If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 633: The Incurable Disease

Chapter 633: Chapter 633: The Incurable Disease

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It’s true that one often regrets not studying earlier only when one’s hair has turned white… Xu Chaomu is feeling just that now.

Back then, when Shen Chi asked her to learn Taekwondo with him, she was so smitten that she could only stare at him instead of learning; later, Shen Chi tried to teach her piano, but again, she was so smitten, she just stared and didn’t learn; and then, whenever she couldn’t solve a problem, Shen Chi would teach her, but still, smitten, she would just stare and still not get it…

In fairness, it wasn’t entirely her fault. Had it been an old man or a female teacher, she probably would have succeeded long ago.

It was all Shen Chi’s fault.

Thinking this, she felt balanced in her heart.

Just as Shen Di was pulling out her violin, the music room door was knocked.

“Miss, are you there?” It was Butler Ling.

“I am.” Shen Di stopped.

“Mr. Wen called, said he has brought back some medicine for you.” Butler Ling said.

“Please help me pick it up, Butler,” Shen Di said indifferently.

“Well… Mr. Wen said for you to get it yourself.”

“I won’t go.” Shen Di didn’t even think about it, immediately refusing outright.

“Miss, perhaps you should go, Mr. Wen means well,” Butler Ling advised.

“Yes, sister, why don’t I accompany you?” Xu Chaomu was also persuading.

“Fine, I’ll go.” Shen Di carefully set down her violin, her expression slightly detached.

Xu Chaomu and Butler Ling exchanged a look, watching as Shen Di walked out of the music room.

Shen Di went alone; she knew that Wen Zhiyuan also lived in the luxurious villa complex of Splendid World.

The moonlight was soft and warm that night, the shallow lunar glow casting a gentle breeze across her body in comforting waves. The air was filled with fragrance, and in the moonlight, everything seemed draped in a hazy luminescence.

Shen Di was dressed simply and casually, her feet in the slippers she usually wore around the house, not bothering to change them.

Her long hair was nonchalantly clipped up with a hairpin, giving her an air of casual laziness.

She walked along the villa complex roads toward the Wen residence, taking in the scenery as she went.

Soon, she arrived at the entrance to the Wen family’s villa.

The gate was open, and a servant was cleaning the courtyard. She stood at the entrance, glancing inside the villa.

Naturally, the villa was not as large as the Shen family’s, but it was exquisitely elegant. Both the outside and the inside lights of the villa were bright, lighting up the whole building as if it were daylight.

Taking a breath, Shen Di walked in.

“Is Doctor Wen here?” Shen Di asked the cleaning servant softly.

“He is.” The servant nodded.

But before the servant could go inside to announce her, Wen Zhiyuan came out.

Wen Zhiyuan appeared to have just taken a bath, wearing a gray robe, his hair still damp.

Shen Di’s attire was casual, and so was his; the two of them seeing each other like this almost seemed like it had been arranged.

Under the light, Wen Zhiyuan’s eyes were clear, emitting a subdued glossy gleam. The corners of his lips held a faint, half-smile.

He stood on the steps, looking down at Shen Di below him.

Shen Di advanced a few steps, extending her hand, “I’m here for the medicine.”

Shen Di was expressionless, just subtly blinking as she looked at Wen Zhiyuan.

Her naturally soft features, under the gentle lighting, seemed even more delicate and graceful. With each blink of her star-like eyes, her dense, long lashes trembled slightly.

Shen Di was direct, and Wen Zhiyuan’s lips curled slightly.

“Have you eaten dinner?” he asked softly, his warm voice especially pleasant to hear.

“I’m here for the medicine.” Shen Di repeated.

Her hand was still outstretched, waiting for Wen Zhiyuan to hand over the medicine.

The last time Shen Chi had asked Wen Zhiyuan to bring her medicine, she had been quite reluctant; but later on, Shen Chi still called Wen Zhiyuan.

Wen Zhiyuan shook his head slightly, his arms crossed, a half-smile on his face, “I know you are here for the medicine.”

In his mind, she was just as stubborn as ever, and besides, unwilling to listen to him talk.

As if every word he said tested her patience.

As though his words were unpleasant to hear, Wen Zhiyuan was rather helpless.

“Mm, then give me the medicine,” Shen Di looked at him.

After five years, the man was still as dashing and refined as ever, exuding the charm of a mature man even more than before.

Having returned home for many days now, she had yet to see Wen Zhiyuan with a girlfriend or wife. Shen Chi had told her he was still single.

“Alright.” Wen Zhiyuan said nothing more, sensing that Shen Di wanted to avoid conversation.

He turned and went inside, while Shen Di waited outside.

In no time, he reappeared with a bag in hand.

“The medicine you need is in here,” Wen Zhiyuan handed the bag to her, frowning deeply, “Why are you still taking so much medicine?”

Shen Di took it, unconcerned, “The disease is incurable anyway, what difference does it make how much medicine I take?”

“Taking too much medication certainly harms the body; don’t you have any common sense,” Wen Zhiyuan’s voice got deeper.

“You know so much, just take good care of your own health,” Shen Di said pointedly. “There’s no need for you to worry about me; I don’t want you to.”

Every time he snapped at her, she lost her good temper as well.

“With Qin Chen around, of course I don’t need to worry,” he shot back. “You think I want to worry about you?”

“Then don’t meddle,” Shen Di said brusquely.

Having said that, she turned and strode away, bag in hand.

Her long dress fluttered in the wind, her figure graceful, slender, and captivating from behind.

Wen Zhiyuan was resigned; she still had the same temperament.

After not seeing her for five years, he had thought perhaps she had changed, but it seems he had overestimated her. The young lady’s temper had not changed one bit.

After leaving the Wen residence, Shen Di headed straight back to the Shen family.

Their encounter had been brief, the total words exchanged not beyond ten sentences.

Wen Zhiyuan remained on the steps, watching Shen Di walk away. After she left, he didn’t turn back, not even once.

Wen Zhiyuan was presumably used to her temperament. After all, wasn’t it because of a quarrel they had five years ago that he had left Australia and returned to his homeland?

Well, at least she was getting along well with Qin Chen now.

Carrying the medicine, Shen Di walked on. As she did, she took out the medicine.

There were several different kinds, all the ones she frequently used. Even so, Wen Zhiyuan had still marked each type with instructions on how to take them.

They say doctors’ handwriting is hard to read, but she was more than familiar with Wen Zhiyuan’s writing.

Stable, yet with a touch of defiance, she had seen his handwriting for many years.

Years had passed, but it hadn’t changed.

Each box of medicine bore his handwriting, merely informing her how to take the medication.

Shen Di glanced at it a few times, smiled faintly, and tossed the medicine back into the bag.

When Shen Di got home, Xu Chaomu was sitting in the living room chatting with Qin Chen.

Xu Chaomu found that Qin Chen knew quite a lot, sharing many interesting stories that made her laugh happily.

Xu Chaomu knitted a sweater while listening to him. She thought, Shen Di must be in a good mood being with Qin Chen.