If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 1377: Dousing All Her Enthusiasm

"Dad, I need to step out for a bit, I might..." Xiao Mo said.

"It’s just the time it takes to have a cup of tea, what’s the matter? Spit it out, let me hear!" Xiao’s father slammed the table and roared, "Is it something work-related? Today is Sunday; if your boss is pushing you that hard, give me his number, and I’ll call him right now to ask."

Xiao Mo held his forehead: "A friend needs help with something."

"What help? Tell me."

Xiao Mo fell silent. What help? He didn’t know either.

"Can’t say it? Hmm, don’t give me that nonchalant attitude, I know what you’re up to," Xiao’s father said, "Get ready and come with me. Look at this place, it’s so lifeless; I really don’t want to stay here."

Xiao’s father looked around. The place was still black and white, devoid of even the simplest decorative items.

Xiao’s mother nudged his arm: "Hey, tone it down a bit, I think it’s quite nice. Such a big villa shows our son is quite capable."

"What’s good about it, it’s all because you spoil him. In your eyes, everything he does is perfect. If he’s that outstanding, why don’t I see any girls chasing after him?" Xiao’s father rebutted.

"My son is indeed very good," Xiao’s mother retorted, unconvinced.

Xiao Mo smiled: "Mom and Dad, stop arguing, please have a seat. Have you had lunch yet?"

"We have, we have," Xiao’s mother said, "What about you?"

"I..." Xiao Mo thought for a moment, he seemed to have been so busy that he’d forgotten to eat, but worried they would be concerned, he still said, "I have."

"Go on, get ready," Xiao’s father said with an expression of utter "disdain" for his son, "Dress formally; my friend likes spruce young men."

"What he’s wearing is pretty good," Xiao’s mother said, "No need to change, dressing too formally might make others think he’s here for a meeting!"

"If Dad likes it, then I’ll go change into a suit," Xiao Mo said with a smile as he walked upstairs.

He knew his father doted on him; it’s just that he was frequently reluctant to return home and didn’t have a girlfriend, so his father was a bit angry and picky with him.

After heading upstairs, Xiao Mo thought about calling Xia Chuqing first.

But, Xiao’s father followed him upstairs.

"I want to see how the upstairs looks; whether it’s a mess and also check what clothes you have. Oh my, why is it all these black suits and white shirts, do you always wear these when you go out?" Xiao’s father exclaimed as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Xiao’s mother thought something happened; she glanced at the closet and said indifferently: "Isn’t that normal? After all, my son is a vice president of the company."

Xiao Mo found it both funny and sad: "Of course I have to wear these when meeting clients."

"Apart from meeting clients, don’t you meet friends?" Xiao’s father found it unbelievable.

"There’s nothing wrong with this," Xiao Mo said helplessly.

"How did I end up with such a stubborn son? Young people should dress up a bit, no? Otherwise, how will you find a girlfriend?" Xiao’s father said, "When I was young, I was very stylish, otherwise... I wouldn’t have found such a beautiful woman like your mother."

Xiao’s mother gave Xiao’s father a sidelong glance: "You’re the one who talks too much."

"Dad, I’m not a girl, you don’t need to worry about what I wear," Xiao Mo said helplessly.

"Just this one looks good; put it on!" Xiao’s father picked out a jacket for Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo had no choice but to put it on.

"Alright, let’s go, don’t want to keep my friend waiting anxiously," Xiao’s father said.

"Dad, what friend? Do I really have to go?"

"You’re not willing? Your parents hardly ever visit," Xiao’s father said.

"Yes, yes," Xiao Mo quickly coaxed him, "I’ll go get the car now. Do you guys have plans? If you’re going to stay in C City for a few days, I can take time off."

"No need to take any leave; just go to work as usual," Xiao’s mother said.

"Okay." Xiao Mo nodded.

"No need to get your car; ride with me," Xiao’s father said.

"Sounds good."

Xiao Mo followed Xiao’s father and mother out of the villa; he glanced back and noticed that it was indeed as his father had said, a bit too quiet around the villa.

Xiao’s father was chattering nonstop, talking to Xiao’s mother, who, on the other hand, didn’t say much—most of the time she just listened to him.

The driver drove the car with Xiao’s father in the front seat, while Xiao’s mother and Xiao Mo sat side by side in the back.

Xiao Mo couldn’t find a chance to call Xia Chuqing, so he sent her a message: Sorry, I can’t make it for now.

When Xia Chuqing received the message, she was so excited that she jumped up, but after reading those words, she felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her from head to toe, extinguishing all her enthusiasm.

She had waited for him for a while already, and then... he still didn’t show up.

She thought that at the very least he would call her, but he didn’t; perhaps they can’t even be considered friends.

She reflected on it and realized that their meetings were few and far between; it seemed it was only she who had been moved, whereas he probably hadn’t given it a second thought.

Well, that makes sense. Someone as mature as Xiao Mo wouldn’t easily take a liking to someone after just a few meetings, not to mention that during those few meetings the impression she left on him wasn’t exactly good.

Xia Chuqing leaned back into her chair, her gaze blurred as she stared at the lake surface.

Forget it, since she hadn’t confessed her love yet, there’s no embarrassment to be had.

Yet, why did her heart feel an aching pain, as if a knife was twisted in it?

Gazing out, her eyes gradually brimmed with tears, but she tilted her head back and didn’t let them fall.

This was the first time she felt such heartache; she picked up a stone from under her feet and threw it into the lake...

Her first love ended anticlimactically like this...

Tianyi Teahouse.

Xiao’s father’s friend was already sitting in a private room, looking to be about the same age as Xiao’s father and quite amiable.

"Xiao Mo, this is Uncle Zhao," Xiao’s father said.

"Hello, Uncle Zhao," greeted Xiao Mo, "we’ve met before."

The man laughed and said, "Yes, we have, we’ve talked business before. I didn’t expect you to be Old Xiao’s son. No wonder, ’Like father, like son.’ Old Xiao, your son is more outstanding than you."

"All that nurturing over the years hasn’t been in vain. We’re getting old and not much use anymore, but they’re still young," Xiao’s father laughed.

"Mm-hmm," the man looked at Xiao Mo, with a face full of satisfaction.

"Dad!" Just then, a young woman pushed open the door of the private room.

She was dressed in a bright yellow dress, with long hair reaching her waist, a rosy complexion, and appeared to be only about twenty-four or twenty-five. Possibly because she wore high heels, she seemed tall and slim with a good figure.

Xiao Mo turned his head and instantly understood that this was more than just tea drinking.

He smiled helplessly, recognizing the depth of his father’s scheming. He had thought that in C City where his father didn’t know many people, he wouldn’t arrange such tedious blind dates for him.

"Yeah, take a seat," Zhao’s father looked adoringly at his daughter and gestured for her to sit beside him.

The young woman was not shy at all; she took her seat gracefully next to her father, facing Xiao Mo.

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