If You Could Hear My Heart

"Who asked you to pair up with me? You're more likely to cause me trouble. When you can't do your homework, you'll just come and copy mine. If you fail in your studies, Uncle Song will blame me." Xia Chuqing said.

"I'm just not being serious, that's all. If I start taking it seriously, that first-place position of yours won't stand a chance against me." Song Heng said with disdain.

"Well then, let's see you actually take something seriously for once."

"Just you wait. Once you go to France, I'll go too, and we'll even attend the same school. Then we'll see who gets first place."

"Fine, I'll wait for you." Xia Chuqing said.

In a foreign land where she knew no one, if Song Heng, who she had played with since childhood, could come, it wouldn't be so bad.

At this thought, she was reminded of Xiao Mo, and felt a bit sad.

She had asked him many times, and his attitude was always that he didn't like her.

If he doesn't like me, then so be it. It's not like I can't marry anyone else.

"Xia Chuqing, why do I feel like you're a bit down? What's wrong? Tell me what's making you unhappy. Let me share in your joy." Song Heng said.

"Do you even have a heart?" Xia Chuqing hit him lightly, "I'm just feeling a bit sad that we're about to graduate and I haven't dated anyone yet."

"That's easy to fix!" Song Heng patted her on the shoulder, "If you don't mind, you can date me. I'll take you to the movies, go traveling with you, take you on dates, give you flowers, give you... whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

Xia Chuqing laughed: "Are you trying to make Yingying jealous?"

"Not at all, don't talk nonsense." Song Heng spoke indifferently, "She and I have already broken up. It's not like someone like me can't find anyone else."

"You chased her for so many years, wasn't it tough?"

"I'm being serious with you. If you think it's a shame to never have dated, then date me. I promise I'll let you experience the sweetness of love!"

Xia Chuqing laughed. She knew that although Song Heng lacked other skills, he was quite adept at dating.

Unfortunately, no matter how skilled, he couldn't win over Song Yingying.

"Alright, I'm leaving in half a month. During this half month, let me experience the sweetness of dating!" Xia Chuqing agreed.

She actually knew that Song Heng could never truly forget Song Yingying, whom he had liked for many years.

Since she and Song Heng were often partners in crime, tricking him into giving her some gifts didn't seem like a bad idea.

It was as though Song Heng had seen through Xia Chuqing's schemes, and he hastily said: "This dating thing is fine, but let me be clear, I'm not giving you anything expensive. Otherwise, it wouldn't be cost-effective."

"Did I ever ask you for expensive stuff? You're so stingy, Song Heng! Have you forgotten, since childhood, who's been speaking well of you in front of Uncle Song? If it wasn't for me, would you even be alive today?"

"Alright, alright, I'm scared of you." Song Heng conceded.

Song Heng was also aware that his dad liked Xia Chuqing the most and had even hinted several times for him to pursue Xia Chuqing. Sadly, neither of them had such intentions.

"When do you plan to go abroad?" Xia Chuqing asked.

Suddenly, she felt a tinge of melancholy. Yes, in half a month, she would be leaving the country...

France was far away, and it was uncertain when she would return once she left.

"I don't know, maybe in half a year. You just wait for me." Song Heng said.

"Has your dad not made any demands?"

"He did. Once I complete my studies and come back, he'll give me shares in the company. If I perform exceptionally well, he'll let me be the president. Pretty cool, right?" Song Heng said proudly.

"That's just one reason, isn't it? Your dad probably... doesn't want you to keep entangling with Yingying anymore." Xia Chuqing said.

Song Heng's throat tightened, but he still nonchalantly said: "Miss Xia, could you please not poke at other people's wounds? I just got dumped by a girl."

"What's the big deal? You just got dumped by a girl, but you've got a 'new girlfriend' already, don't you?" Xia Chuqing patted his shoulder, comforting him.

Song Heng's mouth twitched, and he looked at Xia Chuqing steadily: "Ex-girlfriends are better."

"What did you say?" Xia Chuqing glared at him.

"Nothing much, you're better, you're best..." Song Heng was scared of her.

"I'm hungry, treat me to a meal." Xia Chuqing prepared to stand up.

"Why should I treat you? You know very well, I need my money to woo girls!" Song Heng exclaimed.

"Say that again, aren't I your girlfriend?" Xia Chuqing roared.

"..." Song Heng almost forgot about that, his mouth twitching as he said, "Does that mean I have to treat you to meals from now on?"

"That's the least of it! You'll treat me to meals, give me gifts, be at my beck and call, do as I say and not the opposite, don't talk back, don't resist, don't..."

"Can I take it back?"

"Sure, if you admit you're not a man, you can take it back!"

As expected, Song Heng's mouth twitched and he fell silent.

Xia Chuqing knew him too well; he cared a lot about face, except when he was pursuing Song Yingying.

Xia Chuqing stood up proudly, clapping her hands and saying, "Let's go, to that new steakhouse."

"Miss Xia, go easy on the food!" Song Heng regretted it immensely.

"It's just half a month; how could I possibly eat you out of house and home? Is it necessary for you to be so stingy? I really misjudged you. Next time I go home, I'll have to tell Uncle Song..."

Song Heng's face was covered in dark lines as he quickly said, "Miss Xia, feel free to eat as you like."

After speaking, he muttered under his breath, "Just my bad luck."

It's just half a month anyway. Seeing that Xia Chuqing hasn't been in a good mood recently, let it be, consider it an investment.

Later, when he gets home, if Xia Chuqing says a few good words about him to his old man, his bank card can be swiped at will!

It's still a good deal!

Xia Chuqing and Song Heng walked side by side to the Western restaurant, gradually, Xiao Mo could no longer see her figure.

His car was still parked under the tree, but his chest felt as if it were being squeezed by a rope.

Annoyed and restless, he lit a cigarette.

The smoke quickly curled up in the car, and even the air was permeated with the scent of the cigarette.

Xiao Mo's long fingers held the cigarette, his gaze deep and lingering, with a trace of cold light.

He knew that she was leaving for France in half a month.

Once gone, it would be three years.

He knew how long three years were, but what could change in three years, he did not know.

The sunlight was a bit glaring, casting irregular shadows of tree leaves on his car.

Just then, suddenly, a black car stopped beside his.

Xiao Mo turned his head and glanced at it, all too familiar with the car.

Indeed, as the car window slowly rolled down, he saw Xu Chaomu in the passenger seat.

Xu Chaomu was wearing a loose rose-red dress. When Xiao Mo saw him, he also rolled down his window.

"What a coincidence, President Xiao." Xu Chaomu smiled.

Xiao Mo of course knew it was no coincidence; Xu Chaomu must be here for Xia Chuqing.

He didn't know how long Xu Chaomu had been there or what he had seen.

"Mrs. Shen." Xiao Mo said.

"So formal. Are you free? Let's chat," Xu Chaomu smiled and said.