If You Could Hear My Heart
Chapter 1053 - Chapter 1053 Chapter 1053 Is the Child Shen Chis

Chapter 1053: Chapter 1053: Is the Child Shen Chi’s? Chapter 1053: Chapter 1053: Is the Child Shen Chi’s? But Little Tuanzi really did seem to like Shen Chi a lot–he didn’t act shy when Shen Chi held him, and he kept grabbing at Shen Chi’s collar with his little hand.

Normally, Shen Chi didn’t like others touching him, but at this moment, he felt no aversion at all.

Being close to the child, Shen Chi smelled the sweet scent of milk on Little Tuanzi, a smell unique to little ones.

Today, Little Tuanzi was dressed in a sky-blue outfit, looking both clean and adorable.

Li Beiting, standing beside them, noticed a slight upward curve at the corners of Shen Chi’s lips.

In the past six months, he hadn’t had much contact with Shen Chi, but whenever he did, he never saw a smile on Shen Chi’s face.

Today was an exception.

“Little Tuanzi, give us a smile,” Li Beiting teased him.

Little Tuanzi was quite obedient and really did smile, opening his little mouth wide.

Yu Weiwei also came over, and she smiled too.

“He’s well-behaved,” Shen Chi said.

“Of course, just look whose son he is–not only well-behaved, but also smart, handsome, and…”

“Li Beiting, that’s enough!” Yu Weiwei couldn’t stand it any longer and gave Li Beiting an exasperated look.

Shen Chi noticed that Li Beiting was very happy and very fortunate;

From the moment he entered the room, he was smiling, his face alight with the joy of becoming a father for the first time.

That courage at the wedding was the best decision Li Beiting had ever made.

Holding Little Tuanzi, Shen Chi reached out and gently touched his cheek. The child’s skin was soft and smooth, like a peeled egg.

Shen Chi thought, if Chaomu’s child were still here, by this time, he would be seven months old.

Unfortunately, there are no what-ifs.

After holding him for a while, Yu Weiwei took the initiative and said, “President Shen, are you tired of holding him? Give him to me.”

Shen Chi nodded and handed Little Tuanzi over to Yu Weiwei.

It wasn’t that he was tired of holding him, but that, every extra minute the little guy stayed in his hands, he was reminded of Xu Chaomu’s child.

That child was also a boy…

There is no road to reverse, no pill for regret to swallow; what’s done is done, what’s lost is lost, never to be recovered again.

Losing the weight in his hands, in that instant, Shen Chi felt a pang of loss.

Slowly, his hands fell to his sides.

Little Tuanzi, however, remained carefree, playing and frolicking with Yu Weiwei one moment and entertaining himself the next, his little hands constantly in motion.

He still very much liked Shen Chi and kept trying to grab hold of him.

Shen Chi’s lips, usually pressed tightly shut, curled into a slight smile, his deep eyes filled with boundless tenderness.

Even Li Beiting seldom saw Shen Chi like this.

In Li Beiting’s memory, Shen Chi only showed this side of himself when in the presence of Xu Chaomu.

“A gift for Little Tuanzi,” Shen Chi said, handing a beautifully wrapped tote bag to Li Beiting.

“You’re too polite, Fourth Uncle,” Li Beiting laughed, accepting the bag. “I’m sure Little Tuanzi hopes Fourth Uncle will visit more often, right, Little Tuanzi?”

Little Tuanzi looked at Li Beiting with an innocent face, clueless about what he was saying.

“Get some rest, I won’t disturb you any longer,” Shen Chi said.

“Let me walk you out,” Li Beiting said.

It had been a long time since he’d had a good talk with Shen Chi, and today was a good opportunity.

As Shen Chi didn’t object, Li Beiting accompanied him out.

“How’s life been treating you lately?” Li Beiting asked as they walked along the corridor.

“Same as usual.”

“What about those scandals in the newspapers?” Li Beiting took the chance to inquire.

“They are what you see,” Shen Chi replied indifferently.

“Others can’t understand you, but am I not able to?” Li Beiting said. “You would rather be alone your entire life than settle for less, let alone get involved with those unclear women.”

“You don’t understand me that well.”

“No, I do understand you that well!”

Shen Chi remained silent, only looking at the road ahead, his steps deep and steady, without uttering a word.

Li Beiting continued, “No one but Chaomu can catch your eye. Bring her back, I know you can.”

Li Beiting didn’t know much, but it seemed he had heard that Xu Chaomu had left Shen Chi.

As for the reason… he and Yu Weiwei had guessed.

The loss of a child is a heavy blow to anyone; as a father, he couldn’t be clearer about that.

No matter whether that child was Shen Chi’s, Shen Chi must also be suffering inside.

The blow was twofold.

Still, Shen Chi remained silent, speechless, just walking forward.

Walking on, he arrived at the elevator entrance, Shen Chi stopped, waiting for the elevator to come down.

“You can go back now,” Shen Chi said lightly.

“I’ll see you down.”

“No need,” Shen Chi refused.

Li Beiting didn’t say anything more; the heart and thoughts of a person like Shen Chi weren’t something he could influence.

The elevator arrived, and Shen Chi stepped in.

When the elevator doors closed, only Li Beiting was left outside.

When Li Beiting returned, Yu Weiwei was lulling the little dumpling to sleep.

The little dumpling had been too rambunctious just before, and now sleepy, his little hand slowly flattened out, his eyes closed.

The little dumpling was small and plump, lying adorably in Yu Weiwei’s arms, no matter how one looked at it.

Yu Weiwei placed him in the crib and sat by the bed, watching him sleep soundly.

As Li Beiting entered, Yu Weiwei hushed with a “shush”: “He’s asleep.”

“It’s good that he’s asleep.”

Li Beiting sat beside Yu Weiwei, also watching the little dumpling in the crib.

“He left?” Yu Weiwei asked.

“Yeah. He left.”

“I didn’t expect him to come.”

“I didn’t expect it either; I thought he wouldn’t come,” Li Beiting sighed.

“Actually, he’s had it tough too. Chaomu’s child is gone, and though he’s to blame, he didn’t wish for that to happen; he must have loved that child dearly.”

“Of course, he loved that child. In this world, who could love Xu Chaomu more than he does?” Li Beiting’s tone was indifferent yet profound.

“Can the two of them still be together?” Yu Weiwei asked softly.

As a friend, she hoped Xu Chaomu could find happiness, no matter with whom, as long as she was happy.

If that happiness could be provided by Shen Chi, then they should be together; if Shen Chi couldn’t give it, she still hoped that Xu Chaomu wouldn’t come back.

“Shen Chi can’t live without Chaomu,” said Li Beiting.

This, Li Beiting believed without a doubt.

If he could live without her, Shen Chi wouldn’t need Xu Chaomu anymore, not just five years ago but even earlier.

Clearly, their fate had already taken root and sprouted quietly one winter thirteen years ago.

“A man’s affairs are unpredictable,” Yu Weiwei said indifferently.

“Don’t I understand Shen Chi?” Li Beiting retorted.

“You’re both his brother and his friend; of course, you speak for him. In your eyes, he has only virtues, no flaws, everything is good about him, you might as well go live with him!” Yu Weiwei scoffed.

“Let’s not talk about him, not about him, let’s give the little dumpling a name,” Li Beiting quickly changed the subject.

Whenever Xu Chaomu and Shen Chi were mentioned, they could never agree.