If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 619: Chapter 619: An’an and Xinxin Prepare for the Wedding
 

Having said that, Xu Chaomu hung up the phone.

She needed to hurry and get Yu Weiwei to the nearest hospital, as for Li Beiting, she would have to leave it to fate.

“Chaomu, who were you calling?” Yu Weiwei asked, still groggy.

“A doctor,” Xu Chaomu said, “He wants us to go to the First Hospital.”

“Oh…” Yu Weiwei believed her, fuzzy-headed as she was.

At that moment, her head was heavy, her feet light, and her stomach was in pain—she could barely make out Xu Chaomu’s face.

Xu Chaomu helped Yu Weiwei into her BMW and then took the driver’s seat.

Back in Paris, Nie Chenglang had taught her to drive, and even though it had been a while, she still knew how.

Li Beiting received Xu Chaomu’s call and immediately grabbed his coat and went downstairs.

Li Beiting was visibly flustered, rushing down the steps.

As he descended, he didn’t expect to find his parents still in the living room, chatting and playing chess.

They chatted and moved chess pieces, Li Beiting cast them a glance and headed straight outside.

The soft light illuminated Li Beiting’s form, his straight back looking somewhat desolate under its glow.

“Where to?” Li’s father asked nonchalantly without looking up.

“Something’s come up,” Li Beiting responded tersely and coldly.

He quickly reached the living room door and was about to open it when Li’s father’s deep and resonant voice sounded again.

“Beiting, I forgot to mention something to you.”

Li Beiting felt a jump in his chest, his brows furrowing tightly.

“Your Uncle Mi is quite fond of you and wants you to settle down and focus on the engagement preparations. Therefore, yesterday, he arranged for Yu Weiwei’s parents to go on a trip.”

Li’s father spoke casually, his gaze calmly resting on the chessboard.

Li Beiting felt as if a flame had burst forth from his abdomen—if the man before him wasn’t his father, he would have probably thrown a punch by now!

“Uncle Mi is a fucking scoundrel!”

Li Beiting turned around, his roar resonating powerfully!

His face turned dark with anger, his eyes ablaze with fury, looking very much like a lion enraged.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

With a fling of his hand, he shattered a large vase on the table with a “clang”!

The vase lay in pieces all over the floor, with shards scattered everywhere, and Li Beiting’s own hand was wounded, blood running down from the back of his hand.

Li’s mother was startled, dropping her chess piece onto the board!

The servants in the living room shook with fear, not daring to make a sound, all retreating to one side.

They didn’t even dare to lift their heads, because, at that moment, Li Beiting’s eyes were filled with murderous rage.

Li’s father was unmoved, having seen all varieties of trouble before; he calmly placed a chess piece on the board, composed and serene: “Calmly and peacefully prepare for the wedding. By that time, Yu Weiwei’s parents will also be back, happy from their trip.”

“I don’t care who it is, but if anyone dares to touch them, don’t blame me, Li Beiting, for not recognizing family!”

“Heh,” Li’s father remained unaffected, his face as smooth as ever, “Beiting, they’re enjoying their trip, isn’t it better not to disturb them?”

Li Beiting didn’t want to listen at all, his mind was filled with thoughts of Yu Weiwei—Xu Chaomu had said she had a stomachache and had gone to the hospital…

He stepped over the debris on the floor, intending to leave.

Li’s father spoke again: “Your Uncle Mi said if you really miss the girl surnamed Yu so much, you can go and see her. After all, it’s only human to feel this way, and he’s quite understanding about it,”

Li’s father paused, then continued, “However, this one meeting should come at a price, don’t you think? Beiting.”

As expected, Li Beiting came to a halt, his teeth clenched in anger.

“From a young age, your father has told you, there are no free deals, and no one will make sacrifices for you without expecting something in return.”

Li’s father spoke in a dull tone, his head bowed throughout, seriously studying the chess game.

Li’s mother wanted to speak, but each time she just moved her lips, swallowing her words back down.

She didn’t like Yu Weiwei very much either, so she turned a blind eye to everything the Mi Family did.

After all, what is a man’s love? Now he might be head over heels, but in the future, who knows, he might change.

Li Beiting, in the end, simply hadn’t thought it through, too deeply trapped in so-called love.

“Huh…” Li Beiting chuckled coldly, his smile like a blooming poppy flower.

On his wrist, he had never learned even a tenth of what his father and Uncle Mi could do.

“It’s getting late, Huixian. Let’s continue tomorrow.”

Having said that, Li’s father stood up, holding his teacup, and left the living room.

“Ah,” Li’s mother uttered, following Li’s father out of the living room and heading toward the bedroom.

Once they left, the servant crept in, trembling, to clean the living room.

Li Beiting stood still, fists clenched, eyes bloodshot.

But in the end, he still didn’t step out…

He wouldn’t joke about Yu Weiwei and her parents, even if he was bluffing, he wouldn’t use them as a bet.

The light in front of him was blurry, like pieces of shattered glass.

The blood on the back of his hand continued to drip down, drop by drop, staining the floor red…

Xu Chaomu took Yu Weiwei to the emergency room by himself; fortunately, it wasn’t anything serious.

The doctor hooked up an IV for Yu Weiwei and warned repeatedly that she absolutely shouldn’t drink alcohol in the near future.

“Weiwei, did you hear that? Not just for the near future, you’re not allowed to drink ever again.”

The somewhat sober Yu Weiwei, with the IV drip, held her head, speaking faintly, “I drank alcohol…?”

“My goodness, you don’t even remember drinking? Yu Weiwei, let me tell you, you cannot drink anymore. Drinking is too harmful to the body, and besides, when drunk you might… might do that thing. As a girl, you should be more careful.” Xu Chaomu was very stern, continuously warning her.

“I would like to do that thing, but no one wants to do that thing with me…” Yu Weiwei, holding her head, ached so much.

“I’ll go get your medicine,” the young male doctor, face turning red, adjusted his glasses and looked down as he walked away.

Seeing the doctor’s expression, Xu Chaomu couldn’t help but laugh.

When the doctor was completely gone, Xu Chaomu burst out laughing.

“Weiwei, we scared the doctor away,” he said.

Half-drunk Yu Weiwei, holding her forehead, sighed, “A grown man, so bashful.”

“Do you really expect him to join in on your topic?” Xu Chaomu laughed.

“Yeah, we could’ve had a nice chat. How fun, right? Nights on call can be so boring,” Yu Weiwei spoke with experience.

“Psh, he obviously just graduated not long ago.”

“The way you say it makes me sound so old,” Yu Weiwei sighed.

Xu Chaomu, seeing that Yu Weiwei was a lot more sober, felt much relieved. He stayed with her in the infusion room, chatting.

“Chaomu, you should go back and sleep. You’re pregnant, and you shouldn’t tire yourself out. Once my IV is done, I’ll take a cab back,” Yu Weiwei said.

“No way, I need to make sure you’re okay. What if you drunkenly pull a fast one on the male doctor? I’d have to apologize on your behalf,” Xu Chaomu replied seriously.

Yu Weiwei held her forehead: “Do I look like that sort of person?”

“Yes!” Xu Chaomu nodded solemnly.

“Then you lie down and get some sleep. I can’t risk tiring you out; if something happened, someone would kill me.”

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