If You Could Hear My Heart - Chapter 72
Chapter 72: Chapter 072 Xu Chaomu, Little Fox Spirit
Translator: 549690339
Hearing footsteps, Shen Chi opened his eyes, a faint smile illuminating his lips, yet it still couldn’t hide the icy cold in his eyes.
Shen Chi stood up and casually took a bottle of wine from the rack, along with two wine glasses.
After removing the cork, Shen Chi poured wine into the glasses, handing one to Li Beiting.
“I was impulsive this morning; consider this wine as my apology,” Shen Chi said, raising his glass.
Li Beiting snorted coldly, with a disdainful tone, and sat down across from Shen Chi.
“I, Li Beiting, can’t accept such an apology from you, President Shen. Now I’ve truly seen how you don’t recognize family,” Li Beiting said with a sarcastic tone.
Shen Chi had almost come to blows with him that morning, looking at him as if he were a sworn enemy.
All Beiting had done was say a few words for his benefit, yet this man hadn’t given him any face.
Beiting used to disbelieve those who said Shen Chi was cold and ruthless, but now, he’d come to accept it completely.
They had been brothers for over twenty years. Whenever Shen Chi had trouble, all it took was a call, and Beiting would rush over. And yet, despite such a relationship, Shen Chi could actually hit him.
What a sign of the times, what a sign.
“You’ve seen what happened to Zheng Lin,” Shen Chi said indifferently.
He gently swirled his glass, seemingly devoid of guilt, as if Beiting had brought it upon himself.
Li Beiting was so angry he could smoke; he didn’t want to speak. He had thought Shen Chi might offer him some words of comfort. Damn, this man…
“Shen Chi, I asked you to go to the airport for your own good. You know full well that your father said whomever signs this contract with Shen Shihan will gain five percent of his shares!”
“Let alone five percent, even if it were fifty percent, I would still go to save Chaomu if she were in trouble,” Shen Chi noted, sipping his wine with a profound look in his eyes.
He wore an unchanging expression of cold pride, his whole demeanor like that of a sovereign lord, radiating a noble air. Every glance and movement he made showcased an extraordinary temperament!
Now dressed in a black business suit in his office, no matter from which angle he was viewed, he appeared perfect!
“Xu Chaomu, the little vixen. Hard to believe she’s captured your soul,” Li Beiting mocked with his usual tone.
“Li Beiting, are you asking for a beating?” Shen Chi put down his wine glass, his lips thinly pressed, giving Beiting a cold glance.
“Won’t admit it?” Li Beiting always spoke his mind.
Eight years ago, when he first met Xu Chaomu, Beiting thought she was naive and fun. He didn’t expect her to be a femme fatale.
“She’s my sister; if not her, who else would I save?” Shen Chi stated flatly.
“Fine, let me ask you, if Xu Chaomu and Bai Man were both in trouble at the same time, who would you save first?”
“I’d kill you first, then there wouldn’t be a problem,” Shen Chi said coldly, glancing at Beiting.
“…” Li Beiting’s mouth twitched.
“Shen Chi, I’m serious! You need to watch out for Xu Chaomu. You really think she’s clinging to you just for fun? Everyone knows Shen Chi is wealthy, powerful, and single. Her approaching you, you think her motives are pure?” Li Beiting analyzed.
“And why did you approach me?”
Shen Chi leaned in a little closer, looking directly at Li Beiting, a derisive smile curling at the edge of his mouth.
“…” Li Beiting was choked up again.
“Li Beiting, I asked you over to discuss serious matters. How did the investigation into those people from last night go?”
Li Beiting raised his handsome brows and spread his hands smugly, “They’re all dead.”
“What do you mean?” Shen Chi’s gaze sharpened, his obsidian-like eyes emanating a chilly coolness.
“Taken to the police station, no one spoke a word, and not long after being sent to jail, they all died.”
“Any clues found?”
“No clues at all. Just know that these people belong to the underworld, usually just others pay them, they do the job. Taking away Xu Chaomu was probably also a commissioned task.”
“So in your opinion, who’s the employer?” Shen Chi’s eyes darkened.
“Don’t know, no leads,” Beiting answered truthfully.
“Keep investigating.”
“Why should I, Shen Chi, huh?”
Li Beiting looked at the man, finding his authoritarian attitude unbearable. Wasn’t he himself the CEO of Li Group? How had he become Shen Chi’s lackey to be ordered around?
“Up to you, Shen’s has a few big projects coming up looking for partners, ” replied Shen Chi nonchalantly.
“Damn! All right, you win!”
Li Beiting lifted his glass and took several sips of the wine, casting disdainful glances at Shen Chi.
Shen Chi was at ease, though his eyes betrayed a trace of ruthlessness.
For the whole day, Shen Chi dealt with matters related to Wantong Technology and, of course, Xu Chaomu being kidnapped.
He opened the video, and sure enough, Shen Shihan had signed the agreement with the people from Wantong. Print and online media swarmed the press conference, which was grand and lively, attracting a sea of people.
Shihan was very composed, showing no particular joy or displeasure; his expression always serene.
On the stage, as soon as he stepped up, he attracted a swarm of female reporters snapping photos—indeed, Shen Shihan had a striking appearance.
Watching Shen Shihan sign on behalf of Shen Group, with President Yang constantly by his side, the arc of Shen Chi’s lips deepened.
The press conference continued for a full two hours—a major business event covered by all the major media outlets.
Shen Chi turned off the video and continued with his own business.
Busy until nearly seven in the evening, Shen Chi asked Old Cheng to come pick him up.
Tired from working for two straight days and nights, Shen Chi was exhausted, both mentally and physically.
“Shen Chi! You don’t look very well; are you too exhausted?” Bai Man, in a red dress, came out of the car.
Shen Chi focused his gaze and realized that when Old Cheng came, Bai Man had come as well.
“It’s nothing,” Shen Chi said tersely.
Bai Man took Shen Chi’s arm, sitting next to him in the back seat.
As Old Cheng drove towards the Shen Family home, Bai Man snuggled against Shen Chi, seeing his weary expression and feeling concerned.
“I’ll give you a shoulder rub,” Bai Man offered considerately.
She massaged Shen Chi, her gentle, boneless hands moving rhythmically. Her body exuded a faint cherry blossom fragrance—not overwhelming but gracefully subtle—yet the scent still assertively made its way to Shen Chi.
“You didn’t sleep last night; don’t exhaust yourself, take care of your health. You know it pains me to see you not getting proper rest,” Bai Man said softly, her voice tender like a bell, pleasing to the ear.
“Hmm,” Shen Chi responded with his eyes closed, a slight furrow in his brow.
Bai Man didn’t disturb him further, quietly massaging his shoulders. In the light from outside the car, she gazed at Shen Chi, her face filled with infatuation.
She and Shen Chi had grown up together and had known each other for years. He had become more mature and more unapproachable. She always felt that their relationship had been good in their youth, but now it had grown distant.
Was she overthinking it?
