If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 457: 457: The Red on the Bed Sheet

Chapter 457: Chapter 457: The Red on the Bed Sheet
Nie Chenglang stood for a while, originally intending to knock on the door, but then he turned around, went downstairs, and requested a room key from the front desk.

His expression was complex, with a faint worry between his brows.

Watching the video, Xu Chaomu recalled what had happened, and although she couldn’t remember anything from that night, she still remembered waking up that morning.

She remembered waking up to find Nie Chenglang already sitting on the sofa in the room.

That day, Nie Chenglang’s face showed no emotion, and she felt sore all over when she opened her eyes.

He sat on the sofa, a face full of guilt, and said to her, “Chaomu, I drank too much last night, I’m sorry, I will take responsibility for you.”

She didn’t need to watch the video to remember the events that followed.

When she woke up, her mind was in chaos and her head throbbed with pain.

She held her head and couldn’t even hear clearly what Nie Chenglang was saying afterward.

She just remembered that Nie Chenglang’s expression was always complex; sometimes he seemed about to say something but would then move his lips and remain silent.

“Chaomu, go take a shower, I’ll go get you some clean clothes.”

Nie Chenglang stood up, drew the curtains closed for her, turned, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

She remembered her face being flush and burning hot at that time.

For a long time, she just sat stunned on the bed, her mind utterly blank.

Sitting there, she couldn’t hear any sound, and it seemed as if she couldn’t see anything before her.

She clutched the quilt, only lifting her eyelids after Nie Chenglang had left.

All her crumpled clothes were thrown under the bed, in complete disarray.

She lowered her head and glanced at the bedsheets; the red on the sheets made her cheeks flush and her heart race.

With just the slightest move, she felt a piercing pain.

That night, it had been her first time.

She was completely stunned—last night, she had been with Nie Chenglang?

She slapped her head, trying to recall something, but the more she tried, the more her head hurt, and she couldn’t remember anything.

All she remembered was that when she was drunk that night, it seemed like she kept calling someone’s name…

Alcohol can muddle the senses; indeed, alcohol is not a good thing—this time she truly overdid it.

That day, she was completely dumbfounded…

Recalling these events, Xu Chaomu’s heart still felt somewhat uneasy.

Nie Chenglang didn’t know that the person that night was Shen Chi; he simply wanted to protect her, not wanting her to be sad.

Nie Chenglang was truly very good to her.

Not long after, he proposed to her, asking her to marry him…

Remembering the past, Xu Chaomu lowered her eyelids, her eyes brimming with moisture.

How should she repay his kindness when she has never been able to persuade herself to fall in love with him…

Shen Chi appeared in her life eight years earlier than Nie Chenglang.

Eight years, neither long nor short.

A deep, unforgettable love had etched itself into her heart, one that no matter what, couldn’t be washed away.

The capacity of a heart is so small, small enough to hold only one person.

From then on, after thousands of ships have sailed, they are nothing but passing clouds.

She reached out and took the Blue Card from the table.

On the card were small English letters: ILOVEYOU.

Looking at it, Xu Chaomu couldn’t help but laugh foolishly, muttering to herself, “Can’t you write it a bit bigger?”

Also, she finally mustered the courage to send him a cheesy message, “I miss you,” and yet he still hasn’t replied until now.

Xu Chaomu touched her belly: “Baby, your father is too bad. See, your mother is bullied by him every day. When you are born, you’re only allowed to call him ‘Uncle Four.’

“Come on, let mommy teach you how to say it, ‘Uncle Four’…”

Xu Chaomu played with her baby for a while, then continued to watch the surveillance footage.

She didn’t need to look at her own room anymore. After Nie Chenglang fetched her clean clothes, she changed into them.

Thinking about it now, no wonder Nie Chenglang hid himself when she was changing clothes.

If the man from that night had really been Nie Chenglang, after such an intimate encounter, he definitely wouldn’t have hidden.

At that time, however, she was too dazed to think through these details.

She only believed that Nie Chenglang wouldn’t lie to her.

As it turned out, he had told her a kind-hearted lie.

If she hadn’t returned to C City later on, she probably never would have discovered that it was just a kind-hearted lie.

Perhaps, she would have married Nie Chenglang in Paris, given birth to this child, and never known the truth for her entire life.

Sometimes, it feels as if everything was destined.

Fate, neither too early nor too late.

She opened the video of the floor where Shen Chi stayed. It was close to ten o’clock when the door to Shen Chi’s room finally opened.

Xu Chaomu remembered that by around ten o’clock, she had already left the Paris Hotel.

Later, because the contract with the partner was signed successfully, the manager agreed to promote her with a raise.

During those two and a half months, she served as the designer for that project.

But the project wasn’t finished when Nie Chenglang asked her to resign, saying it was to return home for their engagement and marriage…

It was only three months ago, but recalling it now, Xu Chaomu felt as if it was in the distant past.

It seemed the past was indeed unbearable to look back on.

In the video, Shen Chi opened the door, and a waiter brought him clothes.

It wasn’t long before the door opened again, and Shen Chi came out.

Dressed neatly in his sharp black business suit, with a dark blue tie, black trousers, and shiny black dress shoes.

He was just buttoning up his suit jacket as he stepped out of the room.

Jian Sisi had been waiting outside not far from his door, and as soon as Shen Chi emerged, she hurriedly ran over to him.

“Mr. Shen, why not sleep a little longer? There’s plenty of time before the flight. I can wake you up,” she said with a smile brimming with eagerness.

Jian Sisi had also changed into clean clothes by now, a sharp business suit highlighting her feminine appeal.

Shen Chi glanced at his watch, then indifferently said, “It’s no longer early.”

With that, he walked out of the room.

He led the way, and Jian Sisi quickly followed in her high heels.

“Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen, have some breakfast, I’ve prepared everything, let’s go to the restaurant downstairs,” she said.

Shen Chi frowned, his expression less than pleased.

Xu Chaomu snorted coldly to herself at that “we,” questioning what “we.”

Shen Chi did not turn his head and only slightly paused his stride before continuing to walk swiftly forward.

As they nearly reached the elevator, Jian Sisi suddenly cried out, “Ouch,” and fell to the ground.

Xu Chaomu had been so focused on watching Shen Chi’s expression that she hadn’t noticed how Jian Sisi fell.

There was no denying that this man looked handsome in a suit.

She thought that if she went to work at Shen’s in the future, she might often see him in a suit at meetings.

Uh, the thought was somewhat exciting.

However, Jian Sisi’s fall startled Xu Chaomu, who quickly hit the rewind button to see how Jian Sisi had fallen.