now, she knew he was nothing but a beast in human clothing.

Pulling the hat down over her face, Xu Chaomu rested her head in her hand and closed her eyes to rest.

As long as she was in C City, she couldn’t escape his grasp.

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As Shen Chi drove past a red light, he glanced at her, this little brat who acted coy in front of other men but showed her claws in front of him.

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“Xiao Mo.” He lowered his voice.

“President Shen, I’ve tracked down several sources of funding for the vice president,” Xiao Mo also spoke in a hushed tone.

“The only thing I know about is his underground bank. Anything else? Let’s hear it,” Shen Chi said.

“Vice President Shen’s ability to deceive is truly formidable. I’ve been investigating for years and only recently discovered that, in secret, he’s also involved in arms and drug trafficking.”

Shen Chi’s sharp gaze suddenly hardened, and a terrifying light shone from his black pupils.

Arms and drug trafficking… Shen Shihan, you really have some nerve.

“President Shen, with these three sources of funding, the vice president will soon have enough capital to challenge the Shen Group,” Xiao Mo noted.

“Yes,” Shen Chi replied solemnly.

Those activities are extremely profitable.

Over the years, his seat as the president was far from comfortable. First, Shen Cexian had given all his shares to Shen Shihan. He had to gather funds from all around just to secure his presidency.

But within the group, he had many supporters, and almost all of Shen Group’s veterans were on Shen Chi’s side. This was also why Shen Cexian dared not sign the authorization letter lightly.

Knowing that he had no chance of becoming the president of Shen Group, Shen Shihan thought of starting his own group.

In the market of C City, or even the entire country, challenging Shen’s was by no means an easy task.

Therefore, Shen Shihan started by tackling the financial aspect first!

“President Shen, arms and drug trafficking are illegal. We can collect evidence and seize the opportunity to destroy all his dens,” Xiao Mo suggested.

“We can’t rush this; we must plan it out carefully.”

“I know, but if the vice president acts first and we are not prepared…” Xiao Mo stopped speaking.

If they were not prepared, it would be waiting for death.

“I understand this matter. Find some people to keep watch, see exactly who he’s doing business with,” Shen Chi instructed.

“Okay, I’m keeping an eye out all the time.”

“Be careful and make sure you’re not discovered.”

“Hmm, President Shen, I understand.”

“Hmm.”

Shen Chi hung up the call, not wanting to wake Xu Chaomu.

Actually, Xu Chaomu had been awake the whole time; it’s just that she didn’t understand what he was talking about.

The air conditioning in the car was a little too cold, but the sun felt warm on her skin.

All of a sudden, Xu Chaomu’s heart was seized by a sense of panic, an inexplicable intuition akin to a sixth sense.

She removed the hat from her face and turned to look at him.

“Shen Chi, how’s Shen’s been doing lately?” she asked.

“Why ask all of a sudden?” Shen Chi glanced at her as well.

He had been stern while talking to Xiao Mo, but his lips curved into a slight smile upon seeing her.

“No reason, just asking,” said Xu Chaomu dismissively.

“It’s doing quite well. Are you looking to become a shareholder, to invest, or to apply for a job? Your husband can sell you some inside information, ensuring you only profit, never lose.”

“If you play it like that, you better be careful not to bring down the entire group.”

“No worries, I can indulge my wife a bit, what’s mine is yours.”

“Shen Chi, speaking of jobs, I want to start working,” Xu Chaomu said, propping her head up and feeling somewhat dejected.

If it weren’t for Nie Chenglang saying he was coming back to C City for his engagement, she would have already been promoted in that Paris advertising company.

“Sure, come to Shen’s. You can pick any position you want,” Shen Chi had no objection.

He remembered something Nie Chenglang had said: Chaomu has her own interests and hobbies. Plus, she really likes going to work to do design; why do you keep her cooped up at home every day without asking what she wants?

“Pick any position I want? Then I want to be the president,” Xu Chaomu said with renewed enthusiasm.

“The position of president is out of the question. You’re already the president’s wife, which is quite nice.”

“No, I want to be the president; give me your position.”

“How about this? I’ll reserve the position for our son. What do you think? By then, you’ll be the wife of the former president and the mother of the current president. Pretty impressive.”

Xu Chaomu thought that did sound quite impressive.

“Okay, it’s settled then,” Shen Chi said, reaching out to pat her head.

But something seemed off.

It took Xu Chaomu a couple of dozen seconds to realize, “Wait, why would I have a son with you?”

“Then with whom do you want to have a son?”

“A tall, rich, and handsome guy.”

“That’s still me.”

Shameless!

“Here, take this! Don’t lose it!” said Shen Chi, as if performing a magic trick, pulling out an ugly doll from beside the driver’s seat.

Xu Chaomu took a closer look and recognized it as the doll that had accompanied her for five years in Paris. She thought it was lost with her luggage, but to her surprise, Shen Chi had retrieved it for her.

She accepted it, hugging it to her chest, and sniffed its faint fragrance.

“You still kept it,” Shen Chi remarked somewhat sentimentally.

He had taken the doll to South Africa; seeing it was like seeing Xu Chaomu.

Later, amidst gunfire, Xu Chaomu clung to the doll and refused to let go. When she left, she took nothing but the doll.

Unexpectedly, after five years, she still kept it.

“My daughter, how could I just carelessly throw her away?” Xu Chaomu said disdainfully.

“Hmm, good to keep it. We can give it to our daughter to play with later. When the older one grows tired of it, give it to the younger one, and when the younger one has had enough…”