If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 455: 455 Can We Do It Again?

Chapter 455: Chapter 455 Can We Do It Again?
Xu Chaomu’s eyes widened in disbelief. How… how was she able to cry on cue?

Xu Chaomu was so impressed, she was figuratively floored.

Those tears were truly streaming down her cheeks, her eyes turning red, and Xu Chaomu’s heart “ached” for her.

Men are supposedly most afraid of a woman’s tears, even if the woman is of no significance to them.

Indeed, Shen Chi furrowed his brows, clearly flustered, “Stop crying…”

“Mr. Shen…”

The next second, Jian Sisi threw herself into Shen Chi’s arms, hugging his waist and burying her head in his chest.

Jian Sisi’s eyes were bright red, and tears fell like pearls off a broken string, incessantly.

Xu Chaomu watched, grinding her teeth. Jian Sisi was really a good actress.

This woman, not becoming an actress, was truly a waste.

She hugged Shen Chi tighter and tighter.

Xu Chaomu watched another woman cling to her husband, feeling a bitterness in her heart.

And it seemed that Jian Sisi had no thoughts of letting go.

Shen Chi pushed her, but having drunk too much, he felt dizzy, and as Jian Sisi was clinging tightly, his several attempts to push her away were unsuccessful.

“Mr. Shen… will you let me hug you, please… you held me… just like this last night…”

“Let go.” Shen Chi’s voice was deep and low.

“Shen…”

“Let go.”

His cold voice, filled with anger, reverberated in her ear.

Probably startled, Jian Sisi finally, shakily, let go.

She looked up at Shen Chi with misty eyes, full of grievance.

Xu Chaomu’s lips curved into a smirk. It seemed this man truly had no interest in other women.

Alright, alright, she forgave him.

In a posture of utter grievance, Jian Sisi now began to sob softly.

Her acting had Xu Chaomu in a trance.

She wept quietly to the side while Shen Chi was still leaning against the counter, eyes closed, his face a mask of exhaustion.

After a long silence, Jian Sisi finally choked out, “Mr. Shen, let me help you to your room to rest…”

This time, Shen Chi didn’t refuse; he was truly exhausted.

She raised her head, the tear-drenched lashes fixing on his eyes, and after receiving his consent, she carefully linked her arm with his and walked side by side toward the elevator.

Even with tears streaking her face, Xu Chaomu saw a sly smile slip onto Jian Sisi’s lips.

Just as they were nearing the elevator, Jian Sisi slipped and nearly fell.

Shen Chi’s reflexes were quick. He caught her, his brow furrowing, “Are you alright?”

Jian Sisi shook her head, a flush spreading over her face, “I’m fine… it’s just that my body hurts a bit… you were very intense last night…”

Damn, Xu Chaomu’s heart was practically barking mad!

This scene made her seethe with rage!

Jian Sisi, truly, was shameless beyond precedent.

Jian Sisi’s shamelessness reached an unparalleled level.

Xu Chaomu casually grabbed a cup of cool boiled water from the table and drank several gulps.

But the flames of her ire were irrepressible, flaring up uncontrollably.

She wished she could dive into the video and give Jian Sisi a good beating!

“Forget about tonight.” Shen Chi said coldly.

His words sounded reasonable, and Xu Chaomu clenched her fists, struggling to suppress the anger inside her.

The man had been out in the cold air for a while and obviously sobered up quite a bit.

“Shen…”

“Go upstairs!”

Just then, the elevator doors opened and Shen Chi stepped forward with a cold face, going in first.

As the elevator doors closed, the video fell silent once more.

Xu Chaomu quickly checked other parts of the surveillance, and after a few seconds, she saw Shen Chi and Jian Sisi exiting the elevator.

Jian Sisi was leading him to her room, and Xu Chaomu saw that it was directly one floor above her own room.

Xu Chaomu noticed Shen Chi hesitate for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the various room numbers.

A look of panic crossed Jian Sisi’s face, probably fearing Shen Chi would notice something amiss. She hurriedly dragged him into her room.

Xu Chaomu didn’t hold much hope; after all, if Shen Chi had noticed anything amiss, he wouldn’t have remained in the dark three months later.

“You can rest here, Mr. Shen, the afternoon flight is still doable,” Jian Sisi said as she opened the door.

Shen Chi stretched out his clean, slim finger, blocking her, “No need, have someone open another room for me.”

His brows were tightly knit, his face largely expressionless.

“Mr. Shen… that’s probably better… after all, the bedsheets haven’t been taken care of yet…” Jian Sisi’s face flushed with embarrassment.

Xu Chaomu watched until she became numb to it; she just wanted to see how far this woman would go without shame.

Shen Chi remained silent as he turned away to leave.

Jian Sisi then pulled out an extra room card from her purse, “Here, Mr. Shen, use this one. Fortunately, I have a spare.”

Her face showed tension, fearful that Shen Chi would discover something.

Shen Chi’s face was weary, his complexion pale and devoid of color.

He took Jian Sisi’s room card, and she helped him to the door.

Shen Chi still hesitated, and just then, Jian Sisi’s ankle twisted, and with a cry of “Ah,” she grabbed onto Shen Chi’s arm.

Shen Chi steadied her, merely saying, “Be careful.”

Her scarf fell to the floor during her stumble.

In the moment Shen Chi supported her, she threw herself into Shen Chi’s embrace.

Xu Chaomu simply grabbed a bag of sunflower seeds and began cracking them open, her demeanor as if she were curled up with her laptop under a blanket watching a Korean drama series.

Jian Sisi clung to Shen Chi, her lips biting her lower lip, her face flushed to a bright red.

“You must find me amusing, Mr. Shen…” she cooed shyly.

Shen Chi said nothing, maintaining his usual cold detachment.

Unexpectedly, Jian Sisi refused to let go. In the dim corridor light, her slender fingers caressed Shen Chi’s chest, slowly climbing up and beginning to unbutton his shirt.

“Mr. Shen… shall we go another round? This time… be gentler with me…” she whispered.

Xu Chaomu’s eyes bulged as Jian Sisi’s nimble fingers popped open two of Shen Chi’s shirt buttons.

Xu Chaomu’s pulse raced, her thoughts screaming, “Come on, give us a round, make it passionate, go for the uncensored experience, not the bland one!”

Her mood was akin to watching an erotic film, her excitement running high.

But then she remembered, hang on, this man was her husband, what was she excited for?

She cleared her throat softly, then quickly sat up straight to watch the video intently.

As Jian Sisi looked up at Shen Chi, about to undo his third button, Shen Chi coldly grabbed her wrist.

“Forget tonight!”

His deep voice echoed in the quiet, dim hallway, with an intimidating power.

After speaking, he shook off Jian Sisi’s wandering hands without any trace of tenderness.

Xu Chaomu was quite moved. This man had remained chaste.

It seemed that the drugs had worn off, and although he hadn’t fully recovered from the alcohol, his restraint was apparent.