If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 375: Shui Fu, I Love You

Chapter 375: Chapter 375: Shui Fu, I Love You

Shen Shihan tugged her hand gently and whispered, “You really don’t mind letting me sleep in the study?”

Mo Shuifu’s face turned red. With over two years of marriage, he actually never spoke to her so tenderly. Especially with such flirtatious words.

She didn’t reply, just lowered her head, and Shen Shihan just smiled.

Soon, Shen Shihan was pulled away by a few brothers to drink, and Mo Shuifu was dragged into conversation by several Misses.

Ever since marrying Shen Shihan, Mo Shuifu rarely frequented such lively places. Most of the time, she just hid in her piano shop, playing the piano herself.

This time, suddenly surrounded by so many people, she felt somewhat unaccustomed.

Unexpectedly, his friends were all easy to talk to, and no one looked down on her.

Particularly an eighteen-year-old girl, who was not only cute but also very literate and sensible.

“Sister Shuifu, have you and Brother Third been married for over two years? I’ve never seen you before!” The girl, resting her cheek in her palm, sat beside Mo Shuifu.

“I don’t go out much, so you haven’t seen me.”

“So, what do you do now? Does Brother Third treat you well?”

“He’s very kind to me. I’ve opened a piano shop where lots of kids come to learn.”

“A piano shop? I can play the piano and the pipa. Are you looking for a teacher? Hire me, hire me, please.”

“You can come and play; hiring you as a teacher would bury your talent.” Mo Shuifu laughed and patted her on the head.

This girl suddenly reminded her of Xu Chaomu; the Chaomu of yesteryear was just as innocent and lovely.

But five years had passed, and from their hurried encounter in the mall that afternoon, she missed her very much.

In these five years, she didn’t know if she had fared well.

All she knew was that for five years, Shen Chi had reached twenty-eight and remained unmarried.

While seated and chatting with everyone, Mo Shuifu was occasionally encouraged to drink, but each time she barely lifted the cup, Shen Shihan would come over.

He would reach out, take the cup from her, and then say with a smile to everyone, “Shuifu is allergic to alcohol. I’ll drink for her.”

Everyone had a good impression of Mo Shuifu and were friendly, so they all believed Shen Shihan’s white lie.

After drinking, Shen Shihan would go to the front desk to get a bottle of juice or water for Mo Shuifu and place it in front of her.

Mo Shuifu felt that this man must have an extra pair of eyes, otherwise, how could he always notice whenever someone was about to offer her a drink?

After some drinks, people started dancing again.

So, someone came to invite Mo Shuifu to dance, but just as the hand reached out, before the words could be spoken, Shen Shihan intercepted.

He would smile at the man, “Mr. Qian, why don’t you ask me to dance instead?”

The man, exasperated, said, “Third Young Master, you have peculiar tastes.”

The man beat a hasty retreat, and Shen Shihan turned back to Mo Shuifu with a slight smile.

“You scared him away,” Mo Shuifu said softly.

Her eyes shone like the bright stars in the sky, dazzling. When her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, it was as if her eyes could speak.

Shen Shihan, a bit tipsy, looked at her, and suddenly had an urge to kiss her.

Slowly, he lowered his head, intending to press a kiss to her forehead.

Mo Shuifu probably knew what he was about to do and slightly dodged, “Miss Sang is waving at you, go dance.”

“Who pushes their own husband towards another woman? Are you really that confident in me?” Shen Shihan propped his hands on either side of her, his eyes smiling and filled with tenderness as he looked at her.

“Isn’t it good for me to trust you?”

“Good, good, whatever you say is good. But Mrs. Shen, I would like to invite you to dance. May I?”

“You know very well that I’m not good at dancing.”

“No matter, I’ll teach you.”

Shen Shihan, without further ado, pulled Mo Shuifu up from her seat and led her by the hand towards the dance floor.

Soft, slow music began to play, and Shen Shihan wrapped his arm around Mo Shuifu’s waist, leading her into the dance.

Her steps weren’t graceful enough, but her dancing figure was stunningly beautiful. Slowly, under his guidance, she too began to dance better and better.

Their coordination improved, becoming silently in sync. Under the crisscrossing lights, Shen Shihan looked at her face and felt utterly fulfilled.

He lowered his head, forehead touching hers, and gently called her name, “Shuifu, Shuifu…”

The music, slow like flowing water, was comforting and stirring. When emotions ran deep, Shen Shihan couldn’t control himself anymore, and with a strong pull, he brought her into his embrace.

The next second, under the lights and amidst the music, slightly intoxicated, he kissed her lips…

Mo Shuifu instinctively tried to push him away, because there were so many people watching!

But Shen Shihan didn’t care about that at all; wanting to kiss her, he did so even more intensely.

Lights, music, the clinking of glasses, their kiss was long and rich, like fine wine, like honey.

Mo Shuifu felt dizzy from his kisses, her hands pushing on his chest, embarrassed as if wishing to bury her face in his clothes.

This was the first time she had been kissed in front of so many people.

But it was as if Shen Shihan did it on purpose; he wouldn’t let go, holding her waist and kissing deeper…

The soft sound of music still floated around gently. Some saw Shen Shihan and Mo Shuifu kissing and snickered secretly, and some even took pictures of them.

With a flash of the camera, Mo Shuifu’s face turned even redder with embarrassment. She patted Shen Shihan’s back with her hand, signaling him to let go.

Only then did Shen Shihan end this assertive and dominating kiss, and whispered lowly, “Shuifu, I love you.”

Shen Shihan’s voice, magnetic and deep, was filled with endless tenderness. Mo Shuifu pursed her lips, too moved to speak.

No sooner had he finished his confession than large rose petals began to fall from above the stage, mostly bright red, interspersed with pink, yellow, blue…

The petals piled upon each other, fluttering down like snowflakes from above the stage.

The stage, lively just moments before, now cleared, leaving only Shen Shihan and Mo Shuifu.

Petals gently drifted from the air, landing on the stage, on the crystal lights, on Shen Shihan and Mo Shuifu…

The lighting dimmed by much; at this moment, the two of them were like a prince and princess in a palace, enveloped in a dream clear as crystal.

Mo Shuifu couldn’t snap back to reality for a long time. She raised her head and saw vibrant petals falling from the sky.

So beautiful it was beyond words, like a dream.

She was stunned, looking up at the petals, then back at Shen Shihan, hardly believing her own eyes.

“Do you like it?” Shen Shihan asked softly in her ear.

“Mhm,” Mo Shuifu nodded, her large eyes still filled with astonishment.

Everything was just too beautiful. Countless petals had covered the stage. More and more petals kept falling from above, this endless shower of petals seemed unceasing.

As the petals amassed, the scent of roses permeated everywhere.