If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 307: Don’t Want to Have Kids Anymore

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The young nurse didn’t care how ugly Shen Shihan’s face looked; she just felt it was quite unfair to Mo Shuifu.

Moreover, a woman’s intuition told her that this man very likely was the father of the child.

The young nurse sighed, “She lay in the ward for three days and three nights, hardly eating anything, hardly speaking. Only when I occasionally asked her something, would she respond. Today, when I told her she could be discharged, she silently packed her things and left.”

“She didn’t say anything? How is her health?”

“She didn’t say much; just that she really dislikes the child’s father and that she doesn’t want to have children anymore,” the young nurse said, “When she left, her health had mostly recovered; there weren’t any problems. It’s just that…”

The young nurse hesitated, unsure whether she should continue.

“Just what?” Shen Shihan frowned.

“It’s just that, our department’s senior doctor said after the surgery, her uterine lining is too thin, and she might not be able to conceive again in the future…”

Those words struck Shen Shihan like a bolt of lightning.

Was this the retribution heaven had dealt him? Coming so swiftly…

Why hadn’t he caught up with her that day? If he had, such a thing would not have happened.

If he had known she was pregnant, he definitely wouldn’t have let her go.

From head to toe, he felt ice-cold.

“Sir, what is your relationship with Miss Mo? Her husband?” The young nurse was still very curious.

From the man’s expression, it was clear he cared a lot about Mo Shuifu. But if he cared so much, why hadn’t he come to see Miss Mo at the hospital one time in three days and three nights?

The young nurse thought the people nowadays were really interesting.

“Hmm,” Shen Shihan nodded and responded, his gaze filled with endless sorrow.

The young nurse was confused, “What does ‘hmm’ mean? Yes or no?”

Forget it, if the young nurse couldn’t figure it out, she just said to him, “Sir, if there’s nothing else, then I’ll be going.”

Shen Shihan didn’t speak again, and the young nurse pouted and ran off.

Slowly, Shen Shihan walked to the bedside.

The bed had already been cleaned, without leaving a single trace.

Shen Shihan’s heart ached; a miscarriage… she must have been in so much pain.

Why, why did she become pregnant at this time, when he was completely unaware?

And yet, the child was lost.

Shen Shihan had never imagined that he was only a step away from fatherhood. Did heaven really have to punish him in such a way?

His fist clenched gradually, his face etched with pain.

“Shui Fu…”

His voice was hoarse and laden with agony, his eyes filled with tears.

That day, Shen Shihan sat in the hospital ward for an entire day.

He recalled every moment he had spent with her, yet the warm memories were very few. When she was with him, it was mostly out of dislike…

Only that day in the supermarket, there was no such distance between them.

She always treated him as a debtor, but for him, she was a poison etched into his fate, one that could not be removed even in an eternal cycle of lifetimes.

Night fell, the on-duty doctor came to check the wards, urging Shen Shihan to leave, and only then did he slowly stand up, his eyes reluctant.

But in the end, he left the ward, his steps extraordinarily heavy.

He returned to his car, where a handbag lay quietly on the passenger seat.

Beige, with a diamond pattern.

It was Mo Shuifu’s bag…

He couldn’t give it back to her now, not ever again.

He had said he would let her go, so this lifetime, there would be no more chances to meet.

But never had he imagined, to let her go with such pain. Leaving himself with endless sorrow…

He remained in the hospital parking lot, sitting silently in his car.

The handbag lay quietly beside him, as if she were still there, as if the air still carried her light fragrance.

With eyes closed, his handsome and resolute face was all grief and despair.

The nurse’s words echoed in his ears: she said she really dislikes the child’s father and that she doesn’t want to have children anymore.

She hated him, he had always known.

But he never imagined she could hate him to such an extent.

Three days ago, he had said, this lifetime, you’ll either marry me or be alone forever. But all those words were just said in anger, if possible, he hoped she could be happy and marry a good man.

At least not like him, who never learned how to love a woman…

Cars came and went in the hospital parking lot, one arriving and another leaving.

Shen Shihan’s Ferrari sat motionless, lights off, until there were hardly any cars left in the parking lot, and then he glanced at his wristwatch.

It turned out to be two in the morning; he had been sitting there for several hours.

He drove the car into the night, lowering the window, letting the late spring breeze pour in.

He didn’t go looking for Mo Shuifu again; from then on, they would no longer cross paths…

She must take care, live a happy and secure life.

Shen Shihan’s heart felt like there was a knife twisting inside it, the thought of never seeing her again made his eyes slowly redden…

A separation, a lifetime.

In early summer, the lush greenery was dense. The sunlight streamed through tall trees, casting patchy shadows on the ground through the gaps between leaves and branches.

Such times were peaceful and tranquil.

Weiyang, VIP room.

Shen Chi had already ordered his fifth bottle of alcohol for the day.

He sat on the sofa, silent, just continuously pouring himself more drink.

It had been many days since he returned to the country, and almost every day he would come to Weiyang.

The white liquid flowed slowly against the clear glass, Shen Chi would fill the glass to the brim as soon as he arrived.

It was a pity that one bottle of alcohol was too little; soon, the bottle was empty.

“Ji Shengxuan, you really know how to do business.” Shen Chi smirked half-drunk, his face showing signs of intoxication.

There was so little alcohol in one bottle; every time he would helplessly shake the empty bottle.

When the fifth bottle was emptied and there was no more alcohol on the table, he had to press the phone to call the waiter over.

He drank the last glass of alcohol, and soon, it was down his throat.

His head hurt, his whole body was heating up; he had to take off his outer suit jacket.

Just as he was impatiently about to call someone, Ji Shengxuan pushed open the door to the room.

With only one bottle of alcohol in his hand, Ji Shengxuan closed the door, walked with long strides towards Shen Chi.

“Bringing just one bottle of alcohol can take so long, is this how you usually train your staff, Ji Shengxuan?!”

Shen Chi was half-drunk and mistook Ji Shengxuan for a waiter, not even lifting his head as he muttered impatiently.

He reached out to grab the bottle, but Ji Shengxuan pulled his hand back.

“Shen Chi, this is your fifth day at Weiyang, the twenty-ninth bottle of alcohol. You really are reckless with your life.”

Only then did Shen Chi lift up his bleary eyes, and smirking at Ji Shengxuan, he said, “You care about me that much?”