If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 901 - Shen Chi must be thinking about Xu

Chapter 901: Chapter 901: Shen Chi must be thinking about Xu Chaomu now

Chapter 901 -901: Shen Chi must be thinking about Xu Chaomu now

Yu Weiwei was indeed a good friend, staying with her all the way back to the Waterside Pavillion without any hesitation.

It was just too late, so Xu Chaomu didn’t ask her to stay, but she urged her to be careful driving and mentioned that if it really wasn’t possible, she could ask Li Beiting to pick her up.

Yu Weiwei kept waving at her, smiling and reassuring her, “Chaomu, you should head back; it’s cold outside at night, remember to go to sleep early.”

“You too, go to sleep early and let Li Beiting take good care of you,” Xu Chaomu said.

Yu Weiwei waved her hand, not saying much else, started the car, and drove away from the Waterside Pavillion.

Once Yu Weiwei had left, Xu Chaomu leaned on the hand of the young servant and went back into the living room.

The house was warm with the heating on, and as she entered, she felt it was a bit too hot.

“Fourth Young Mistress, the hot water is ready; I’ll take you upstairs to bathe,” said the young servant.

Xu Chaomu still felt a little uncomfortable; she had been living in the Shen Family’s place for some time, mostly taken care of by Butler Ling, and returning to the Waterside Pavillion felt suddenly unfamiliar.

The weather at the end of November was very cold; the wind made the window lattices rattle with a “whoosh,” and branches and leaves were scattered everywhere among the dead twigs and withered grass.

In the middle of the night, a white fog began to set in outside; at first, it was thin, dispersing with the wind. By the wee hours, the fog thickened so much that everything outside was a white expanse, nothing was visible.

Tiny, moist particles floated in the air, spreading the feeling of winter everywhere—both cold and damp.

Before lying in bed, Xu Chaomu opened a window, and by then, the fog outside had grown quite dense.

Seeing this fog, Xu Chaomu guessed that the morning flight might not be able to take off.

However, it wasn’t Shen Chi’s first time flying, so she didn’t have anything to worry about.

She closed the window, drew the curtains, climbed into bed alone, and prepared to sleep.

Before sleeping, she glanced at her phone, still there was nothing.

Neither calls nor messages.

She turned off the alarm, threw the phone beside the bed, covered herself with the blanket, and went to sleep.

…

Early in the morning, just after five, Shen Chi finished breakfast, but when he pushed open the window, he saw that today’s fog was thick.

Butler Ling seemed pleased as he suggested quietly, “Fourth Young Master, there’s fog outside; the plane might be delayed.”

“Hmm,” Shen Chi frowned.

He, of course, knew this.

The fog was indeed very thick today, with visibility not exceeding five meters and everything shrouded in white.

He stood by the window, just watching outside.

Before long, Old Cheng arrived in his car with Xiao Mo sitting in the back.

Once they reached the Shen residence, Old Cheng stopped the car, and together with Xiao Mo, got out.

Xiao Mo closed the file folder, hopping out of the car.

“Mr. Shen, the fog is too thick today; it might be worth considering rebooking,” Xiao Mo proposed.

Before Shen Chi could speak, it was Butler Ling who hurriedly said, “Is it possible not to go?”

“There’s another flight to Los Angeles in the afternoon; change it to then,” Shen Chi said indifferently.

“Okay,” Xiao Mo didn’t try to persuade further.

Butler Ling gave Old Cheng a meaningful look, and Old Cheng shrugged helplessly, apparently meaning it was not possible, absolutely not possible.

“Xiao Mo, come here. Since it’s still early, why don’t we discuss the acquisition case first?” Shen Chi walked back to the living room sofa.

“Okay.” Xiao Mo gathered all the documents.

The butler Ling dashed all hopes and had to join Old Cheng in leaving the living room.

As they stepped out, Butler Ling lowered his voice to Old Cheng, “The mist is so heavy; he could have avoided going but insisted on it. What do you make of the young master’s temperament…”

Old Cheng replied helplessly, “On our way here, Xiao Mo told me this acquisition might take a while, and President Shen doesn’t have to go; he can handle it alone.”

“That’s the thing, everyone knows he doesn’t have to go, but the young master insists. Sigh, he had quite a falling-out with the young granny.”

“What exactly happened to cause such trouble?” Old Cheng asked, concerned, “Did they argue?”

“There wasn’t an argument, as Young Master still drove the young granny to the Waterside Pavillion yesterday. No argument, but it seemed more severe than if there had been. Both Young Master and the young granny, the calmer they are, the more terrifying.” Butler Ling voiced his worries.

“We’ve said what we could. Since the young master has made his decision, he must have his reasons. It’s out of our hands now. If we meddle further, the young master will lose his temper.”

“Yes, I know.” Butler Ling sighed, “Right, Old Cheng, have you had breakfast? If not, I could prepare something for you.”

Old Cheng shook his head repeatedly, “I’ve eaten, I’ve eaten, no need.”

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“Then let’s sit in the resting room for a bit,” Butler Ling suggested.

“Ah, sure.”

Old Cheng and Butler Ling headed toward a resting room, leaving Shen Chi and Xiao Mo alone in the living room.

“Xiao Mo, we need to get in touch with the marketing department here; these figures change day by day. Adding the latest weekly data will make us seem more sincere,” Shen Chi said.

“Alright, noted.” Xiao Mo typed a line into his notebook.

The two sat facing each other. Shen Chi’s posture was rather slouched, still holding a thick stack of documents. Xiao Mo, more serious, listened to Shen Chi while analyzing and taking notes.

After nearly half an hour of discussion, Shen Chi tossed the documents onto the table.

“Let’s have some coffee, then we can discuss more afterward,” Shen Chi said.

“Okay.” Xiao Mo closed his laptop.

There were two cups of hot coffee brought by a servant on the table, still steaming.

Shen Chi casually picked up one cup, his brow furrowed as he looked out the window.

The mist outside was thick, the windows covered in a layer of condensed vapor, blurred and not quite clear.

Shen Chi remembered times past when, in such weather, a certain girl would enjoy leaning on the window sill, stretching out her little hand to stealthily write her name, and at the end, she would add his name beside hers.

Looking at this blurred window, Shen Chi seemingly saw a little girl hunched over in front of him.

The girl, barefoot and not minding the cold, lay on the thick velvet carpet, reaching out her hand to carefully write her own name.

Xiao Mo picked up his coffee and took a sip. Glancing at Shen Chi, he noticed the corner of his lips curving into a smile.

This smile, when it appeared on Shen Chi’s face, signaled to Xiao Mo that Shen Chi must be thinking of Xu Chaomu.

Shen Chi’s eyes were deep, his cool gaze fixed on the window.

Xiao Mo didn’t interrupt him, just quietly sipped his coffee.

He glanced at his wristwatch; it was already seven o’clock in the morning.

By the time Xiao Mo finished half his cup of coffee, Shen Chi had yet to take a single sip of his.

He still stared at the floor-to-ceiling window position. Outside, the thick fog was persistent, droplets of condensation formed on the window, slowly trickling down.

The fog today was heavy, and he wasn’t sure when it would clear.