If You Could Hear My Heart - Chapter 644

Chapter 644: Chapter 644: Even If It Costs Life
 

Ever since the breakup, she kept this love deeply hidden in her heart, no longer letting it slip out easily.

Once wounded, a person doesn’t dare to love again so readily.

At the very least, the wound requires three years, five years, or even ten years, a lifetime to heal.

Time had passed by three years, she thought that it would be enough, but, reality told her, it was not at all.

When she learned of his engagement, she ran to the bars day and night, drinking without stopping, not saying anything, hiding everything in her heart.

But hidden for too long, these thoughts turned into sharp knives, slowly grinding away at her heart.

Three years, was far from enough.

She loved Li Beiting, very much, so very much…

“Putting everything aside, Weiwei, answer me…”

Li Beiting’s affectionate eyes gazed into hers, his voice somewhat hoarse and choked.

“Love…” She closed her eyes and finally spoke.

This one word, unraveling layer by layer, seemed to take all her life’s strength.

The despair in Li Beiting’s eyes vanished instantly, replaced by joy and madness, he just knew, she loved him…

He just wanted this answer, the rest, he would solve one by one, even if it cost him his life.

At last, his kiss became uncontrollable.

He kissed her, passionately, he lusted for every bit of her flavor… His passion had spread out completely, like a warm breeze blowing across the ends of the earth.

His palm was scorching hot, and with her eyes closed, she no longer resisted.

Every time, she felt differently, wanting to resist yet unable to reject.

“Ah…” She closed her eyes, her eyebrows tightly furrowed.

“Weiwei, I love you, trust me.” This time, he solemnly promised her.

Yu Weiwei didn’t speak, her drunkenness setting in, her world reduced to chaos and muddleheadedness.

The air was thick with pleasure, and in the room, a red rose was blooming fiercely and warmly.

Li Beiting knew, today, he had made a promise to her, from tomorrow on, he would be an enemy to the whole world.

He had said that, even if at the cost of his life, he just wanted to hear her say, she still loved him…

He reached out and turned off the light, removing his suit jacket…

In the darkness of the room, he entwined with her in a deadly embrace…

Yu Weiwei didn’t resist anymore, letting him kiss her, until a certain moment…

She arched in pain, her eyebrows tightly furrowed.

She grasped his back tightly, the pain making her wish to dig her nails into his flesh.

This man, he really didn’t know how to treat a woman.

She believed it now, he hadn’t touched another woman.

“You… be gentle…” In the darkness, she finally whispered a plea to him, it was very painful, even more so than the first time…

They were intertwined with each other, all through the night.

That night, he fell asleep holding her. He hugged her tight, truly afraid that all this was just a dream, that upon waking, everything would scatter like foam…

Thankfully, it wasn’t.

When the first ray of morning light hit the thick curtains, Yu Weiwei instinctively woke up.

She usually got up early for work, as her research institute was still getting off the ground and needed her.

The sunlight streamed in, shining on the spacious bed, while continuous birdsong came from outside the window.

She moved slightly, gasping in pain.

Her entire body felt as if it had been run over by wheels, moving one bit was painful.

It wasn’t just her body; her head was also in pain, a throbbing ache…

Indeed, she had drunk too much again last night, and when she drank too much, troubles ensued.

She turned her head and glanced at the instigator. Li Beiting was sleeping soundly; his hand had been wrapped around her waist all night without letting go.

His face bore a contented expression, and Yu Weiwei patted her head—had she said anything last night?

Why did Li Beiting come to her house?

Wasn’t he supposed to be at the hotel, getting engaged to Mi Fei?

And to delve deeper, wasn’t he supposed to be sleeping in the same bed as Mi Fei?

Her head ached. After thinking for a while, she could only faintly remember some details…

Indeed, alcohol could lead to chaos; she really regretted not listening to Xu Chaomu’s advice.

She moved her body, trying to pry his hand loose, but as soon as she stirred, he opened his eyes.

The sunlight shone on the floor, and Yu Weiwei was a bit dazed.

Golden sunlight scattered everywhere, casting through the curtains. The summer morning sun was enthusiastic and vibrant, and the temperature around her suddenly rose.

This scene was exactly the same as that one four years ago.

That morning, she had also been the first to wake up, with the sunlight full on the ground…

Li Beiting woke up, tightened his arms even more, and held her waist, preventing her from getting out of bed.

“Everyone had too much to drink last night,” Yu Weiwei said, somewhat awkwardly, “let’s just pretend nothing happened.”

Li Beiting snuggled up next to her, pulling her fluffy head into his arms and resting his chin on top of her head.

“Are you sober now?” he asked in a hoarse voice, half inebriated.

“Mhm, that’s why I want to clarify things with you,” Yu Weiwei said calmly.

“Well, since you’re awake now, let’s go over it once more!”

With that, Li Beiting flipped over!

As a urologist, Yu Weiwei acutely knew that men in the morning could be formidable.

“Li Beiting, I feel like I’m the other woman, what do you think?” Yu Weiwei looked at him.

Her hand wandered over his chest; she knew how enticing her movements were.

Sad to say, she was doing it on purpose.

Li Beiting’s throat bobbed, his deep eyes fixated on her.

“We can go get our marriage certificate now.” His voice was husky, bearing immense restraint against this tormenting demon.

“Li Beiting, didn’t you really hate me?” Yu Weiwei said with a forced smile.

Last night, after getting drunk, he took advantage of her; today, she had to get it all back.

“What are you talking about? You know I love you,” Li Beiting gazed at her with deep affection, trying to catch her hand.

Yu Weiwei withdrew her hand and shook her head, “Someone once said, ‘Why come to me after we’ve broken up? Let’s never see each other for the rest of our lives!’”

These were the words he said to her three years ago, as the sun was setting; a moment that should have been filled with warmth turned cold as winter.

He said, never to see each other again for a lifetime.

Both took it to heart, and for three years, neither had seen the other.

Life seemed to go on as usual, but unbeknownst to whose heart had lost a corner, the pain was incessant.

After three years, the pain hadn’t healed; could it still be cured?

“You know me, Li Beiting, I’ve never been one for self-control,” Li Beiting said, leaning down to kiss her.

This little fairy’s hand kept roaming his chest, making him unbearably uncomfortable.

“Does it feel good to have an affair?” Yu Weiwei blocked him with her hand, not letting him kiss her.

She just laughed it off—ah, he found her for a night of passion on his engagement day, and she, Yu Weiwei, was indeed a lover who couldn’t stand the light of day.

“Get up!”

Li Beiting’s smile faded, his face became serious and earnest, and he lost all other sensations as he immediately pulled her up.

“What are you doing? Let go.” Yu Weiwei frowned, “I want to sleep in. Let’s forget everything that happened yesterday. We were both drunk, nothing to fuss about.”