If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 391: The Lost Child (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Hmm… but Xu Chaomu thought that even if he were wrapped in a pink scarf, there would still be beautiful women tumbling over each other to get to him.

Alright, she admitted it, someone had a lot of charm.

The butler personally taught her how to knit scarves and sweaters, and Xu Chaomu found it extraordinarily fun.

Before, she hated this kind of handcraft work; she couldn’t sit still, but now, she felt exceptionally happy about it.

After several hours of knitting, it was the butler who snatched the yarn from her hands, “Chaomu, you can’t tire yourself out anymore, rest for a while, stand up and walk around. We’ll continue knitting tomorrow.”

“Please, don’t mention that I’m knitting a scarf,” Xu Chaomu said with a smile.

The butler also smiled secretly, “Of course, I’ll deliver it myself once you’ve finished knitting it.”

Seeing her like this, the butler was even more certain that the scarf was intended as a personal gift for the Fourth Young Master.

At this moment, the butler was even happier than the Fourth Young Master himself. She hoped things would turn out well for both of them.

Just as Xu Chaomu stood up and began walking back and forth in the living room, the door was suddenly pushed open.

The entrance brought a wave of warmth, followed by the dazzling sunset.

It turned out to be evening, and everything was bathed in a light orange hue.

It was a very warm color that made Xu Chaomu squint her eyes.

At the doorway, Mo Shuifu held up a sun umbrella, and after pushing the door open, she smiled gently and then closed her deep blue sun umbrella.

Today, Mo Shuifu was as beautiful as ever, dressed in a carmine short-sleeved cheongsam, with her long hair done up in a bun at the back of her head. Already quite tall, she appeared even more so in a pair of white high heels.

The setting sun draped over her, accentuating her gracefulness and gentleness, like a woman stepping out of a painting.

Her hair, cheongsam, and shoes were all tinged with a layer of light orange.

“Chaomu,” she called softly, passing the umbrella to a servant standing beside her.

“Shuifu, you’re here!” Xu Chaomu was especially surprised, her eyes sparkling as she hurried over.

The butler also respectfully greeted, “Third Young Madam.”

“I had some things to take care of at the piano shop, and I was planning to visit you in a few days, but the Fourth Young Master called me this afternoon to accompany you.”

“I’m not a child,” Xu Chaomu countered with a flush on her face.

Everyone still treated her like a child, when in fact, she was about to become a mother herself.

“I missed you too, so I closed the piano shop early and came over,” said Mo Shuifu with a smile.

“Shuifu, sit here and let’s talk. Don’t leave tonight; you can sleep with me.”

“That won’t do, the Fourth Young Master would skin me alive,” Mo Shuifu laughed.

They sat side by side on the couch, and the butler, seeing that they wanted to talk in private, left the room.

In the spacious living room, only Xu Chaomu and Mo Shuifu remained.

“I think it’s not the Fourth Young Master who would skin you, but Third Brother who would come looking,” Xu Chaomu also chuckled, covering her mouth.

At this moment, she couldn’t remember the things Shen Shihan had done, not out of insensitivity, but deep down, she hoped everyone could be well.

She couldn’t bring herself to hate Shen Shihan, just as she couldn’t hate Shen Chi.

They were people she had spent eight years with day and night.

Mo Shuifu listened to Xu Chaomu’s words and lowered her eyelids without saying anything.

In fact, Shen Shihan had never allowed her to come to the Shen Family alone for over two years because… Shen Chi was there.

Her exceptional visit today was only because Xu Chaomu had returned.

And later, she had to leave early, otherwise, who knows if Shen Shihan would come looking for her personally.

“Shuifu, we only had a brief encounter in the mall last time and didn’t even get to talk properly; you must keep me company and have a good catch-up today.”

“Okay, I haven’t seen you for five years, and I have a lot to tell you, too.”

“Shuifu, how did you and Third Brother get married after just over two years?” Xu Chaomu was particularly curious about this.

Initially, it was Shen Shihan who took Mo Shuifu away, but at that time, Shuifu and Shen Shihan were almost at loggerheads.

How could they have ended up getting married?

“I met your Third Brother a long time ago; our first meeting was at Weiyang,” said Mo Shuifu.

“I know you knew each other a long time ago,” Xu Chaomu nodded.

Earlier, at Mo Shuifu’s mother’s funeral, Xu Chaomu had seen Mo Shuifu and Shen Shihan together, but at that time, she hadn’t thought much of it.

“It’s better not to talk about the details,” Mo Shuifu said, her head lowered.

Remembering the past, there was an ache in her heart.

That year, she needed money, and he became her creditor. They had no other connections, but somehow, two unrelated people got tangled up.

“Before you left, I was already with your Third Brother. It’s just that there was no such thing as willingness.”

“Did Third Brother force you?” asked Xu Chaomu, blinking.

She knew Shen Shihan’s character; although he was reticent, he was just as domineering as Shen Chi. He would have what he wanted.

“At first he didn’t force me, but later on, many of the things he did went too far,” Mo Shuifu’s voice choked up as she recalled.

Thinking back to five years earlier, the pain seemed minor compared to the loss of her child.

Also, because of that miscarriage, she hadn’t gotten pregnant again in more than two years.

“That night when Zhou Peitian kidnapped us, did Third Brother do anything to you?” Xu Chaomu asked.

“He didn’t do anything to me; he just confined me, not allowing me to leave the house.”

“And what happened afterward?”

“After you disappeared and were gone, I found out it was all orchestrated by him and Zhou Peitian. I went to the Fourth Young Master, and at that time, I truly despised Shen Shihan; how could he treat you like that.”

“I went to the Fourth Young Master to report his crimes, but before I could say much, I was taken away by him. Later, however, I managed to escape.”

“And then what?” Xu Chaomu listened anxiously; so much had happened after she left.

“I never imagined I was pregnant at the time. I ran away and… eventually had a miscarriage by accident.”

As she spoke of this, Mo Shuifu’s voice softened.

She still remembered every detail of that moment: the ground covered in bright red blood, streaming down her thigh…

“Was it Third Brother’s child?!” Xu Chaomu exclaimed, covering her mouth in shock. So, there was such a story!

“Yes,” Mo Shuifu nodded gently, looking somber, “Maybe it’s karma. Now, after being married for more than two years, I haven’t gotten pregnant again. The doctor says that because of that miscarriage, my chances of conceiving a child are very small…”

A wave of sadness surged through Xu Chaomu’s heart. Mo Shuifu was such a good person; why did fate have to be so cruel to her.

Being unable to conceive was a severe punishment for a woman.

Listening to Mo Shuifu speak, Xu Chaomu could feel her deep helplessness…