If You Could Hear My Heart Chapter 123 – She is His Pet

Chapter 123: Chapter 123: She is His Pet

Xu Chaomu wasn’t feeling good either. When she left, he didn’t say a word and just left the school.

A call from Bai Man, and his soul was gone.

With her mind in disarray, she scratched her head and drew random lines on the paper with her pen. She was so irritable that she couldn’t settle down to do her work.

He was good to everyone. If she had trouble, he would come to help her. Similarly, if Bai Man was in trouble, he would rush over immediately.

Initially, she thought he was only nice to her, but now she realized, how was that possible?

She was his pet; Bai Man was his lover.

Of course, he would be nice to both a lover and a pet, but these are two different kinds of affection. The former comes from the heart, while the latter is teasing, it’s deceiving.

Xu Chaomu felt a bit uncomfortable. She tilted her head and continued drawing aimlessly with her pen in hand.

The sounds of the loudspeaker and the noisy crowd from the nearby playground made Xu Chaomu lose her focus.

The sunlight streamed through the window, onto her, her books, and her fair, slender fingers.

Her mind was full of Shen Chi’s every move; even without wearing a suit today, he still looked so handsome. There was a sense of security when hiding behind him.

This feeling was something she couldn’t get with anyone else.

“Sigh,” Xu Chaomu sighed softly and squinted at the sun in the sky.

Who says the young do not know the taste of sorrow.

Her love was ultimately a hopeless sinking.

After who knows how long, the award ceremony finally ended, and the students gradually returned to the classroom while the parents dispersed.

The building was suddenly buzzing with people.

Yu Weiwei moved two chairs, one for herself and one for Xu Chaomu, almost exhausting her to death.

“Xu Chaomu, I thought you had left. The parent-teacher meeting is over. Why didn’t you come to move the chairs? I’m dead tired. And look at you, comfortably sitting on the teacher’s chair,” Yu Weiwei said with a huff, complaining.

Xu Chaomu didn’t say a word; she just lay on the desk.

“Hey, Chaomu, what’s wrong with you? Are you unhappy?” Yu Weiwei walked over, showing concern.

Xu Chaomu shook her head: “I’m fine.’

“You don’t look fine to me. Are you feeling unwell? How about I check you out?

I’ve learned quite a few recipes recently.”

“Save your recipes for Li Beiting, they’re specially for curing infertility.”

Yu Weiwei’s mouth twitched: “How do you know Li Beiting is infertile?” “…” Xu Chaomu was speechless, she had said it off the top of her head. She wondered if Li Beiting had left, and if those people had been dealt with.

“But speaking of Li Beiting, I think I saw him just now. I didn’t get a clear view, so I’m not sure if it was him,” Yu Weiwei said.

“Definitely not, why would he be at the school? He doesn’t have any kids.” “You have a point there,” Yu Weiwei giggled.

There were no classes that morning and lunchtime approached quickly, but Xu Chaomu still looked unhappy, even unable to eat her lunch.

She lay by herself at the window, watching the sun move from the east to the middle and then from the middle to the west.

After the lunch break was a political science class, which was famously known as a sleeping class, comparable to Nanfu batteries: one period outperforms six.

“Philosophy is a systematized, theorized worldview. The fundamental issue of philosophy is the relationship between thought and existence…”

The political science teacher was spewing saliva all over the podium, while underneath, students had fallen like dominos.

Yu Weiwei lay down and read her “Male Health Manual” for a while. Halfway through, she fell asleep with a snore.

But Xu Chaomu, unusually, didn’t sleep and instead took notes seriously.

She had realized a truth long ago; she couldn’t always depend on Shen Chi. One day, Shen Chi would leave her.

That day would come, eventually.

No matter how foolishly infatuated she was, she knew she didn’t deserve Shen Chi. That was the reality.

Just as Uncle Shen had said: Be clear about your own status. If you want to stand beside Shen Chi, you also have to see if you’re worthy of it.

Even Shen Chi himself had warned her: From now on, whether it’s in public or private, always remember that I’m your fourth brother. You’d better treat me like a real brother! Don’t do anything too outrageous!

A pet cat remains a pet cat; it can never become a little princess.

After political science came Chinese class, followed by English and math classes.

Xu Chaomu listened attentively, although she didn’t understand much.

However, Lou Yanli had promised to tutor her.

Suddenly, she was filled with confidence.

During the evening self-study session, she copied down the questions she didn’t understand and bought a beautiful new notebook especially for it. Even Yu Weiwei was shocked, “Whoa, is this the same Xu Chaomu?”

Yu Weiwei tried to tempt her with entertainment magazines, but Xu Chaomu remained indifferent, leaving Yu Weiwei feeling abandoned.

It was past nine in the evening when class ended, yet Xu Chaomu was still engrossed in her math problems.

Until Mr. Cheng stood at the window and knocked on the glass.

Ever since that incident, Mr. Shen had instructed him to pick up Xu Chaomu punctually.

“Uncle Cheng!” Xu Chaomu looked up, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. It wasn’t Shen Chi.

The classroom was empty; she was the only one left.

“Miss Xu, class is over, I’m here to take you home.”

“Oh, okay.” Xu Chaomu sluggishly packed her bag and followed Mr. Cheng out of the school.

Mr. Cheng walked steadily, while Xu Chaomu was full of youthful energy. Mr.

Cheng was like Xu Chaomu’s uncle, kind and loving.

“Where’s Fourth Brother?” Xu Chaomu couldn’t help but ask.

“The young master went to Miss Bai’s house,” Mr. Cheng answered truthfully.

Xu Chaomu’s disappointment deepened; she lowered her head and fiddled with her hands, no longer speaking.

The car was dim, and with her head down, no one could see her expression. After a while, she began to count her fingers again, one, two… ten; one, two…

ten; one, two… ten.

She didn’t know how many times she repeated the cycle, but finally, they arrived at the Shen family’s house.

“Miss Xu, go on up and get some sleep. I’ll pick you up for school tomorrow, ”

Mr. Cheng parked the car in the garage.

“Thank you, Uncle Cheng.”

She replied flatly, then grasped the strap of her bag and went upstairs.

She glanced up at Shen Chi’s room. The light was off; he wasn’t there.

Butler Lin had prepared her milk, which helped her sleep if drunk before bedtime.

As usual, Xu Chaomu sat down to do her homework for a while. By the time she finished, it was already half-past eleven. She drank her milk and went to bed but woke up several times during the night.

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Before, she never woke up during her sleep and always slept until naturally awake.

She thought, people do change.

The next morning, Xu Chaomu woke up at seven o’clock, and to her surprise, there were several luxury cars parked in front of the Shen family’s villa.

One of them was Shen Chi’s Maybach.

Shen Chi got out of the driver’s seat with his usual steady steps. Then he went to open the door for a black car behind him..