If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 210: Falling into His Arms

Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Falling into His Arms

Translator: 549690339

“You still haven’t answered me, why are you afraid of me? Every time you see me, you can barely avoid me quick enough,” Shen Shihan chuckled awkwardly.

“I’m afraid that with just a flick of your finger, I could lose my life,” Mo Shuifu said, her voice cold and sharp.

She tried forcefully to pull her wrist free, but the harder she pulled, the tighter his grip became.

“What’s so bad about leaving Weiyang?” Shen Shihan frowned.

“How would you, a rich young master, understand our hardships? Without a job, what do I use to support my mother? Do you know my mother needs huge amounts of money for medical expenses every month, and you, ha, with just one sentence, ruined everything for me.”

Mo Shuifu’s tone was unkind, even the glance she threw him was filled with a chilling breeze.

“Your mother is sick?” Shen Shihan’s eyebrows creased even more.

As he looked up, he met Mo Shuifu’s cool gaze and saw disdain in her eyes.

Mo Shuifu didn’t want to get too involved with him and said indifferently, “It has nothing to do with you.”

“If you’re short of money, take this card and use it for now.”

Shen Shihan took out his wallet from the pocket of his trousers and slid a bank card into Mo Shuifu’s hand.

Without a second thought, Mo Shuifu threw the card on the ground, her eyes icy, “Third Young Master Shen, the best fortune for me is for you to keep your distance. We’re nothing to each other, I don’t need your charity!”

Shen Shihan’s hand paused, and a self-mocking smirk curled at the corners of his lips.

Ha, he was meddling again.

This woman, she never knew what’s good for her.

“Forget it if you don’t want it,” Shen Shihan bent down to pick up the bank card.

But his hand still clung to Mo Shuifu’s wrist, refusing to let go.

With no other choice, Mo Shuifu had to push him firmly, “Please let go, Third Young Master. There are many women like me in Weiyang; if you feel so overflowing with sympathy and have nothing better to do, you could support them!”

The man was clearly drunk; disdain filled Mo Shuifu’s eyes.

Shen Shihan felt he had truly failed, for it was the first time anyone had found him so annoying.

“I must have been full and bloated to come and mess with you,” Shen Shihan scoffed coldly.

He should have never saved her in the first place. This woman, she would never appreciate it.

Never seen anyone so ungrateful.

“Then let go, I need to get home,” Mo Shuifu said.

“Mo Shuifu, I advise you, don’t try to outdo me. Since your mother is sick and in need of money, just take this money, don’t delay her treatment. As for the debt, if you want to repay me, you can do it slowly.”

Mo Shuifu fell silent, her heart tumultuous like rolling waves. She had to admit, Shen Shihan’s words had struck a chord with her.

She needed money, a large sum of it.

Her mother was going to undergo major surgery soon and even if she worked day and night in Weiyang, it would be impossible to gather such an amount in a short time.

Seeing her hesitation, Shen Shihan stuffed the bank card into her hand, “Take it, the PIN is the last six digits of the card number.”

Then, for the first time, Mo Shuifu lifted her beautiful eyes and looked silently at Shen Shihan.

Her face always carried a peaceful beauty like still water, undisturbed, but the misty teardrops in her eyes betrayed her.

“Third Young Master Shen, how much money is on this card?” she asked, raising the bank card.

She was always so serene and quiet, exuding a peaceful and tranquil charm.

“Eight hundred thousand in total.”

“I will repay you.”

“Ha, as you wish. I, Shen Shihan, don’t lack this bit of money.”

Mo Shuifu bit her lip; yes, for Shen Shihan, this money was a drop in the ocean, equivalent to five or ten yuan. But for her, it was a fortune.

Exactly the fortune she needed.

Eight hundred thousand was enough.

“Thank you,” Mo Shuifu murmured, parting her crimson lips.

Shen Shihan laughed again, “You’ve finally deigned to thank me.”

“Third Young Master, it’s late. You should go back now; I won’t take up more of your time,” Mo Shuifu lowered her eyelids.

“Yes, it’s dawn already. Have you been hiding here crying all night?”

“No,” Mo Shuifu denied flatly.

Shen Shihan chuckled awkwardly again; his face was streaked with tears, yet she still denied it, this woman’s stubbornness really was something.

“If you say ‘no,’ then it’s ‘no,’” Shen Shihan didn’t force the issue, rubbing his forehead, “My head hurts a little, can you help me to the hotel?”

If it had been before, Mo Shuifu would definitely not have helped him even a little.

But now… she had taken his money.

As the saying goes, one shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds them. Suddenly, she found she could no longer stand on so-called pride.

“Mm,” Mo Shuifu responded with a single clear, cold word.

She truly didn’t want to get too entangled with this man, keeping it as minimal as possible.

Shen Shihan shook his head helplessly; although he knew she was reluctant and only did it for the money, he didn’t call her out on it.

He let go of her hand, putting her wrist down.

Mo Shuifu rubbed her wrist before she started helping him towards the hotel.

She kept a calculated distance appropriate for strangers, neither too close nor too far.

Thankfully, although Shen Shihan had had a bit too much to drink, he didn’t cause a fuss nor say anything out of line, but kept quiet, letting her lead the way.

There wasn’t any unpleasant smell on him; on the contrary, his clothes emitted a faint scent of flowers.

Being around him wasn’t exactly comfortable for Mo Shuifu, but it wasn’t distressing either.

The two walked in silence, not speaking, just walking.

The night was like water, the pre-dawn mist quietly spreading around them, bringing with it a moist chill. It was an exceptionally quiet night.

Soon, she had led him into a suite.

The room was filled with a light fragrance of lavender, calm and soothing to the mind.

“Third Young Master, I’ve brought you this far, so I’ll be going now,” Mo Shuifu withdrew her hand.

“Pour me a glass of water.”

Mo Shuifu looked up, meeting Shen Shihan’s composed gaze. Their eyes locked, and Mo Shuifu gritted her teeth in frustration while Shen Shihan seemed utterly relaxed.

Seeing a task through to the end, Mo Shuifu reluctantly bit the bullet and poured him a glass of water.

“Here’s your water, Third Young Master. Take your time drinking it.”

“I have no strength in my arm, bring it to me.”

“If you don’t have the strength, then wait until you do,” Mo Shuifu said impatiently. “I’m leaving now; you take care.”

“You’re just going to leave like this?” Shen Shihan looked tired. “I’m drunk, can’t you stay a little longer?”

“Third Young Master, whether you’re drunk seems to have nothing to do with me, right? You speak as if it’s my fault.”

“You’re not at fault, just that you threw two glasses of wine on me, that’s all.”

“You!” Mo Shuifu was so irritated she could scratch someone, “Third Young Master Shen, don’t make it seem like I’m bullying you while you’re drunk, do you believe I could splash another faceful of water on you!”

“I believe it, of course, I do. Only you would dare,” Shen Shihan laughed lightly.

“You should rest well, Third Young Master. Once you’ve rested, you’ll clear your head,” Mo Shuifu glanced at him and turned to leave.

Just as she had turned to the side, Shen Shihan, seated in the chair, reached out and with a tug, pulled her towards him.

Caught off guard, Mo Shuifu slipped, and her balance shifted backward!

Shen Shihan stretched out an arm and softly caught her, and she landed securely in his embrace!