If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 637: 637: He loves her (asking for monthly tickets)

Chapter 637: Chapter 637: He loves her (asking for monthly tickets)
 

Two lines of tears streamed down her cheeks as she held the diamond ring in the palm of her hand.

With a flick, the ring traced a beautiful arc through the air, gently landing in the water…

“Wishing you a happy marriage.”

She curved her lips into a small smile, watching the ripples spread across the river’s surface.

Gradually, the circles of ripples dissipated, and after a few seconds, it was as if nothing had happened—the water was calm once more.

Yu Weiwei leaned against the window, her soul seemingly drained from her, her heart aching violently.

Her left hand covered the area over her heart, her brows deeply furrowed.

At that moment, the bathroom door was knocked on: “Weiwei, Weiwei, are you in there?”

It was Xu Chaomu.

Yu Weiwei struggled to stand with her weary body and walked to the sink, turning on the tap.

“Weiwei, open the door! It’s Chaomu!”

Yu Weiwei let the cold water rush over her face, hoping to wash away any traces on it.

“I’m calling someone to break the door down, Weiwei, answer me…” Xu Chaomu sounded anxious.

After a long time under the cold water, Yu Weiwei finally straightened up from the sink and walked towards the door.

When the door opened, Xu Chaomu was startled.

Yu Weiwei’s face was pale, her hair still dripping.

“Weiwei, are you feeling unwell? Is your stomach hurting again? Ah, I should not have let you come to the bar. You, this child, why do you make me worry so much?”

Xu Chaomu quickly supported Yu Weiwei, whose brow was furrowed: “I’m fine, I’m not drunk yet…”

“Still saying you’re not drunk, only drunk people insist they haven’t had too much,” Xu Chaomu said.

“Look, I can walk…”

Yu Weiwei pushed Xu Chaomu away, leaning against the wall to walk on her own.

Nie Chenglang quickly steadied Yu Weiwei, saying to Xu Chaomu: “Let’s take Weiwei home.”

Xu Chaomu nodded: “Right, we can’t let her stay at the bar.”

With that, they supported Yu Weiwei, helping her leave the bar.

“No, no, I haven’t had enough, Jack said I could drink as much as I wanted at his bar…” Yu Weiwei protested, struggling, “I don’t want to go back, it’s too quiet at home… the bar is lively…”

“We’ll come back some other time, okay? Look, it’s really late now. If we don’t get you home, you won’t wake up for work tomorrow, and there are a lot of patients waiting for you,” Xu Chaomu coaxed her.

“Mmm…” Yu Weiwei finally became a bit more agreeable. “I love my job.”

“Of course, our Miss Yu is an angel who received banners of thanks, having saved countless families on the brink of collapse.”

“Chaomu, when did you become so sweet-talking? But I like it…”

Yu Weiwei smiled, touching Xu Chaomu’s cheek, causing Xu Chaomu to flush with embarrassment.

Was this her being flirted with by Yu Weiwei?

She was a little ruffian; she was supposed to be the one flirting with others.

But slipping up occasionally, just occasionally, she would flirt back next time.

Nie Chenglang stood by the road and hailed a taxi. After the taxi stopped, he and Xu Chaomu helped Yu Weiwei into the car.

“Chaomu, let me do it, you’re pregnant, be careful,” Nie Chenglang said.

“It’s okay, Weiwei isn’t heavy, I can handle it,” Xu Chaomu replied with a smile.

The taxi drove towards the apartment where Yu Weiwei lived. During the ride, Yu Weiwei fell asleep.

Xu Chaomu looked at the girl’s flushed cheeks and sighed. She genuinely hadn’t known that Yu Weiwei frequented bars.

The bar wasn’t far from where Yu Weiwei lived, and soon, Xu Chaomu and Nie Chenglang had brought her back.

All the way, Yu Weiwei didn’t make any more fuss; she was exceptionally quiet.

She sometimes would lean on Xu Chaomu, and other times, without realizing it, she would also lean on Nie Chenglang, murmuring to herself.

No one could understand what she was saying, but Xu Chaomu could faintly make out words like “bastard” and “I don’t like you.”

Indeed, Yu Weiwei’s thoughts were still on Li Beiting.

“Weiwei, get a good sleep, and you’re not allowed to go to the bar anymore,” Xu Chaomu said.

Xu Chaomu laid her down on the bed and patted her flushed little cheeks.

“I’m not drunk… really not drunk…” Yu Weiwei mumbled with her eyes closed.

Xu Chaomu covered her with a quilt, relieved that the girl hadn’t thrown up after getting drunk.

Nie Chenglang poured a glass of boiled water for Yu Weiwei and placed it by her bed, and tidied up her room a bit.

“Have a peaceful sleep, Weiwei. Chenglang and I are leaving,” Xu Chaomu said.

“Mm…”

Yu Weiwei, making a fuss, grabbed the quilt and soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

“Just behave,” Xu Chaomu patted the back of her hand again.

She stood up, wrote a small note of reminders, and stuck it on Yu Weiwei’s bedside before turning off the room’s lights for her.

“Let’s go,” Nie Chenglang whispered to her.

“Mm,” Xu Chaomu replied.

When she came out, she saw her necklace and casually took it back with her.

Nie Chenglang had never seen this necklace before, but he could tell it was quite expensive. Probably, it was a gift from Shen Chi.

After taking the necklace, Xu Chaomu put it in her bag.

Leaving Yu Weiwei’s home, she and Nie Chenglang walked side by side away from there.

“Chenglang, I’m still a bit worried about Weiwei,” Xu Chaomu said, looking down.

“It’s fine, she’ll be better after she sleeps,” he responded.

“Chenglang, will you come back with me to visit Wealth?” Xu Chaomu remembered the arrangement they had just made.

“Sure,” Nie Chenglang glanced at his watch. It was still early.

“Wealth must miss you a lot, but that dog is incredibly well-behaved. I’ve never seen such a docile puppy, and it’s so timid,” Xu Chaomu said with a smile.

“I know it’s timid. Every time I throw it a bone, it takes a while before it dares to go eat it,” Nie Chenglang also laughed.

Walking side by side in Yu Weiwei’s residential area, the neighborhood was filled with ginkgo trees, everywhere the fragrance of fresh green leaves.

When autumn comes, this place is bound to be extremely beautiful.

“Chaomu, are you cold?” Nie Chenglang asked, looking down at her.

“No, I’m not cold,” Xu Chaomu shook her head, “Nights like these are nice, not too cold or hot, very comfortable.”

Especially when the evening breeze touches your skin, it feels so pleasant.

The wind rustled the leaves, creating a gentle “shasha” sound that was particularly clear on this night.

“Back in Paris, we used to walk like this a lot,” Nie Chenglang remarked nostalgically.

His profound gaze looked straight ahead, where the distant lights seemed blurred.

Xu Chaomu lowered her head, filled with memories of this season.

Indeed, in Paris, she often went for walks with Nie Chenglang. Back then, where they lived was very close, and when she didn’t have to study at night, she would go out to see Nie Chenglang.

Every time, Nie Chenglang would indulge her without complaint, almost always ready to take her wherever she wanted to go.

She knew that he loved her…

If it weren’t for love, who would be so accommodating towards someone else.

Just like the high and mighty Shen Chi, who would always give all his best to her alone.

“In the future, who knows if there’ll be another chance to go to Paris with you,” Nie Chenglang said with a touch of sentiment.