If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 886 - Already Accustomed to His

Chapter 886: Chapter 886: Already Accustomed to His Unreasonableness

Chapter 886 -886: Already Accustomed to His Unreasonableness

The temperature in the room was just right, Shen Chi sat at the edge of the bed.

The alcohol from the night had not completely worn off, and his head ached a bit, so he just sat there, watching Xu Chaomu sleep soundly.

A small part of the quilt on her body was not covering her properly, and she slept peacefully, utterly unaware of the cold. Her two little hands clutched the corner of the quilt tightly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if troubled by something.

He reached out to pull the quilt over her, moving very lightly, and Xu Chaomu made no response.

He didn’t know when it had become a habit of his. In the past, when he would cover her with the quilt, it would wake her up, but now he was very skilled at it.

Sure enough, Xu Chaomu didn’t stir at all, her grip on the quilt firm, her facial expression not a happy one, as if she had a bad dream.

He lifted his cold hand, gently brushing her face.

Perhaps his hand was too cold, for she moved her lips slightly, murmuring in a dreamlike state, “Fourth Brother… Fourth Brother…”

The voice was very faint, very soft, but Shen Chi heard it.

He thought she had woken up and looked over to see that she was just talking in her sleep.

The orange light of the lamp cast upon her face, her thick eyelashes casting shallow shadows on her eyelids, like delicate butterfly wings.

A wave of sourness rose in his throat, his cold hand traced her face, and ultimately withdrew.

And so, he sat beside her bed for an entire hour.

The dead of night was silent, both outside and inside the house were very quiet, so quiet one could hear their own breathing.

Shen Chi’s heart beat rapidly for no reason, struggling to become calm.

It had been six days since he last saw her, he knew.

Right now, his head ached, and he remembered how every time his head hurt, she would be very concerned and wanted to rub it for him.

He pursed his thin lips, his gaze never leaving her face.

He wanted to speak, but something seemed stuck in his throat, an unspoken sourness.

After sitting for a whole hour, he stood up, turned off the bedside wall lamp, and silently walked to his own room.

Throughout this process, his movements were very light, and Xu Chaomu didn’t notice at all.

…

When Xu Chaomu woke up, it was already past seven in the morning, the warm sun shining through the curtains into the bedroom, casting a warm glow of sunlight.

Xu Chaomu squinted her eyes, still feeling sleepy, she wanted to stay in bed.

When Shen Chi was not at home, no one monitored her, and whether she got up was entirely up to her own discipline, now that he was back… heh, he probably wouldn’t talk to her anyway.

So she closed her eyes and snuggled deeper into the covers.

Sleeping in on a cold day was probably the most comfortable thing, so she just enjoyed it, unwilling to think about unhappy things.

Entirely covered with the quilt, she soon fell asleep again.

At eight in the morning, Shen Chi was already sitting on the open-air balcony reading the newspaper, a steaming cup of coffee beside him.

Thankfully, he hadn’t drunk too much last night, or his head would have really hurt this morning.

He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he sat so calmly on the balcony to enjoy the morning, he flipped through the newspaper, by now the sun was quite warm.

Unintentionally, he lifted his wrist to check the time, it was already eight o’clock.

“Butler,” he called out.

Butler Ling hurried to the open-air balcony, saying, “Young Master, I’m here.”

“Has she not gotten up yet?”

“Yes.”

“When I was away, did she do this every day?” Shen Chi furrowed his brows.

“No, no, not at all, the young mistress is very obedient. When you’re not home, she always asks us to come upstairs to help her early in the morning.”

“It’s eight o’clock already.”

“Perhaps… Young Master Shen, if you have time, why don’t you go and see for yourself,” the butler said.

Shen Chi fell silent and did not speak.

“I’ll go then,” the butler turned around.

She said this on purpose, knowing that normally, Shen Chi would have stood up and said, “No need, I’ll go.”

But today… today Shen Chi was still sitting in his chair, motionless.

He silently flipped through the newspaper without saying a word.

Having spoken, the butler had no choice but to go herself.

When she reached Chaomu’s room, she knocked on the door.

Chaomu was still deep in sleep, cozy in her warm bed, sleeping soundly.

But the butler persisted, knocking on the door; five minutes later, Chaomu was woken by the noise. She rubbed her eyes, pained, “I want to sleep, stop knocking.”

“Chaomu, get up, Young Master Shen is waiting for you to have breakfast,” the butler said.

“Let him eat by himself,” Chaomu grumbled.

Now, she could barely open her eyes, her mind was a mess, she only understood one principle, anyone who disturbed her sleep was no good.

“Chaomu, I made your favorite scallion pancakes this morning, and there’s also honey tea; skipping breakfast is bad for your health,” the butler said.

“I’m not eating,” Chaomu mumbled.

She had only one thought—she wanted to sleep, wanted to sleep, wanted to sleep.

“Young Master Shen is waiting for you, if you don’t come, he’ll also skip breakfast,” the butler reasoned with her, appealing to her emotions.

Chaomu ran her fingers through her hair, alright, at this moment, she had completely lost the urge to sleep.

She could only prop herself up to sit, very annoyed, “Butler, come in.”

“Yes!” The butler, knowing she had finally agreed to get out of bed, pushed open the door.

As soon as she entered, she adeptly picked out clothes, shoes, and hair accessories for her, then helped her get dressed.

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“Why hasn’t he gone to the company?” Chaomu grumbled.

“Young Master Shen is off today,” the butler fibbed.

“Is he really waiting for me?” Chaomu was incredulous.

His attitude yesterday was as if he could hardly stand her; how could he be so kindhearted as to wait for her to have breakfast together?

“Really,” the butler lied, “Young Master Shen is on the balcony reading the newspaper. You know, he usually has breakfast no later than seven o’clock, but today he hasn’t eaten yet, waiting for you.”

“Is it not because you won’t let him eat?” Chaomu was half-convinced, half-doubtful.

“I wouldn’t dare to do that.”

“Oh.”

Chaomu’s mood was still not particularly good, at least, she wasn’t very trusting.

The butler tentatively asked, “Chaomu, did he bully you again yesterday?”

Chaomu fell silent, just putting on her clothes.

Seeing this, the butler immediately understood the situation; Young Master Shen had indeed bullied Chaomu again.

“Don’t be angry, Chaomu,” the butler comforted her.

“I have nothing to be angry about, I’m used to his unreasonableness, and I don’t believe he can change,” Chaomu said.

The butler fell silent. She helped Chaomu out of bed and into the bathroom to wash up.

She brushed Chaomu’s hair first, and, seeing Chaomu’s calm but unhappy reflection in the mirror, said.

“Chaomu, there’s some mustard in the kitchen, do you want it?” the butler asked calmly.

“Hm?” Chaomu blinked, “I don’t eat mustard.”