If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 1611: His Embrace, Warm as Such (4)
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Mr. Xiao, I forgot about this." Xia Chuqing quickly apologized.
She really did forget about it; she had been feeling dizzy lately and was indeed distracted.
Actually, it was all because he confessed his feelings to her, making her unable to focus at work.
"Forget it, just remember next time."
"Okay, got it."
Xiao Mo glanced at his watch, it was almost ten o’clock, he had to go to a meeting.
"Bring your laptop and follow me to the conference room. You’ll be taking notes for the meeting later," Xiao Mo said.
"Okay, right away."
Xia Chuqing was incredibly busy as soon as she got to the Group; there were indeed many things to handle on her first day.
Xiao Mo was also not idle, holding back-to-back morning meetings and following up on several project progress reports from before the year-end.
Secretary Lin understood everything the moment she saw the clothes on Xia Chuqing. It seemed that the person who captured Mr. Xiao’s heart was indeed Xia Chuqing.
Xia Chuqing was so busy that she didn’t even have time for lunch, constantly handling documents.
As a result, she was so busy she forgot her period was still ongoing, and her stomach hurt badly.
When Xiao Mo returned to the office, he saw her with one hand covering her stomach while moving the mouse with the other, intently staring at the excel sheet. So dedicated!
"I didn’t ask you to rush the report for me." Xiao Mo glanced at her, bent down, and whispered in her ear, "Stomachache?"
Xia Chuqing was startled: "Mr. Xiao... please don’t..."
The office door wasn’t even closed, and he was so blatant!
"What am I doing?" Xiao Mo was very straightforward and innocent.
"Could you... keep some distance? I... I need to work."
Xiao Mo smirked without arguing and left the office.
Not long after, he brought a cup of brown sugar tea for her: "Drink it while it’s hot."
When she smelled the familiar scent, Xia Chuqing’s eyes warmed, and she quickly lowered her head. She never thought Xiao Mo would be so considerate; he actually cared about her...
She picked up the warm cup of tea, and her heart felt a bit warmer.
"Mr. Xiao, about Uncle and Aunt..." she asked during lunchtime.
Xiao Mo stood by the window, his long legs crossed, holding an unlit cigarette between his fingers.
"I’ll handle it."
"Okay."
They chatted casually for a few minutes, with Xiao Mo mostly trying to find topics to talk about.
It was a busy first day at work, so Xiao Mo didn’t talk much with Xia Chuqing before he went off to handle other matters.
In the evening, he asked Xia Chuqing to return to the hotel first, while he stayed to work overtime.
The rain poured all day, showing no signs of stopping even in the evening.
After working overtime, it was already past eight o’clock when he drove back home.
Xiao’s father and mother had been waiting for him, eager to talk face-to-face. Whether it was anger or resentment, after all, he was their son, it wouldn’t go as far as making enemies of each other!
As soon as the living room door opened, Xiao’s father, sitting on the sofa, was taken aback.
"Dad," Xiao Mo called out.
"Hmph."
"Where’s Mom?"
"Your mom is so upset with you that she’s been in bed all day, feeling very unwell."
"I’ll go check on her."
"Don’t pretend to care; you know full well it’s your fault she’s upset."
"Mom is forgiving, unlike you, Dad," Xiao Mo chuckled.
No family holds grudges overnight, and over the years, Xiao’s father and mother had tolerated his rebellious phase.
What’s more, he was no longer the reckless young boy he used to be; he was mature now.
Xiao’s mother seemed to have heard him, as she draped on a coat and emerged from the guest room, saying indifferently, "No need to see me, I’m just fine."
"Mom, are you still upset with me? I’d like to apologize." Xiao Mo looked up at her on the stairs.
"I can’t accept it."
"Well... then who should I give this new bag and lipstick to?" Xiao Mo glanced at the shopping bag in his hand, "The lipsticks have several shades, and some of them are limited edition, not easy to buy."
Xiao’s mother pursed her lips, unmoved.
Xiao’s father hurriedly said, "You should keep them to please your woman; your mom doesn’t fall for that!"
"Then forget it, there’s also a pair of Jimmy Choo nude strappy heels. I think they’re quite pretty. The sales assistant said they’re new, though I don’t really know. Maybe I should return them." Xiao Mo said nonchalantly.
"Hmph, it’s for your woman, right? She didn’t like it, so you’re giving it to me?" Xiao’s mother asked, her expression still indifferent.
"Is that so? Her feet are quite small, but this pair is your size," Xiao Mo replied, "Besides, only your son would buy them for you, don’t count on Dad, who’s such a chauvinist, to get you anything."
"Are you looking for a beating?" Xiao’s father said angrily, "The things I buy for your mom aren’t few! You think you’re the only one who can do it!"
"Oh, when Mom wants nude, you buy pink; when Mom wants shade number 12 in a square tube, you buy a round tube 12; when Mom wants liquid foundation, you buy foundation cream."
Feeling embarrassed, Xiao’s father dismissively said, "It’s all the same!"
As soon as Xiao’s mother heard this, she got angry, clattering down the stairs to tug on Xiao’s father’s ear, "You dare say it’s the same? It’s so different, don’t you know? I’ve been telling you for decades, you never learn! For women’s things, it can never just be ’almost the same’!"
Xiao Mo smirked, taking the opportunity to take the heels out of the shopping bag: "Mom, try them on. I think they’ll suit you well."
Xiao’s father was fuming; to him, it was all about the same!
Whenever Xiao’s mother got mad, Xiao Mo liked to buy her things to cheer her up. Sometimes it was a limited edition handbag, other times perfume—always things women liked.
Over time, he had become quite knowledgeable about these items.
Moreover, Shen Group focused on high-end, fashionable lines, so he knew a little about it as well.
As a result, his purchases mostly suited Xiao’s mother’s taste.
In addition, he could often get his hands on items others couldn’t, satisfying Xiao’s mother’s vanity.
Whenever she received these gifts, Xiao’s mother would love to showcase them in her social circle, adding a note: "A gift from my son."
However, this time, Xiao’s mother was really angry, so one single gift wouldn’t resolve it.
Though Xiao’s mother’s face was still stern, she couldn’t resist saying, "Well, I’ll try them on, although I already have several pairs in this color," and she slipped off her slippers.
"With this pair, you can throw out the others. How good could the ones Dad bought be?" Xiao Mo taunted.
"You! Why don’t you just fly to the sky!" Xiao’s father was infuriated.
The smooth lines, the sparkle of the gems, and the delicate laces were all exceptionally perfect.
"Yes, they suit Mom very well, they’re practically made for her," Xiao Mo praised once she put them on.
"Kid, if you have something to say, spit it out. Your mom won’t be bribed by these!" Xiao’s father said coldly, "Don’t expect us to accept that woman!"
Xiao’s mother took off the shoes, casually remarking, "Shoes are good shoes, but the son isn’t a good son."
