If You Could Hear My Heart - Chapter 207: Feed Me Alcohol

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: Feed Me Alcohol

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“However, Third Young Master, I have not collected any relevant evidence, so I cannot provide you with a definite answer.”

“Hmm, you’ve worked hard.” Shen Shihan responded indifferently.

“What do you plan to do, Third Young Master?”

“Help me contact Zhou Peitian and tell him I have something important to discuss, same place as usual.”

“Alright, I will contact him right away.”

Soon, Shen Shihan drove to Weiyang, the so-called usual place, of course, was Weiyang.

This place has good privacy, especially suitable for business entertainment; of course, it’s also great for leisure and entertainment.

When Shen Shihan arrived at Weiyang, Zhou Peitian was already waiting for him in the private room.

Zhou Peitian was smoking lazily, lounging on the sofa, puffing out smoke, and resting with his eyes closed.

“I’ve kept Brother Peitian waiting, truly sorry about that.” When Shen Shihan entered the room, he took off his coat and sat down opposite Zhou Peitian.

“Not at all, Third Young Master, you’re too polite.” Zhou Peitian opened his eyes, “Before saying much else, let’s have a few drinks first. Third Young Master, you can’t refuse.”

“Of course.” Shen Shihan curled the corner of his lips.

It didn’t take long for Zhou Peitian to call the waiter over.

Shen Shihan lit a cigarette and crossed his legs, sitting on the sofa. Under the light, his face was slightly shadowed, his expression unclear, but his sharp, chiseled features were unmistakable.

Handsome and charming, he exuded mature allure.

When Mo Shuifu entered, she recognized Shen Shihan immediately, and her heart skipped a beat.

She didn’t know why, but there was a strange feeling in her heart whenever she saw Shen Shihan.

She lowered her head, arranged the wine glasses, and poured the drinks for them.

As a result, being nervous, her hand trembled, and she spilled red wine onto Shen Shihan’s trousers.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sir.” Mo Shuifu quickly took a paper towel to wipe the wine for him.

Shen Shihan pulled back his leg, as he didn’t like being touched like that.

All the more so, the wine had been spilled on his trousers.

He frowned: “It’s fine, you may go now.”

“Yes, sir.” Mo Shuifu said, her head bowed.

“Wait a moment.” Shen Shihan suddenly recognized her voice, “Is it you?”

Mo Shuifu immediately became nervous; she knew Shen Shihan had recognized her.

He had spoken on her behalf at Weiyang before, but several times she hadn’t appreciated it, so he probably didn’t have a good impression of her.

In fact, if it weren’t for his help last time, she wouldn’t have been able to continue working peacefully at Weiyang.

After all, she had a cold demeanor and a hint of pride, unwilling to lower her head, and in a place like Weiyang, what was needed was the skill of being smooth and adept at pleasing both sides.

“Yes.” Mo Shuifu responded with her head down.

“Long time no see, you’re still working here?” Shen Shihan said casually.

“Yes.” Mo Shuifu gave another simple response.

She was aware that the clients here were all sons of wealth and privilege. She had also heard that he was the Third Young Master Shen, a VIP customer at Weiyang.

Such a man, she could not afford to provoke, nor did she wish to get entangled with them too much.

“Third Young Master, seems the lady is throwing you some attitude there,” Zhou Peitian chuckled.

In this private room, when women see a wealthy man, which of them doesn’t employ all their tactics?

Yet this woman was neither warm nor welcoming, indifferent and dismissive.

“Not daring to.” Mo Shuifu spoke flatly.

Shen Shihan was somewhat displeased now; he was trying to have a serious conversation with her, but she was brushing him off.

“You’re that reluctant to leave this job?” There was impatience and a hint of sarcasm in Shen Shihan’s tone.

He had once advised her not to work here.

Mo Shuifu felt uncomfortable inside; his words were clearly mocking.

Everyone knew that working here was not respectable. Even if one didn’t do anything dishonorable, they would still be considered as such.

Wasn’t that what he meant?

Mo Shuifu lifted her head, a faint trace of a cold smile crossed her delicate face: “A vice president like Third Young Master Shen wouldn’t understand our situation, of course.”

Having said this, she brought the wine glasses to them, still with her cool temperature: “Enjoy your drinks, gentlemen.”

Standing up, she was about to leave in her high heels.

“Are you throwing a little tantrum at me?” Shen Shihan narrowed his eyes.

“Dare not.” Mo Shuifu repeated the same words.

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These men could easily make her disappear without a trace with a simple flick of their finger.

But his words just now, she found quite uncomfortable.

Performing menial tasks of serving tea and wine, he made it sound as if she was selling herself.

She, Mo Shuifu, had not fallen to that level yet.

“Fine, dare not, you say? Come here,” Shen Shihan snuffed out his cigarette, leisurely watching her, suddenly in the mood for something.

Zhou Peitian, straightforward as always, laughed: “Third Young Master Shen seems to be in good spirits today. It’s rare to see you talk so much with these women usually.”

“Yes, I am in a good mood today.”

Mo Shuifu stood in place, unable to move forward.

She glanced at Shen Shihan: “Third Young Master, please give your instructions.”

This man was handsome, and his gestures were not as vulgar and rough as others, more of an innate elegance.

But it was nothing more than a beast in sheep’s clothing.

“My instruction is for you to come here,” Shen Shihan commanded.

He just looked at her like that, his eyes narrowed, his face calm and collected.

A slight curve formed at his lips, the dim light making him look even more imposing and alluring.

Mo Shuifu was stuck between approaching and leaving.

She moved a few steps closer but kept her distance from Shen Shihan.

“Good, come closer, pick up the glass, and feed me the drink,” Shen Shihan instructed.

What was a blatantly ungraceful request seemed light and breezy coming from him.

“Third Young Master Shen, I’m sorry. I am only responsible for serving drinks,” Mo Shuifu’s tone was ice cold.

“Alright then, only serving drinks, you say? Then let me tell you, if you don’t feed me a drink today, you’ll lose your job.”

Zhou Peitian laughed from the sidelines; Third Young Master Shen really seemed to be in good spirits today, seldom does he joke around like this.

“Third Young Master, don’t make things difficult for the girl, it’s not easy for her to find a job.”

“Doesn’t she love her job? If she loves it so much, then by feeding me a drink, she keeps her job. What’s not to be happy about,” Shen Shihan said indifferently.

Shen Shihan felt he was meddling again. Whether she stayed or left her job at Weiyang, what did it have to do with him?

Yet, he just couldn’t stand it.

Perhaps it was because he had saved her life?

“Third Young Master Shen, why must you play these jokes on me? I am simply earning a living,” Mo Shuifu frowned.

Her cool face never showed a smile, and her brow furrowed, conveying myriad troubles.

“I am not joking with you, I am having a very serious conversation,” Shen Shihan’s thin lips parted lightly.

Never having been seen closely before, today a glance revealed an air of cultured elegance about her, like the fragrance of books, understated yet captivating.

Such a woman should not be working here.

“Fine, then I hope Third Young Master Shen means what he says,” Mo Shuifu clenched her teeth.

Having said that, she actually picked up the wine glass from the table.