If You Could Hear My Heart
Chapter 1054 - Chapter 1054 Chapter 1054 Get the End You Deserve

Chapter 1054: Chapter 1054: Get the End You Deserve Chapter 1054: Chapter 1054: Get the End You Deserve “Bring the dictionary!” Yu Weiwei demanded.

“Oh, but we’ve already been flipping through dictionaries for several months,” Li Beiting expressed helplessly.

“We don’t mind flipping through a few more times, do we?” Yu Weiwei gave him a glance.

“…” Li Beiting also shot her a glance, resigned, “While the little guy is asleep, let’s catch some sleep ourselves, otherwise he’ll start fussing later.”

Yu Weiwei felt that Li Beiting was right and nodded, “Okay, let’s sleep first.”

After busying themselves for a while, they unanimously decided to go to sleep first.

Before sleeping, Li Beiting sent Shen Chi a text message, “Are you home yet?”

At this time, Shen Chi had long been back at Waterside Pavillion, sitting on the carpet by the floor-to-ceiling windows, drinking a glass of red wine.

The night was like water, and all around fell into a silent stillness.

At the end of his gaze was limitless darkness and nothing but the night.

Seeing Li Beiting’s text, he simply replied with one word, “Yes.”

Li Beiting, however, felt helpless. Could Shen Chi not say one more word? He had actually planned to talk a bit more with him, but now, seeing this, he deleted the edited text messages.

Shen Chi tossed his phone aside, just staring into the infinite darkness.

The nights of summer are most serene and full of memories. When the night deepened, the scent of lush vegetation in the air easily evoked countless memories.

The summer insects hummed low, and the summer grass was silent.

…

The next day at work, Shen Chi threw the contract Bai Man had given him to Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo caught it and flipped through it casually.

The places that needed signatures already had them, and where seals were needed they were affixed; Bai Man was indeed meticulous.

“President Shen, did Bai Man say anything?” Xiao Mo asked.

“When the project launches, invite her to be the host,” Shen Chi said indifferently.

Standing by the window in Xiao Mo’s office, he looked down from above, hands in his trouser pockets, his back to Xiao Mo.

“She’s not short on demands,” Xiao Mo said with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “It’s just a pity she probably won’t be able to wait for that time. President Shen, I’ve finished cutting the recordings you provided.”

“Set up the traps one by one according to the contract. This matter, at most half a month, and I’ll have it all handled.”

“Yes, President Shen, leave it to me,” Xiao Mo said.

“Is there still no news of Xu Chaomu?”

“No, not yet.”

Shen Chi didn’t speak again, silent and staring down from the high-rise.

Day after day passed, winter was over, and as it was almost heading into high summer, she was still nowhere to be heard.

Whether he should wait for her for another five years?

Absolutely not!

“President Shen, my people have been searching every day, rest assured,” Xiao Mo added, “However, during this time, you should focus on Bai Man first. I’ll collect all the evidence and make sure Bai Man has nowhere to run.”

“This woman, I will make sure she gets what she deserves,” Shen Chi said coldly.

“Yes, her life is not worth sparing.”

How ruthlessly calculated must a woman be to harm a pregnant woman and a child?

In public, she was graceful and dignified; in private, she was cunning and ruthless, with extraordinary methods.

“President Shen, I heard that Bai Xuan is coming back soon.”

“Even if he comes back, he can’t turn the situation around. What can he say in the face of the law?!” Shen Chi said calmly.

“Yes, even if he returns, he can only watch as the Bai Family is ruined by Bai Man.”

“So, regarding Bai Xuan, just be a little cautious,” Shen Chi said.

“Okay, I’ll follow your arrangements.”

They were discussing the matter when Shen Chi’s phone suddenly rang.

He looked down and saw it was Zhou Ran.

“I’m going out for a bit,” Shen Chi said indifferently.

After that, he quickly left Xiao Mo’s office and answered the phone.

“Hello.”

He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he last saw Zhou Ran. Of course, they didn’t care to see him either.

Zhou Ran had been staying in the hospital with Shen Cexian all along, spending their days talking and chatting aside from the routine of medicine and treatments, barely leaving the hospital and hardly letting friends and relatives visit.

All of this was told to him by Wen Zhiyuan.

“Achi, where are you?”

“Group.”

“I want to see you.”

“Third floor cafe,” he said, then hung up.

For such a long time, he had never taken the initiative to seek out Zhou Ran and Shen Cexian, and likewise, they hadn’t come to find him.

Between them, it was as if contact had been completely severed, as though they lived in separate worlds.

This time, Zhou Ran reaching out to him, his intentions were unknown.

He strode toward his private elevator, riding it down to the third floor.

“Good day, President,” greeted the cafe staff with bows as they saw him.

“Mm,” Shen Chi responded deeply, heading straight to his usual spot inside.

On the table, a pot of small, vibrant green radishes signaled life, radiating greenness and boldness.

He ordered two cups of coffee and sat in silence, waiting for Zhou Ran to arrive. Upon reflection, it had been almost half a year since they had met.

At that time, the sunlight was just right, shining through the thick glass and onto the mahogany table.

As he was thinking, a faint scent drifted to his nose, all too familiar, like soft orchids.

He knew his mother had arrived.

Zhou Ran walked to the spot opposite Shen Chi, looked up at him, and softly called out his name: “Achi.”

Shen Chi also looked up to see Zhou Ran in a light purple cheongsam, dignified and elegant, neither humble nor arrogant, composed and peaceful. Her expression remained even, showing no sign of sorrow or joy.

His mother was still the same, never seeming to age, always as he remembered her.

“You wanted to see me?” Shen Chi said flatly.

“It’s been a long time,” Zhou Ran started.

“Mm.”

Zhou Ran couldn’t help but give Shen Chi several more glances. He hadn’t changed, still the same: quiet, aloof, steady.

“Your father’s health has never improved,” Zhou Ran said. “He’s always in the hospital.”

“I know.”

A stretch of silence, their conversation slightly awkward.

After a while, Zhou Ran spoke again in her light tone.

“Thank you for sending away Liu Rumei. In this time, she hasn’t come to see your father, and neither have Shen Yanrou and Shen Shihan caused him any trouble.”

Shen Chi remained silent, merely lifting his delivered coffee to take a sip, listening quietly as Zhou Ran spoke.

He knew Zhou Ran came to him for a reason.

“Although your father hasn’t made a single call to you, he actually misses you a lot. You have the same stubbornness as him,” Zhou Ran said with a sigh, noticing that Shen Chi was still not speaking.

“I’ve been taking care of him, even invited renowned doctors from abroad, but your father is very aware of his condition. He knows it’s incurable, and he doesn’t hold much hope,” Zhou Ran continued, “In fact, what he’s most worried about is still you.”

“There’s no need,” Shen Chi said coolly.