If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 610: Chapter 610: So It’s Mr. Wen
 

Qin Chen isn’t much of a talker—whatever Shen Chi would bring up in conversation, he would generally go along with.

Soon, they reached the parking lot, with Shen Chi and Xu Chaomu getting into one car, while Shen Di and Qin Chen got into another.

The two cars left the parking lot, one after the other.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Just as Shen Di was getting into the car, Xu Chaomu saw Qin Chen thoughtfully opening the car door for her, helping her get in.

Enviously, Xu Chaomu said to Shen Chi, “Look at Mr. Qin, he’s so good to your sister.”

“Am I not good enough for you?”

“I’d give a moderate rating,” Xu Chaomu snorted coldly.

Shen Chi smiled but did not speak, continuing to drive in the direction of the Shen Family home.

Xu Chaomu didn’t really want to go to the Shen Family home, but with Shen Di returning today, she kept her thoughts to herself.

“Shen Chi, does this mean I don’t have to go to work today?” Xu Chaomu asked, looking at him.

“That’s right, I gave the entire design department the day off.”

“Making such a fuss, won’t that make me feel very embarrassed?”

“Otherwise, shall I announce our relationship?”

“No,” Xu Chaomu shook her head repeatedly. She wasn’t ready for that yet.

“By the way, Shen Chi, your sister is really beautiful,” Xu Chaomu praised.

“We have good genes in my family.”

Xu Chaomu gave him a disdainful glance, “Then do you think our baby will be beautiful?”

“Even if not beautiful, by staying beside me for a while, they’ll become beautiful.”

“What do you mean ‘even if not beautiful’? Our baby will definitely be very beautiful when born. If it’s a girl, she’ll be pursued by a lot of boys, and if it’s a boy, a lot of girls will confess to him. Yep, it’s happily decided then.”

The most crucial point was that her baby carried Shen Chi’s genes—how could they not be beautiful?

Even if Shen Chi had nothing else going for him, at least he was good-looking.

“Hmm, you have a lot of ideas,” Shen Chi said earnestly.

Xu Chaomu’s face was full of black lines. What did he mean by her having a lot of ideas? She could very well have these thoughts…

Time quickly moved on, and it was already past seven in the morning. As the sun rose, so did the temperature of the ground.

Xu Chaomu found a hat in Shen Chi’s car. She put it on her head, covering half of her face. Only then did the sunlight not seem so blinding.

Soon, the car Shen Di was in reversed to the front of Shen Chi’s Maybach.

The cars traveled along the tree-lined avenue, surrounded by lush foliage, with the fragrance of grass and trees filling the air.

Shen Di’s car was the first to turn into the splendid residential area, with Shen Chi’s car closely following.

While Shen Chi was driving smoothly, suddenly, the Rolls-Royce in front slammed on the brakes!

Shen Chi’s reflexes were fast, and he quickly stepped on the brake too!

“Ah…” Xu Chaomu, caught off guard, was thrown forward.

“Mumu!” Shen Chi, tense with concern, shielded her with one hand.

Xu Chaomu wasn’t hurt, but her face was filled with panic.

“What happened?” She protected her belly, looking at Shen Chi in bewilderment.

“I’ll go take a look.” Shen Chi’s eyes were sharp and cold as he watched the situation unfold.

He got out of the car. As it turned out, Shen Di’s Rolls-Royce had collided with a Mercedes!

Shen Chi walked forward, his eyes growing deeper and more inscrutable.

That Mercedes looked familiar. It was no one else’s car but Wen Zhiyuan’s!

Shen Chi stood silently outside the car, arms folded, not uttering a word. What a coincidence, Shen Di and Qin Chen had just returned to the country and had already bumped into Wen Zhiyuan.

Wen Zhiyuan apparently didn’t realize it was Shen Di’s car; he got out, ready to apologize, even though it was the other car that had gone the wrong way.

But before he could open his door, he saw Shen Di step out of the car.

His eyes slightly narrowed, his hands clenched lightly on the steering wheel, his face a calm and dark pool.

Shen Di, in a blue gown, looked elegant and charming, with her tall figure, slender body, and that smile that seemed eternally on her lips.

As Shen Di got out of the car, another man stood beside her.

Wen Zhiyuan recognized him. His name was Qin Chen.

This time, Wen Zhiyuan stayed in his car.

However, when Shen Di got out and saw Wen Zhiyuan in the driver’s seat, she froze.

Their eyes met—one gentle as jade but indifferent as water, the other elegant and serene, yet cold as frost.

Neither of them averted their gaze, just staring straight into each other’s eyes.

The sunlight cast a dazzling column of light between them, which seemed to freeze time in its evanescent glow.

It was Qin Chen who spoke first, “It turns out to be Mr. Wen.”

Qin Chen also knew Wen Zhiyuan. It was he who took over the job of the Shen family doctor from Wen Zhiyuan.

Upon hearing Qin Chen’s words, Shen Di came back to her senses. She lowered her eyes and took Qin Chen’s arm with one hand.

“Since it’s him, let’s forget it,” Shen Di said indifferently, without much emotion.

It had been five years since she last saw Wen Zhiyuan, and he looked just the same.

He wore a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, his eyes gentle, but his face showed little expression.

In Shen Di’s memory, Wen Zhiyuan was always such a gentleman—pleasant-tempered, good-natured, patient with everyone, except, of course, her.

“Aren’t you going to say hello?” Qin Chen asked Shen Di.

“He probably doesn’t remember me anymore.”

Shen Di dropped the comment and turned to head back with Qin Chen.

Just as she was about to open the back door of the car, Wen Zhiyuan suddenly got out.

“Miss Shen, when driving, remember to keep to the right. It’s common knowledge,” Wen Zhiyuan’s serene voice echoed through the air. Though it was gentle, it carried an infinite coldness.

The fragmented sunlight shone on Wen Zhiyuan’s sharply defined face. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed on Shen Di.

A hint of resentment built up in Shen Di’s heart because, after all, she wasn’t the one driving the car.

She turned her head, lifting the corners of her lips as she said coolly, “Mr. Wen, you’re absolutely right, but, unfortunately, I don’t enjoy listening to it.”

This man always loved speaking to her in a lecturing tone.

Back when he was her family doctor, he loved to order her around: Don’t let me see you eating cold food like this again.

Or: Standing outside in such cold weather, watching the snow is not that romantic, get back inside.

And also: How many times have I said you can’t stay up late? Yet you still go out with friends all night?

She didn’t expect that after five years, his attitude towards her would remain as unpleasant as ever.

Everyone spoke of Wen Zhiyuan as a gentleman, but what she saw was a man of unpredictable moods.

Wen Zhiyuan also lifted the corner of his lips, his smile neither wide nor welcoming, “Miss Shen’s temper remains as bad as ever.”

“You…”

Shen Di clenched her teeth, looking at this man in front of her who remained unflustered. She really didn’t want to argue with him.

At that moment, Xu Chaomu also got out of the car. She stood next to Shen Chi, and, by fluke, overheard their entire conversation.

Xu Chaomu gave Shen Chi a puzzled look. Why was he not going up to mediate?

Would the two of them start arguing?