If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 1376: Confessing Over the Phone Directly

Three days after chatting with Xu Chaomu, Xia Chuqing finally managed to dial Xiao Mo’s phone number.

She used to look at Xiao Mo’s number over and over, and could recite it from memory with her eyes closed, but sadly, she never had the courage to make a call.

During the New Year, she had even sent him an anonymous text message, which he later guessed was from her, but he didn’t show any response.

That afternoon, Xia Chuqing dressed up carefully, and even specially picked a few beautiful pieces of clothing from the mall. She spent a long time getting ready in her dormitory, feeling nervous and uneasy.

She found a bicycle and rode it to a relatively quiet scenic spot near the school.

In the area, there was a natural lake with an expansive water surface and vast ripples, making for a very pleasant environment. There always seemed to be white gulls flying to and fro over the lake, and the edges were lined with blooming lotus flowers.

Xia Chuqing loved to come here while she was studying. It was quiet and not crowded, and she could pick a bench to sit while reading a book, basking in the cool breeze.

Subconsciously believing that her favorite place would bring her good luck, she sat on the bench she often sat on and took out her mobile phone.

Today is Sunday, so he should not be working overtime, right?

Xia Chuqing bit her lower lip, her fingers gliding across the screen.

With a burst of resolve, she forcefully pressed the call button.

Xiao Mo was in his villa, drinking coffee and handling documents. Lately, Shen Group had several projects under construction, and he could not afford to take them lightly or have much spare time.

When the phone rang, he thought it was a client, but upon looking at it, it wasn’t.

Ever since he found out this number belonged to Xia Chuqing, he had saved it under her name.

"Hello."

Xia Chuqing’s heart seemed to skip a beat; it was the first time she was calling Xiao Mo alone. His voice sounded deep and sexy, and she couldn’t help but feel a wave of nervousness.

"I... I am Xia Chuqing." Xia Chuqing stuttered.

"I know."

"That... I am at... I am at Baima Lake... Can you come over?" After saying this, Xia Chuqing fiercely smacked her own forehead.

The plan was to confess directly over the phone, but in a moment of frenzy, it turned into asking Xiao Mo to come over.

"Hmm? What’s wrong? Is there something?"

"That... I have something to tell you... If it’s inconvenient for you, then don’t come, it’s nothing..." Xia Chuqing didn’t even know what she was saying anymore.

"What is it?" Xiao Mo glanced at his laptop, casually shut it, stood up and walked towards the garage.

"You’ll know when you get here, I’ll wait for you." Xia Chuqing quickly hung up the phone and let out a long sigh.

She pinched herself; it hurt.

She had never been so nervous even when meeting with ambassadors and prime ministers along with the school principal. She wiped her forehead, which had actually broken out in sweat.

Will he come? Will he think she is being ridiculous? Or perhaps think that she’s joking with him?

Xia Chuqing considered various possibilities, sitting quietly on the bench, looking at the tranquil lake surface.

Xiao Mo was walking through the courtyard to the garage when suddenly, he heard the sound of a car outside the villa.

Frowning, he walked outside to have a look.

A black Land Rover was parked at the entrance. He was all too familiar with this car; it belonged to his family.

Indeed, as soon as he stood at the entrance, Xiao Mo’s father and mother alighted from the car.

Xiao Mo’s father looked spirited and not at all in his fifties or sixties, and his mother was beautiful, dressed in a water blue cheongsam, radiating intelligence and elegance.

"Dad, Mom, how come you’re here?" Xiao Mo was very surprised and delighted, and he quickly stepped forward to support his father’s hand.

"We were in C City for business, so we thought we’d stop by for a visit. You wouldn’t mind, would you?" Xiao Mo’s father looked at him with a loving expression.

Xiao Mo’s mother smiled too: "Look at you, talking nonsense."

Xiao Mo laughed: "Of course not, I miss you guys too, and we’ve always kept a room ready for you at home."

"Just you all by yourself?" Xiao Mo’s father asked.

"Yeah, just me alone, busy with some work."

"We’re not interrupting your work, are we?" Xiao Mo’s mother said.

"No, I just finished my work and was about to head out," Xiao Mo said.

"If you’re busy, go ahead with your things; we don’t mind," said Xiao Mo’s mother.

However, no sooner had Xiao Mo’s mother finished her sentence than Xiao Mo’s father gave her a stern look, and she quickly stopped talking.

"It’s quite lonely around here." Xiao Mo’s father surveyed the surroundings; the villa was indeed nice, with a courtyard and garden, "and there’s no liveliness."

Xiao Mo laughed: "It’s just a place to live in; I’m used to it."

"Hmph, you sure got used to it easily enough," Xiao Mo’s father snorted, "Don’t you find it boring? Don’t you think it’s lonely? Don’t you find it pointless?"

Xiao Mo knew what his father was getting at; every time they met, it was the same theme, and this time was no exception, as direct as ever.

Xiao Mo led them into the living room, which had a simple black and white color scheme, and the table was uncluttered, with nothing more than a laptop and a tea set.

"Please have a seat. I’ll make some tea for you."

Xiao Mo took out his parents’ favorite tea leaves, poured for each of them, and soon the fragrance of the tea filled the air.

"Working on a Sunday?" Xiao Mo’s father looked disapprovingly at the laptop, "Is Shen Group so inhumane? I think you’re working too hard; it might be better to come back and help your dad, as my company has been doing quite well recently."

"Dad, with you in charge, that’s enough. There’s no need for me to come back," Xiao Mo maintained his stance.

"Nothing can convince you. I think you’re just taking advantage of the fact that I’m old and can’t discipline you anymore," Xiao Mo’s father huffed.

"Not at all, you’re still young," Xiao Mo could only reply with a smile.

Xiao Mo’s father, now older, behaved more like a child, always chattering away, especially about his only son.

"You refuse to come home and help, fine. But you don’t seem to take seriously what I say to you over and over," Xiao Mo’s father took a sip of tea.

Sitting opposite them, Xiao Mo smiled: "Of course, I take it to heart."

"Bullshit," Xiao Mo’s father said angrily, "If you really did, why is it still so empty when I come here today? Where’s your girlfriend?"

"Cough, cough," Xiao Mo’s mother gave a light cough, "Say a little less. We’re not here to quarrel today. Look at how worked up you’re getting."

Xiao Mo was used to it; this was just his parents’ temper.

"These kind of things can’t be rushed," Xiao Mo said.

"What do you mean can’t be rushed, you clearly don’t take it to heart. Are you refusing to come back with me because you’re afraid I’ll nag you all the time? Afraid I’ll keep arranging blind dates for you?"

"No, I’ve been with Shen’s for a while now; it suits me well here. Don’t worry too much," Xiao Mo placated his father.

He knew his dad’s temper; resistant to force but soft to persuasion. The old man was getting on in years and could be easily coaxed.

"Don’t give me that," Xiao Mo’s father snorted, "I don’t care where you are, but I’ll say it again, bring a girlfriend home soon. By the way, an old friend invited me to have tea later, you should come too."

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