If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 560: : The Fourth Young Master also likes Daughter

Chapter 560 -560: The Fourth Young Master also likes Daughter

His Maybach was parked not far away, with Xiao Mo walking up to stand by his side.

Shen Chi had one hand in his trouser pocket and with the other, he took out a lighter to light up a cigarette.

Xiao Mo found Shen Chi’s thoughts quite elusive; what was this man thinking about now?

Feeling that he had been too lenient with Jian Sisi?

Xiao Mo stayed silent, just standing there with Shen Chi. freёnovelkiss.com

Smoke curled around Shen Chi’s side; his deep gaze turned skyward, fixing on the moon hanging aloft.

“President Shen, are you still thinking about Jian Sisi’s matter?” After a long while, Xiao Mo finally spoke up.

“I’m thinking about Shen Shihan’s issue.”

“Zhuo Fan’s lead has gone cold, but I’ve also been tracking down that truck from last time.”

“Any results?”

“Vice President Shen is very shrewd. When I went to check on the truck, I found out it had already been destroyed.”

“With that batch of goods in his hands, it’s as if he has accumulated another huge sum of money.”

“It’s my mistake; I will speed up the process,” Xiao Mo apologized.

The more funds Shen Shihan gathered, the greater the threat to Shen Group and Shen Chi.

“I asked you to check on Xu Chaomu’s information; how is it coming along?” Shen Chi took a drag from his cigarette and turned to look at Xiao Mo.

“I didn’t find much, just scattered bits and pieces, only some basic stuff. I’ll sort through it and send it to you.”

“Mhm.”

The cigarette in Shen Chi’s hand was nearly reduced to ashes. He took a drag, then threw the butt to the ground.

Black leather shoes stepped on it, grinding the cigarette stub out.

He strode towards his Maybach, opened the door, and settled into the driver’s seat.

Xiao Mo followed over: “President Shen, let me drive you…”

“No need,” Shen Chi closed the car window.

“Then take care,” Xiao Mo bent over.

Shen Chi stepped on the gas and turned the steering wheel, driving the car out of this desolate area.

He glanced at his watch; it was already half-past nine in the evening.

The Maybach quickly disappeared from sight, and Xiao Mo watched until Shen Chi was gone before getting into his own car.

In the Shen Family villa, Xu Chaomu had been learning to knit a sweater with Butler Ling.

Butler Ling taught with patience, and Xu Chaomu learned with earnestness.

“No, no, this lace should be hooked like this,” Butler Ling showed Xu Chaomu how to do it by hand.

“Oh!” Xu Chaomu had an epiphany.

As Butler Ling watched on, Xu Chaomu knitted beside her, the pink sweater already a small halfway done.

“Chaomu, the lace pattern you’re knitting is suitable for a young girl,” Butler Ling said.

“I have a little girl in my belly,” Xu Chaomu laughed.

“Really? Have you checked?” Butler Ling looked at Xu Chaomu affectionately.

After returning five years later, there had been no one else in the Shen Family; she always treated Shen Chi and Xu Chaomu like her own children.

Especially Xu Chaomu, an orphan girl, she was even more willing to act as her mother, listening to her share thoughts from her heart.

So, most of the time, she was on Xu Chaomu’s side.

If Shen Chi bullied Xu Chaomu, she was more likely to side with her.

“No…” Xu Chaomu said, shaking her head with a smile.

“Then how can you be sure it’s a girl? Maybe it’s a boy, or even twins!” Butler Ling laughed.

However, the chances of twins were not very high; after all, it had been over three months, and Xu Chaomu’s belly wasn’t very big.

One could barely tell she was pregnant in summer clothes; in winter, it wouldn’t be noticeable at all.

“Butler Ling, you’re just trying to make me feel happy.”

A sweet smile appeared on Xu Chaomu’s face, wishing for twins would be nice, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

She unfolded the sweater in her hands and said with a laugh, “No matter if it’s a boy or a girl, they have to wear what their mom knits. If they dare to complain, spank them.”

Butler Ling also laughed: “If it’s a boy, he’s going to cry wearing your sweater.”

The sweater Xu Chaomu was knitting was not only pink but it also had many pretty laces, clearly meant for a girl.

“Dare to cry, I’ll spank him,” Xu Chaomu huffed.

“Chaomu, do you hope for a boy or a girl?” Butler Ling asked.

“A girl,” Xu Chaomu replied without hesitation, effortlessly.

“The Fourth Master also likes daughters.”

Butler Ling sighed internally; if the child in Xu Chaomu’s belly was Shen Chi’s, it would have been wonderful.

It’s a pity, many things are not so perfect.

The only relief was that Xu Chaomu stayed by Shen Chi’s side. Although, even she didn’t know if Xu Chaomu truly wished to stay or was forced to.

What about the future?

When the child is born, what would the biological father do? At that time, what will the Fourth Master do?

Xu Chaomu, however, was carefree, continuing to knit her sweater, oblivious to Butler Ling’s thoughts.

“Chaomu, are you hungry? Let me make you some snacks,” Butler Ling offered.

“I’m not hungry yet, I ate a lot for dinner.”

Butler Ling nodded, sitting beside Xu Chaomu, continuing to watch her knit the sweater.

“Butler Ling, what do you think Shen Chi is out doing so late?” Xu Chaomu asked casually, as if the thought just occurred to her.

“It could be a social engagement, or possibly work-related matters.”

“Before… was he always this busy at night?”

Xu Chaomu’s tone was casual again, seemingly just an offhand question.

Butler Ling knew exactly what this “before” meant—Xu Chaomu was probably referring to those five years…

“Back then, the Fourth Master would usually come back around dawn, sometimes he wouldn’t return the whole night.”

“Quite an active nightlife,” Xu Chaomu stated flatly.

Though she said so, her heart ached a bit. Who called him smart? He’s just an idiot, a complete fool!

Butler Ling had told her before that when Shen Chi didn’t come home, he was usually out socializing or drinking.

Drinking until he had a bleeding stomach, drinking until migraines set in.

During those five years without her, that’s how he tormented himself, pushing himself to the brink of death.

“Since you came back, the Fourth Master has a more regular life, which puts me at ease,” Butler Ling said.

During those five years, Butler Ling worried every day, fearing that if she wasn’t careful, Shen Chi would end up in hospital again.

She remembered the six months right after Xu Chaomu left; Shen Chi was almost in the hospital monthly.

The doctor repeatedly warned him not to drink, but it was as if he was deaf. At that time, Shen Chi was exactly someone no one dared to counsel.

Xu Chaomu and Butler Ling talked for a while longer; most of the time, Butler Ling spoke while she listened.

Around nine o’clock, Xu Chaomu put away her things: “Butler Ling, I’m going to go upstairs to sleep.”

“Alright, I’ll make you a cup of milk. Drink it before sleep; it’s good for your sleep.”

Xu Chaomu nodded, packed away the yarn, and headed upstairs.

She guessed Shen Chi wouldn’t come back tonight. These few days, they hadn’t spoken much; she didn’t know whether this man’s jealousy had subsided yet.