If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 611: Chapter 611: Don’t Be Too Bullying
 

“Mr. Wen doesn’t exactly have the best temper either,” Shen Di didn’t yield, her eyes fixed on him.

Xu Chaomu tugged at Shen Chi’s sleeve and whispered, “Shen Chi, why are they arguing?”

“Get in the car!” Shen Chi glared at her.

“You should go and mediate,” Xu Chaomu urged anxiously.

“It’s none of your business, don’t worry about it.”

Xu Chaomu curled her lips, what did he mean it was none of her business? She didn’t want to see Shen Di getting into an argument with someone on her first day back in the country either.

At that moment, Shen Di released Qin Chen’s arm and walked over to Wen Zhiyuan in her high heels.

She was tall, but even in high heels, she was still a head shorter than Wen Zhiyuan.

As she approached, Wen Zhiyuan’s brows slowly furrowed.

“Mr. Wen, could you please move your car aside? We’d like to go in,” Shen Di said.

“Shen Di, I’ve told you before, your body isn’t suited for high heels,” Wen Zhiyuan frowned, his arms crossed as he looked at her.

“Wen Zhiyuan, don’t push me too far.”

Shen Di usually had a good temper, but the sight of Wen Zhiyuan seemed to unleash years of pent-up resentment.

Years ago, he was always lecturing her: Shen Di, you’re not suited for high heels; Shen Di, you can’t eat spicy foods; Shen Di, you must quit drinking…

Years later, his habit of lecturing hadn’t changed at all.

Now, Wen Zhiyuan actually smiled, his smile as refreshing as a breeze after the rain: “I don’t need to.”

Having said that, he didn’t speak another word to Shen Di and got in his car.

Shen Di stood outside, the sun shining on her face, a bead of sweat trickling down from the tip of her nose.

Qin Chen walked up to her and handed her a handkerchief: “Adi.”

Shen Di accepted it, but her gaze never left Wen Zhiyuan’s car.

She was watching his car back up!

After all, Wen Zhiyuan gave way, although he wasn’t the one at fault.

He reversed the car, clearing a path for Shen Di’s vehicle.

Once the car was parked, he casually rested his hands on the steering wheel, his deep gaze quietly observing the road ahead.

A slight smile played on Wen Zhiyuan’s lips, and his entire being radiated a sense of mild-mannered grace and elegance.

Only then did Shen Di give him a cold glance before turning and getting back into her own car. Soon after, Qin Chen followed her in.

The Rolls-Royce slowly started, maneuvering around the side of Wen Zhiyuan’s Mercedes, driving forward.

Shen Chi and Xu Chaomu also got into the car, although Xu Chaomu was entirely confused and didn’t understand any of it.

She had heard that Wen Zhiyuan used to be Shen Di’s family doctor before being replaced by this man named Qin Chen.

She also heard from Shen Chi that Wen Zhiyuan left Shen Di’s service because her temper was so bad that he simply couldn’t attend to her needs.

However, having spent a while with Shen Di, Xu Chaomu didn’t think her temper was bad at all.

The Rolls-Royce and the Maybach drove off to the Shen Family home, one after the other, and long after both cars had disappeared, the black Mercedes slowly moved…

By the time they arrived at the Shen Family home, the butler had already been eagerly waiting at the door.

As soon as she saw the car bringing back Miss Shen Di, she quickly led a group of servants to greet them.

It had been many years since she last saw Miss Shen Di.

In her memories, Shen Di was still the same demure and gentle young lady, reserved but virtuous.

The butler was excited in her heart; as soon as Shen Di’s car stopped, she hurried to open the car door for her.

“Miss,” the butler called out joyfully, her voice filled with happiness.

Qin Chen was the first to get out of the car, and after stepping out, he reached out to help Shen Di.

“Take it slow.” Qin Chen’s voice was tender, his eyes affectionate like gentle streams, his warm palm supporting Shen Di’s hand as he helped her out of the car.

Under the sun, Shen Di gave him a slight smile.

Xu Chaomu in the Maybach witnessed this tender moment and felt a surge of soft emotion, almost entranced by the sight.

“Get out.”

Shen Chi unbuckled his seatbelt and gruffly snapped her out of it.

Startled by him, she came to her senses and uttered a faint “Oh,” as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

“So fierce,” Xu Chaomu looked at him disdainfully.

By this time, Shen Chi had already gotten out of the car, with a servant coming to open the door for Xu Chaomu.

Xu Chaomu stepped out of the car, the blazing sunlight hitting her face, and she raised her hand to shield it slightly.

Ahead, Qin Chen and Shen Di walked side by side, with servants holding parasols above them.

From behind, the two under the umbrella appeared exceptionally harmonious.

Shen Di, taking Qin Chen’s arm, followed his pace, walking toward the Shen home together.

Xu Chaomu looked at them, then glanced at Shen Chi.

Seeing her daydreaming again, Shen Chi was helplessly frustrated. He walked over, took her hand with dominance, and pulled her toward the Shen home.

“Shen Chi, you’re so violent, you hurt me!” she murmured.

Xu Chaomu’s wrist throbbed with pain, this man, not knowing how to treat a lady gently, why couldn’t he learn even a bit of tenderness from others?

“Hurt? Are you made of paper?” Shen Chi said gruffly, glancing down at her.

“You should learn from Mr. Qin,” Xu Chaomu replied irritably.

“You like someone like Qin Chen?” Shen Chi said, looking down at her, a flicker of danger crossing his face.

Xu Chaomu’s hand trembled. Oh, the man was jealous again.

So, she quickly smiled, “No, no, no, I just like Mr. Shen, just like you.”

“Hmm.” Mr. Shen kept a stern face, then finally lifted his head in a proud manner and continued walking toward the Shen home, leading her by the hand.

Xu Chaomu patted her chest and stole a couple of glances at him, knowing not to provoke this jealous man.

When Shen Di entered the Shen home, she looked all around, her gaze lingering.

“The Shen Family home hasn’t changed a bit,” Shen Di said with a smile to the butler.

“Yes, Miss, the Shen home remains the same, though I’ve grown older,” the butler said with a laugh.

“You don’t look old at all, butler, you look just as young as before, exactly the same,” Shen Di complimented.

“Miss, you always know how to make me happy,” the butler was clearly pleased.

“Oh, that orange tree is still there! I remember planting it with my own hands when I was a kid,” Shen Di suddenly saw a tall and lush orange tree in the yard, a nostalgic look on her face.

She tugged at Qin Chen’s arm, pointing at the orange tree, “Qin Chen, look at that orange tree. I planted it for fun on my tenth birthday. I didn’t expect it to have grown so lush after all these years.”

“Does it bear oranges?” Qin Chen asked with a smile.

“Butler, does it still bear oranges every year?” Shen Di turned to ask the butler.

“Yes, it does. Every year it produces a basket of very sweet oranges. Miss, if you don’t leave this year, the oranges will be ripe in a few months,” the butler replied.

Shen Di smiled, but remained silent, a tinge of melancholy dawning between her brows.

She couldn’t stay; her health was poor, and she had always been recuperating in a specific hospital in Australia. Even this return was accompanied by many medications.