If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 342 - 342 She Won the Bet

Chapter 342: Chapter 342 She Won the Bet

“Do you really have the heart to leave this child?” Shen Chi tentatively asked.

“As long as you, President Shen, spare his life, I can go my whole life without seeing him, really. President Shen, look at this little guy, he must resemble you a lot. He will pester you, calling you ‘Daddy’ in the future. Just treat him well. I only want him to be happy in the future.”

“President Shen, after you get married in the future, just don’t tell anyone who his mother is, that’s all. I believe you can do it, President Shen.”

Jian Sisi didn’t catch the probing tone in Shen Chi’s voice at all; she really thought Shen Chi had softened.

Shen Chi stopped speaking, his fists clenching tighter and tighter.

Jian Sisi, the fall, the child, the recorder—his mind replayed each snippet over and over.

“President Shen, people say that there is a special bond between mother and child, but isn’t the bond between father and son just as strong? He’s your child, and if you get rid of him, it would hurt you, wouldn’t it? No one’s heart is made of iron.”

Jian Sisi’s eyes were red. When she said these words, she was purely gambling on just how hard Shen Chi’s heart really was.

She didn’t dare to look up, just glimpsing Shen Chi out of the corner of her eye. She could tell that his stance wasn’t as rigid anymore.

Finally, after much contemplation, Shen Chi’s tone softened, “First take her to the hotel, and keep a good eye on her.”

Xiao Mo quickly stepped forward, persuading, “President Shen, you can’t keep this child. She has agreed now, but what about later? What if Jian Sisi threatens you with the child in the future? What would you do then?”

“Threaten me? That depends on whether she has the guts to do so,” said Shen Chi, his voice grave.

“President Shen, believe me, I won’t deceive you. I’m a mother; I just want my child to be well. Xiao Mo, how can you say such things about me? After all, we’ve been colleagues for four years!”

Xiao Mo said, “President Shen, think it through! If the child is gone, you can always conceive another, but if Jian Sisi has something over you, in the future…”

“Enough, Xiao Mo! This is also a life. You’ve never been a father; you obviously can’t understand,” Jian Sisi interrupted Xiao Mo.

“Alright, Xiao Mo, first take her to the hotel. Find an apartment for her to stay in a few days. I have my own plans,” Shen Chi said.

“Got it,” Xiao Mo replied.

He could see that Shen Chi seemed to be pondering something, yet Xiao Mo could never fully fathom Shen Chi’s thoughts.

“Hmm,” Shen Chi glanced at the crushed recorder on the floor and left the hospital.

The corners of Jian Sisi’s mouth lifted into a smile; she knew she had won the bet.

Leaving the hospital and getting into his car, Shen Chi’s heart was still unsettled.

The ultrasound image and the two-month-old little one kept appearing before his eyes.

For many years, he had wanted a child of his own, especially a daughter.

He could chat with the child, take walks, and when the child started to babble, listen to them sweetly call him “Daddy.”

He would love them so much… At the thought, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

But soon, the smile froze.

He remembered Xu Chaomu and the child in her womb.

He had been very good to her for the last few days, even telling her that he would treat her child as his own. But Xu Chaomu was ungrateful.

If only the child Xu Chaomu carried was his, how wonderful that would be…

Unfortunately, it was not.

Unfortunately, it was not.

His hands gripped the steering wheel, a troubled feeling washing over him.

The evening breeze blew in through the window, and he sat in the car, exceptionally agitated.

Because of this, he decided not to go back to the Shen Family home but drove directly to Weiyang.

The wind blew in through the open window as he loosened his shirt collar and stared down the road with his deep eyes.

C City was bustling at this hour, with glittering lights and crowded commercial streets.

He drove straight into Weiyang’s garage and went directly to his VIP suite.

He habitually ordered a few bottles of red wine and called Ji Shengxuan to join him for a drink.

“Young Master Shen, worried about something again? I haven’t seen you at Weiyang these past few days. I heard you found Xu Chaomu?”

Ji Shengxuan patted Shen Chi’s shoulder and took a seat beside him.

Shen Chi passed a cigarette to Ji Shengxuan, lighting it for him and then lighting one for himself.

“Hmm,” he hummed noncommittally.

“That girl dares to come back to C City, unaware that you, Young Master Shen, had already cast a huge net here. But now that she’s back, I’m going to earn a lot less money,” Ji Shengxuan said, squinting his eyes as he took a drag of the cigarette and leaned back on the sofa elegantly.

“Do you prefer her to come back or not?” Shen Chi asked.

“You, Young Master Shen, once said something: to earn money, be as ruthless as possible. So, of course, I hope Xu Chaomu doesn’t come back. That way, I can earn a bit more of your money, right?”

“You still remember what I said five years ago.”

“You are a business elite, Master Shen; I have to ponder over your words,” Ji Shengxuan replied.

“You’re so focused on these things; no wonder you’re still single,” Shen Chi teased him.

“What’s so bad about being single? When you’re single, a bunch of girls come flinging themselves at you.”

“Really? It sounds like you’ve completely forgotten about your ex-wife.”

At the mention of the words “ex-wife,” Ji Shengxuan’s eyes turned dark.

Annoyed, he poured Shen Chi a large cup of wine: “Drink.”

Shen Chi did not continue on the subject; after all these years, Ji Shengxuan’s ex-wife remained a taboo topic for him.

The two of them chatted and drank, as usual.

For the past five years, every time Shen Chi came to Weiyang, Ji Shengxuan would accompany him for drinks.

Every time, Shen Chi would be drunk, and Ji Shengxuan would take him home.

Today was no exception.

When they drank until midnight and it was quiet all around, Ji Shengxuan wasn’t drunk, but Shen Chi was.

“Ji Shengxuan, why didn’t you have a child when you were married?”

“I don’t like kids.”

“Kids are a nuisance, aren’t they…” Shen Chi laughed ironically.

“Why bring this up all of a sudden? What, Young Master Shen, do you want a child? That’s perfect, Xu Chaomu just came back. Let her have one for you.”

“Her? Hah,” Shen Chi scoffed.

“What’s wrong? If I’m not mistaken, she used to like you a lot, didn’t she? Doesn’t she want to?”

“With her intelligence, what kind of smart kid can she produce.”

“And you, President Shen, are not satisfied? But speaking of which, you’re twenty-eight this year; it’s time to have a child.”

“You’re in no position to advise me.”

“Fine, I’m not in a position. I won’t advise you anymore, it’s time for you to go home.”

Ji Shengxuan snatched the wine glass from his hand, helped him up, and intended to escort him out of Weiyang.

Shen Chi had a headache and felt a bit queasy in the stomach, so he just let Ji Shengxuan support him as they walked outside Weiyang.

The sky was pitch black, and the night wind was cool on the skin.

Ji Shengxuan had already called for the driver, instructing him to take Shen Chi safely home.

“Young Master Shen, take it easy. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“Ji Shengxuan, stop advising me. If you had let go, would you have stayed single for five years?”