If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 671 - - I Will Never See Shen Chi Again

Chapter 671 -671: I Will Never See Shen Chi Again

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Xu Chaomu still did not show any reaction, not even moving an eyelid.

Nie Chenglang had always been standing outside the door, not entering.

“Mumu, the child is fine now, you need to take care of yourself and get well,” Shen Chi said as he laid his hand on her stomach, wanting very much to touch her child as well.

But as soon as his hand touched her, Xu Chaomu reflexively dodged away.

“Don’t touch my child,” she yelled at him.

Shen Chi raised his head, his deep eyes staring intently into hers.

In her eyes, he saw anger, resentment, and injustice; she gritted her teeth and looked at him with vacant eyes.

Shen Chi’s hand fell back to his side as he nodded his head, not attempting to touch her again.

“Get out,” Xu Chaomu’s voice was hoarse, carrying boundless sorrow.

“The doctor said you need to calm down, you should rest well, I’ll stay beside you.”

“Get out.”

“Mumu…”

“Get out!” Xu Chaomu raised her voice, her bloodshot eyes glaring angrily at him.

Ultimately helpless, Shen Chi stood up, tucked her in, and stood there for a long time.

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She did not ask him to stay, and so he left, departing from the hospital room. Before leaving, he looked back at her, turning away with a sense of helplessness.

After closing the door of the hospital room, he walked out slowly and made a phone call to Butler Ling.

“Butler.”

“Young Master,” Butler Ling answered the phone promptly.

But something seemed off in Shen Chi’s voice, causing concern to rise in her heart.

All evening she had not seen Shen Chi and Xu Chaomu; where could these two children have gone?

“Come to the Second Hospital, and make some light porridge.”

Upon hearing the word “hospital,” Butler Ling became even more unsettled.

“Young Master, what happened? Who’s in the hospital?”

Shen Di and Qin Chen were both still at home; she did not need to ask—it must be Xu Chaomu!

“You’ll know when you get here.” Shen Chi did not say much else before hanging up.

Butler Ling panicked; she quickly went to the kitchen and had the servants start cooking porridge.

Shen Chi’s voice was very unsettling; if Xu Chaomu was in the hospital, could it be Xu Chaomu’s child that was in trouble?

No, no, she must be overthinking it.

She began to pray; Xu Chaomu’s child must be alright, that child was only four months old.

What’s crucial is that Xu Chaomu truly adores that child; Butler Ling could see it—Xu Chaomu loved that child wholeheartedly.

If anything were to happen to the child… Butler Ling couldn’t bear to imagine it.

Once the porridge was ready in the kitchen, she quickly took the thermos flask, and had Old Cheng drive her to the Second Hospital.

On the way, Old Cheng kept asking what had happened, why they were going to the hospital at night, but Butler Ling could not say much; she didn’t know.

Arriving at the hospital and stepping out of the car, she saw Shen Chi standing outside.

The wind outside was rather strong, and it’s likely that the weather will get colder from now on.

Shen Chi was just standing there alone, incessantly smoking.

“Young Master!” Butler Ling got out of the car, her expression anxious.

“Turn left, and it’s right inside.” Shen Chi said flatly.

He didn’t elaborate, the light in his eyes was deep yet extremely dim. The bruising on his face was still visible, making him look especially out of place.

Butler Ling, holding the thermos, felt a surge of nervousness: “Young Master, is… something wrong with Chaomu?”

Shen Chi did not speak, only continued smoking.

Butler Ling did not dare to ask further, nodded her head: “Then I’ll go in first.”

However, Butler Ling had not expected to see another man sitting outside the hospital room.

Hearing the footsteps, Nie Chenglang raised his head, seeing it was the Shen Family’s butler, he said nothing.

Butler Ling recognized the man; he was Nie Chenglang, Xu Chaomu’s ex-fiancé.

To be more precise, he was also the father of the child in Xu Chaomu’s belly.

This man’s face was also covered in bruises and swellings, like the Young Master’s, but his injuries were more severe.

Butler Ling, being experienced, immediately understood what had happened.

These two men… had fought.

In all these years, Butler Ling had never seen the Young Master fight with someone like this.

The Young Master was a black belt in Taekwondo, normally no one would dare to spar with him.

However, Butler Ling immediately confirmed her guess, the person inside the hospital room was indeed Xu Chaomu!

She hurriedly carried the thermos inside, pushing open the hospital room door, and indeed, there sat Xu Chaomu on the hospital bed, her gaze dull, vacant, and confused.

She was silently staring at a white wall in front of her, motionless, with an IV drip attached to her hand.

But upon a glance at her stomach, Butler Ling breathed a sigh of relief—the child was still alright.

Butler Ling closed the door and walked over to the bedside.

“Chaomu,” she called out softly.

Xu Chaomu did not respond, continuing to sit there.

Butler Ling opened the thermos; she had made a mung bean and white fungus porridge, suitable for summer and nutritious.

It was still hot when she opened it, the scent overshadowing the smell of disinfectant in the hospital room.

“I made you some porridge, give it a try, it’s mung bean and white fungus,” Butler Ling said.

She knew Xu Chaomu was usually mild-tempered; even if she harbored a lot of resentment, she would not vent her anger on someone who was innocent.

Sure enough, Xu Chaomu just shook her head, remaining silent.

“It’s a really nice porridge, oh, look at me, I’m like the old woman selling melons, praising her own wares,” Butler Ling laughed.

She served a bowl of porridge and gently stirred it with a spoon.

“Chaomu, I also brought your favorite snacks,” Butler Ling took out a handbag, “there’s raisins, coconut flakes, and egg yolk pastries…”

Xu Chaomu remained silent, just sitting there quietly.

“Chaomu, have something to eat, otherwise, the baby will get hungry,” Butler Ling said patiently, “and if he gets hungry, he will protest.”

Xu Chaomu’s eyelids finally moved, but she still did not speak.

Butler Ling knew that Xu Chaomu loved her child deeply; every time the child was mentioned, she would compromise on everything.

“Here, open your mouth, I’ll feed you,” Butler Ling sat by the bed.

Xu Chaomu looked at Butler Ling, then shook her head, “Who knows if this child will survive.”

Her voice was very weak, with a sob in it.

Upon hearing this, Butler Ling felt a sharp pang in her heart.

Was there a problem with the child? What exactly happened tonight?

“No, no,” Butler Ling reassured her quickly, truthfully, she had never seen Xu Chaomu so distressed.

Her entire being lacked any vitality, her eyes were nothing but void space.

“If it can’t be saved, I won’t see Shen Chi ever again,” Xu Chaomu said flatly.

Butler Ling was wise, she understood what Xu Chaomu meant.

It seemed, tonight’s events were largely due to the Young Master…

“Chaomu, relax, have some porridge, I’ll stay with you,” Butler Ling said.

Butler Ling took her hand and gently caressed it like a mother, with warmth and tenderness.

Xu Chaomu finally moved her eyes, lowering her head as they moistened.

“Sometimes I think, if this child were gone, it might be for the best,” Butler Ling said.