If You Could Hear My Heart

But Xu Chaomu still snatched the medicine box from him, flipped it over in her hands, and saw it was for treating headaches.

Shen Chi saw that she had already seen it and didn’t try to take it back, but his brows were still furrowed.

“Does your head hurt a lot?” Xu Chaomu raised her eyes to look at him.

He was tall, and she needed to tilt her head slightly to meet his gaze.

“It’s fine.” He took the medicine box from her hands and threw it into the drawer with a “dong,” avoiding her gaze.

She saw that his face was somewhat pale and knew that this man was too stubborn to admit it.

“I heard everything you said to Butler Ling just now,” Xu Chaomu said discontentedly, “Would it kill you to admit it? Would admitting it get you pregnant?”

She pouted, very dissatisfied. This man was just too proud!

Proud my brother-in-law, proud my grandfather!

As soon as Shen Chi saw her like this, his pain seemed to lessen. He lifted the corners of his lips, and his large hand landed on her head.

In the afternoon returning to the Shen Family home, she was still huffing with anger, slamming the door loudly, looking as if she’d never associate with him again. Yet now, she was concerned about him.

“Seeing you, the pain goes away,” he said, squinting at her.

“Can’t spit out ivory from a dog’s mouth,” Xu Chaomu shook off his hand, “Taking medicine isn’t a long-term solution, have you been to the hospital?”

“It’s nothing serious. Maybe if you help me massage it, it’ll stop hurting.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Well if you can’t, that’s it. Go to sleep, it’s already one o’clock; sleeping too late is bad for your health, and you’re pregnant.”

“I can still try even if I can’t do it,” Xu Chaomu said stubbornly, her head raised, staring into his eyes.

Shen Chi also lowered his head, this time not refusing: “Alright, you try.”

His voice was deep, and his brows were still knit, the pain really was severe at the moment.

“You sit down, I’ll massage you. Consider it a repayment for buying the peace charm for my baby,” she said.

“What repayment, do you really have to talk about this?” irritation showed on Shen Chi’s face.

Emotionally stirred, his head began to ache again.

Xu Chaomu pursed her lips: “Just sit when I tell you to, what’s with all the talk.”

Well, actually, he wasn’t at a loss. Her baby was also his baby. Buying things for his own child, how could he lose?

Xu Chaomu tugged at his wrist, pulling him over to the chair.

Having seated him, she gently massaged his head with her hands, very softly, fearing she might hurt him.

“When I was at Shen’s place before, I never saw you have a headache. You’re so young, when did you develop this problem?” Xu Chaomu stood behind him, speaking softly.

In the quiet of the night, her words sounded especially pleasant and comforting to him.

“It’s nothing.” Shen Chi, eyes closed, opened his lips slightly, then remained silent.

“Ask you this, you say ‘it’s nothing,’ ask you that, you say ‘none of your business.’ Fine, let’s leave it if you don’t want to talk. Anyway, it’s not like I’m related to you; I don’t need to care about you.”

“Angry?” He hadn’t opened his eyes but slightly curled the corners of his lips.

“Where did you see me getting angry? Why would I be angry? I’m thrilled to see you have a headache.”

“Heartless little thing.” Shen Chi stretched out his hand, touching her fluffy little head.

His face broke into a smile, a smile that came only with her presence.

“Don’t touch me, okay? If by mistake you press too hard, you’ll be the one suffering,” Xu Chaomu said.

“As long as you’re here, everything is fine,” he murmured, almost with a sigh.

During those five years, every time his headache kept him awake at night, he’d think of her, and the more he thought of her, the more his head hurt. Especially when he woke up each morning and couldn’t see her, it wasn’t just his head that hurt—his mood was incredibly irritable too.

Now that she had finally returned, he was determined never to let go again.

Xu Chaomu’s gentle hands massaged his forehead and temples; it was her first time, and she dared not apply too much pressure.

When she saw his frowning brows, her heart actually skipped a beat.

Before, Shen Chi was quite healthy, rarely sick with even a cold, let alone headaches. What had he gone through in these five years? Was it because the business was too much for him?

And, about that diamond mine contract from five years ago that he handed to Zhou Peitian, what happened to him after he returned to Shen’s company?

So many questions, and she wanted to know the answers.

But she knew if she asked him, he would definitely reply with “it’s nothing,” so she simply didn’t ask.

Shen Chi, with his eyes closed, let Xu Chaomu massage his head. Her hands were neither cold nor hot, just the right temperature, comforting on his head.

“Feeling any better?” Xu Chaomu asked.

Her voice wasn’t loud, but in the silence of the night, it seemed somewhat abrupt.

“Mhm, quite good. Have you done this for others before?”

“Yeah, I met a lot of boyfriends abroad, one, two, three, four…”

“Alright, stop the nonsense.” Shen Chi had already figured out she was blabbering.

She muttered dissatisfied: “Really, I had a lot of boyfriends abroad, just not quite satisfied with any, so we broke up later.”

“So, are you satisfied with me?” Shen Chi spoke faintly, his eyes closed, a hint of detachment in his tone.

“Not satisfied.”

“What are you not satisfied with?”

“Dark-hearted, pretending, poisonous tongue, shameless—what’s the use of having such a man come back?”

“Your husband has one very obvious advantage.”

“Oh?” Xu Chaomu was curious.

“Wealthy and bold.”

“Get lost.” Xu Chaomu snapped back.

Shen Chi couldn’t help laughing, opened his eyes, and caught her arm, “Sitting on the chair is uncomfortable, I’ll go lie on the bed, and you keep massaging.”

“Shen Chi, don’t push your luck.”

Xu Chaomu hadn’t forgotten, they just had a quarrel that afternoon.

“You… if you’re tired, go to sleep,” he said.

Shen Chi got up from the chair, rubbing his temples, ready to rest on the bed.

“I… forget it, considering the things you bought for my baby. Lie down,” Xu Chaomu pouted.

Shen Chi lay down on the bed, and Xu Chaomu sat beside him, ready to continue massaging his forehead.

But Shen Chi pulled her down to lie beside him, saying indifferently, “Sitting too long is bad for your health, lie down and massage me.”

Xu Chaomu thought there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with that.

But as soon as she lay down, why did this man switch off the light? Why?!

The bedroom immediately fell into darkness, and Xu Chaomu crawled wanting to turn on the light. But Shen Chi’s bed was too large; after crawling for a while and not reaching it, she was pulled back by him.

“Don’t move around in the dark,” Shen Chi pulled at her.

His head actually still hurt, but with her by his side, it was already much more comfortable.

Xu Chaomu, feeling helpless and afraid of straining herself, just lay next to him.

“I’ll massage you for a few more minutes, and then I’m going back to sleep,” Xu Chaomu said.

“No need, let’s sleep now.”