If You Could Hear My Heart - C.253 - Live Well (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 253 Live Well (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

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“Mo Shuifu, didn’t you want to be rid of me? If you relent, I promise to disappear from your sight forever.”

As he spoke the last sentence, his heart suddenly ached.

It was an unbearable pain as if his heart was bleeding.

He thought that ever since he met her, the trajectory of his entire life had changed.

Mo Shuifu stared at him, her eyes blank and lifeless, like those of a rag doll.

Finally, she stopped biting herself and let out a cold laugh, the fresh blood blossoming into a glaring red rhododendron.

He hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe the fresh blood from the corner of her mouth, but she pushed his hand away and said indifferently, “Take me home.”

The atmosphere in the car was oppressively heavy with a muddled scent and the smell of blood.

He was silent for a long, long time.

Finally, he parted his lips slightly and nodded, “Okay…” 𝘧𝘳𝓮𝓮𝓌𝘦𝓫𝓷𝘰𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝓬ℴ𝘮

Driving the car away from that secluded place, he sat in the driver’s seat and she in the passenger’s, neither spoke again.

The sky drizzled with rain, casting a gloomy air everywhere.

As the wind picked up, leaves fluttered down.

Mo Shuifu turned her head to look out the window, remaining silent.

As the car finally entered the bustling city and was close to her home, she spoke softly, “Shen Shihan, do you mean what you said? To disappear from my sight forever?”

“How could I not mean it?” he said with a bitter smile as bitterness spread over his heart.

If he didn’t mean it, would she try to end her own life in front of him next time?

He wanted nothing else; he just wanted her to be well.

Even if she thought of another man in her heart, all he wanted was for her to be well.

“That’s good, Shen Shihan, I hope you keep your word,” she said with a cold smile.

“I will, but you have to promise me one thing as well,” he replied.

“What?” Mo Shuifu immediately became alert.

“I want you to live well,” he said hoarsely, his voice filled with endless desolation.

His eyes were as deep as water, and his face showed unimaginable sorrow.

He had said he would marry her, treat her like a treasure, but he had broken his promise. In this life, he had no choice but to let go…

She simply wouldn’t trust him, wouldn’t give him the slightest chance. Did she even know that it was him, Shen Shihan, who had saved her life back then?

She looked up, finally showing a different expression in her eyes.

But without responding to him, she just sat there, silently.

The car was like a grave in its silence.

He drove slowly, knowing that by letting go this time, it would be a final farewell.

But no matter how slowly he drove, the end would come. The car turned a corner and stopped in front of her house.

As soon as the car stopped, her cool voice rang out indifferently, “Open the door.”

“Shui Fu, did you never have any feelings for me?” Shen Shihan asked with a heavy voice.

Perhaps this was the last question he would ever ask her.

Mo Shuifu’s expression flickered as she stared out the window, emotionless.

Feelings…

She remembered times in the supermarket when she had picked out vegetables with him, pushed the shopping cart alongside him, waited in line to check out with him…

Latter, upon leaving the supermarket, he asked her, “Shui Fu, do we look like a family?”

Do we look like a family…

A bitter, mocking smile crept across the corner of her mouth as she moved her lips but ultimately remained silent.

Opening the car door, she did not look back and walked resolutely out of the car.

Outside, light rain continued to drizzle, fine as cow hair, pale and shallow.

The rain fell on Mo Shuifu’s face and eyes, and as she suddenly lifted her head and blinked, tears were swallowed back.

Just as she walked towards the steps, Shen Shihan jumped out of the car.

“Shui Fu, wait!” he said with steady strides as he approached her.

Mo Shuifu stopped but didn’t turn around.

Shen Shihan walked up to her, raised his hand, and tenderly arranged the stray hairs by her ear…

This powerful man also had red eyes. His fingers tracing her earlobe were like the weeping whispers of the sky with rain threads falling.

She finally lifted her eyelids, yet still, she said not a single word.

The rain, drenched their faces…

“It’s done,” he said softly after fixing her hair.

On the man’s face was a boundless depth and despair, the likes of which he had not shown in over twenty years.

Mo Shuifu’s eyes were also red, and she bit her lip without uttering a word.

In the light rain, she brushed past him. The cool breeze followed her turn around the corner until she disappeared without a trace…

The air still held the fragrance of her hair, a scent he remembered so well from the many times he held her close.

Shen Shihan stood in the rain, motionless.

The wind whipped up his black suit as he raised his head, swallowing his tears. His lips were tightly sealed, his handsome face etched with cold despair.

From body to soul, all was cold.

“Shui Fu…”

Softly calling her name, he suddenly felt a wave of darkness in his mind, clutching the roadside tree as he spat out fresh blood.

The glaring blood splattered on the ground, shockingly vivid.

Leaning on the tree trunk, he let out a bitter chuckle and silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

As the rain continued to fall, he lifted his eyes toward the road ahead, unsure where his journey home was…

As the sky grew darker and the rain began to fall harder, Shen Shihan slowly walked back to his car.

He looked up reluctantly, knowing that he would never see her again.

Forever…

President’s Office of Shen Group.

After Shen Chi accompanied Xu Chaomu back, he had been discussing the trip to South Africa with Xiao Mo.

The timing and the route were decided in secret; Shen Chi would lead a team to South Africa while Xiao Mo would stay behind, secretly controlling everything within the group.

Shen Chi tapped his slender fingers on the desk, his expression solemn as he pondered.

“President Shen, look at this document. It states that our Vice President is colluding with the Feili Group behind the scenes.”

Shen Chi pursed his lips and did not speak, but his mind was racing.

He picked up the document and flipped through it page by page, and indeed, Shen Shihan had been secretly conspiring with Feili Group’s Lu Feili.

“Xiao Mo, what moves has Shen Shihan made?”

“I heard the Vice President has already sent people to South Africa and is monitoring all flights this month, as he still doesn’t know on which day you will go,” Xiao Mo reported.

“Is that so? Heh, he really is capable.”

“President Shen, if we make a move, I’m afraid the Vice President will act first,” Xiao Mo warned.

“That’s why we need to strike first. He’s watching my flights, is he? Then let’s prepare and disrupt their vigilance.”

“I understand,” Xiao Mo acknowledged, aware that one tactic is called the misdirection.

“Also, let’s get our people in South Africa to start negotiations with the project partners as soon as possible.”

“Right, I’ll call them immediately,” Xiao Mo replied.

“Is Shen Shihan going to South Africa himself?” Shen Chi frowned, looking at Xiao Mo.

“Based on the recent information I’ve gathered, the Vice President is unlikely to go personally,” Xiao Mo said.

“I’ve heard that Lu Feili is also a coward. If Shen Shihan doesn’t go, and Lu Feili doesn’t go, then who will they send?” Shen Chi scoffed coldly.