If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 209: Success or Failure Depends on This Moment

Translator: 549690339

“Forget about her, I have something important to tell you.” Shen Shihan handed the red wine in his hand to Zhou Peitian.

“Alright, no more talking.”

Zhou Peitian immediately became serious again. He sat down on the sofa, facing Shen Shihan directly.

“Peitian, you should know what I want to talk to you about.” Shen Shihan said.

“You want to ask about my contact with the Feili Group?”

“Just tell me everything, I’m listening.” Shen Shihan held his wine with composure.

Under the dim light, Shen Shihan’s stern face appeared particularly enchanting.

Zhou Peitian took a light sip of his drink and slowly began, “Lu Feili is very astute. She said she could join hands with you, Mr. Third Young Master, and even provide capital, but she made it clear that she would stay in the background and absolutely not show her face.”

“A mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; she’s afraid that if things fail, Shen Chi could turn all his firepower on her, and then her Feili Group would be finished,” Shen Shihan chuckled.

“Third Young Master, not only that, this woman also said that once the project succeeds, she wants a 30% stake!”

“Indeed greedy.”

“Yeah, so, Third Young Master, are we still partnering with her or looking for another company?”

“There’s no time. Shen Chi is about to leave for South Africa.”

“Third Young Master, do you know the exact time Shen Chi will go to South Africa?”

“I don’t even have a clear time, let alone who he is taking and how he is going; I know nothing!”

Suddenly, Shen Shihan’s jawline stiffened, a trace of coldness forming at his lips.

“Shen Chi is really good at keeping secrets,” Zhou Peitian frowned.

“He’s always been like this, one thing on the surface and another behind the back; no one knows what’s on his mind. He held several meetings in the group publicly regarding the trip to South Africa, but secretly, he conducted countless secret meetings.”

It seemed to be a regular affair for Shen Shihan, his tone indifferent.

“That won’t do, Third Young Master. You must find a way to find out. Success or failure hinges on this one action; the diamond mine in South Africa is no ordinary matter.”

“Then let Lu Feili prepare early, preferably to get a head start.” Shen Shihan suggested.

“Given Shen Chi’s character, he probably has already planted spies in South Africa. Any move we make will surely prompt his response,” Zhou Peitian said.

“Then, Peitian, do you think there is anything in this world that can disturb Shen Chi’s mind?”

Zhou Peitian lifted his glass, thought for a moment, and shook his head.

“I can’t imagine it; he’s so calculating, how could he let anyone easily find his weakness.”

“Then let me tell you,” Shen Shihan said lightly, “What do you think about Bai Man?”

Zhou Peitian shook his head again, “Does Shen Chi like Bai Man? I doubt it. Although they grew up together from childhood, Shen Chi’s marriage to Bai Man is purely a mutually beneficial affair for both families. If we’re talking about a weakness, Bai Man probably doesn’t count.”

“Peitian, you have a sharp eye,” Shen Shihan chuckled.

“Third Young Mister, you flatter me.”

Zhou Peitian laughed, sitting lazily on the sofa.

“Then Peitian, do you think Shen Chi is really invulnerable?”

“I… really can’t think of any weaknesses of his. It seems like there’s nothing one could hold over him.”

“Peitian, does Shen Chi have a sister, you know?”

“A sister?” Zhou Peitian was momentarily puzzled, but after a long pondering, he suddenly realized, “Eight years ago, I heard that Mrs. Zhou adopted a little girl, but I didn’t hear much about it.”

“Her name is Xu Chaomu.”

“Oh yes, I’ve heard a little, but nobody paid attention to the little girl. Third Young Master, your point is…”

“She is Shen Chi’s greatest weakness.”

Clearly disbelieving, Zhou Peitian said, “A girl who has no blood relation to the Shen Family?”

“Shen Chi cares about her, even loves her,” Shen Shihan stated flatly.

Zhou Peitian was utterly confused; he had never even considered this possibility.

“Third Young Master, please explain more clearly, I don’t understand.”

“To put it plainly, Shen Chi would give up everything for Xu Chaomu.”

“Third Young Master, you must be joking. A person like Shen Chi, cruel and ruthless, you say he’s willing to give up everything for a woman, I don’t believe it.”

“I’ll find a way to make you believe,” Shen Shihan curled his lips.

“Fine, I’ll wait, but I certainly don’t believe it,” Zhou Peitian said challengingly.

“He has protected her too well, so that almost no one knows that Xu Chaomu is the most important person in Shen Chi’s heart.”

“Considering what you said, Third Young Master, does Miss Bai Man, Bai Man, know?”

“Bai Man is already suspicious, but during the last press conference, Shen Chi skillfully evaded the issue and quelled Bai Man’s doubts. But Bai Man is too cunning; she probably won’t let it go so easily,” Shen Shihan said.

“Third Young Master, could you be mistaken? How could Shen Chi have affection for a girl picked up from an orphanage with no parents?”

“Love is a feeling.”

“Oh, since when did the Third Young Master become so romantically inclined?”

“Enough talk, just drink,” Shen Shihan said casually.

Shen Shihan and Zhou Peitian chatted for a long time, discussing the South African diamond project, discussing Xu Chaomu, and many other topics.

Before they knew it, Shen Shihan had had a few extra drinks. When he left the private room, it was already one o’clock in the morning.

Everything was shrouded in a fog, and the air was thick with moisture.

Shen Shihan put on his coat and walked towards a nearby hotel.

He drank a bit too much to drive back to the Shen Family’s home.

But, as he was leaning on the wall to walk, he saw a woman crouched in the corner of Weiyang.

She was hugging her arms, as if shivering.

Shen Shihan furrowed his brows, recognizing the figure; he stepped forward.

He was drunk, and his head felt very dizzy at the moment.

“Mo Shuifu?” He squinted his eyes, bent down, and smiled faintly.

Mo Shuifu, hearing the sound, quickly stood up and kept several steps’ distance from Shen Shihan.

In the weak light, her small face was slightly pale, her large eyes showing panic, like a deer lost from its path.

She clearly cried before; her face was streaked with tears, and even her hair was messy.

She avoided Shen Shihan as if avoiding an enemy.

“Ha, are you afraid of me?” Shen Shihan’s lips curled slightly.

He too had drunk too much, and when that happened, he tended to talk more.

“Yes, I’m afraid of you, so stay away from me,” Mo Shuifu said warily, backing away.

As she retreated, she prepared to run.

But Shen Shihan, with quick reflexes, grabbed her wrist from behind with force.

“Afraid of what? I’m not going to eat you, really such ungratefulness,” Shen Shihan spoke with slight exasperation.

“There’s no need for you, Third Young Master Shen, to pick on me. Let go of my hand.”

Mo Shuifu tried to pull her wrist out of his grip, but she was no match for Shen Shihan’s strength.

By the light, she saw that the wine stains on his shirt were almost dry.

But as he approached her, she could smell a strong scent of alcohol.

She frowned.

She knew that a man drunk on alcohol was like a madman.