If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 682: These Things are Explosives

Chapter 682 -682: These Things are Explosives

As the car was moving forward, Zhou Peitian’s cell phone rang.

He glanced at it, didn’t answer, not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t.

The ringtone echoed through the vast space for over ten seconds before disconnecting.

Xu Chaomu caught a glimpse of the number, all too familiar to her—it was Shen Chi. Shen Chi had found Zhou Peitian’s number so quickly…

After one missed call, Shen Chi called a second time, then a third, still no answer.

“Your husband is quite patient,” Zhou Peitian sneered at Xu Chaomu.

“Would you be calm if your wife was taken away?” Xu Chaomu countered.

“My wife left me long ago and took my son with her!” Zhou Peitian lost control of his emotions.

Memories caused the blood within him to boil uncontrollably and rage, all because of Shen Chi!

Xu Chaomu dared not provoke him further; she feared he would blame Shen Chi again in his heart. Why hadn’t he thought that if it weren’t for his own greed initially, none of this would have happened?

As the saying goes, every effect has its cause.

Yet, some people never wish to take responsibility for their actions.

While Xu Chaomu anxiously gazed out the window, Zhou Peitian suddenly turned a corner and drove onto a plateau on the mountain.

The car moved over the level ground, making Xu Chaomu feel less sick, and the speed also decreased significantly.

Xu Chaomu looked outside; although it was flat, she couldn’t see a single house, all covered in dust.

This place was indeed isolated, the further she looked in, the more desolate it seemed. All around, there was no light, very quiet, eerily so.

Zhou Peitian took a few more turns before finally stopping the car, extinguishing the engine.

Xu Chaomu couldn’t remember at all how they got here; she only knew they had taken many winding roads and that it took quite a while…

The car came to a halt, and Zhou Peitian picked up a handgun before opening the driver’s door.

“Get out,” he barked at Xu Chaomu.

Xu Chaomu opened the passenger door. In this deserted place, she had no means to escape, so she could only do as Zhou Peitian ordered.

He handed a flashlight to Xu Chaomu: “Take it!”

“Oh,” Xu Chaomu took it.

Zhou Peitian’s one weakness was that he had only one hand, so many things had to be carried by Xu Chaomu.

“Shine it ahead!” Zhou Peitian ordered coldly.

“Oh,”

Xu Chaomu obeyed, pointing the flashlight straight ahead.

The ground was all dirt, with some parts uneven. Fortunately, it hadn’t rained and the path was relatively clean.

Surrounding them, the only sounds were the distant flow of water, the chirping of insects, and of course, their footsteps.

Using her peripheral vision, Xu Chaomu eyed her surroundings, considering where she might flee if she had a chance…

She could run faster than Zhou Peitian, but not faster than his bullet!

“We’re here.”

As she was deep in thought, Zhou Peitian kicked open a door.

With the door’s opening came a shower of dust and a smell that made Xu Chaomu sneeze and wrinkle her nose.

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Zhou Peitian moved forward, completely unconcerned about Xu Chaomu, who was pregnant.

“Go in!”

Zhou Peitian kicked open another door to a small, empty room surrounded by a circle of different objects.

Xu Chaomu’s heart jerked violently—were these explosives?

Indeed, Zhou Peitian noticed the nervousness on her face and laughed out loud, “Recognize them? If not, let me tell you, they are explosives—one bag, two bags, three… Look, over a dozen bags. It took me a while to haul them up here, just in case they weren’t powerful enough.”

No, Xu Chaomu trembled as she backed away.

If Shen Chi came, this maniac might try to take them all out with him; a single spark could set off the explosives and end everything…

Her own life wasn’t worth much, but Shen Chi’s was different. How young he was, his future so much brighter than hers.

She sniffled, a bit sad.

Shen Chi must not come…

“Get in!” Zhou Peitian bellowed again.

Xu Chaomu, trembling, walked in. Yes, she shook all over in a most disgraceful way.

The small room was so tiny it felt as though it hadn’t been inhabited for centuries, dusty and filled with the scent of dust and, of course, mold.

Anxiously clutching her clothes, Xu Chaomu found a relatively clean spot, dusted it off, and sat down.

“Stay right here and behave. You saw the explosives outside; if you try anything, I’ll toss my cigarette butt over there,” Zhou Peitian’s tone was icy.

“I understand,” Xu Chaomu nodded.

“Don’t worry, I’ll treat you well until Shen Chi arrives,” Zhou Peitian sneered.

With her heart hanging by a thread, Xu Chaomu was filled with apprehension, gripping the chair as she stared wide-eyed at him.

“Scared?”

Xu Chaomu didn’t speak; she was waiting for him to leave.

Seeing she remained silent, Zhou Peitian snorted coldly, didn’t say anything else, tossed a flashlight to her, and walked out.

With a loud “bang,” he locked the room’s door behind Xu Chaomu!

Xu Chaomu pounded on the door a few times, but Zhou Peitian didn’t respond.

She wandered around with the flashlight; the room was messy and unclean. There was simple furniture—a bed, a table, and a few chairs.

Xu Chaomu shook the teapot on the table—it was empty. She opened the drawers on the table and sighed in relief to find a bottle of mineral water inside.

She hadn’t had dinner all night and was very hungry.

With no other options and nothing else available, she just drank water.

As soon as Zhou Peitian stepped outside, he returned Shen Chi’s call.

Sitting at a table outside, he drank alcohol while on the phone with Shen Chi.

“Zhou Peitian, where did you take Xu Chaomu?” Shen Chi demanded coldly.

Zhou Peitian, sipping on his drink, remained silent, squinting at the potted plant in front of him.

With no lights in the mountain, he lit a candle, cozy in his contentment, feeling agreeably smooth. Most importantly, he had gotten used to this kind of life.

For years, he lived in mountains and caves, dodging under Shen Chi’s watchful eye; he had no choice.

But the main reason for his pleasant mood now was his capture of Xu Chaomu.

Zhou Peitian didn’t respond, and Shen Chi asked again, “Zhou Peitian, where the hell did you take Xu Chaomu?”

“Shen Chi.” It was then that Zhou Peitian sipped his drink, calmly spoke, “Is that how you talk to me?”

Shen Chi suppressed the surge in his body, restraining himself. Xu Chaomu was still in Peitian’s clutches; he couldn’t afford to clash with him head-on.

Hearing no reply from Shen Chi, Zhou Peitian took another sip of alcohol and said, “Want to see her? How about you beg me for it?”

“Let her take the call,” Shen Chi commanded with a deep voice.