Chapter 1198: Chapter 1198: Really Want to See Her

“Hmm?” Shen Chi looked at Butler Ling, his brows slightly furrowed.

“I’ll show you,” Butler Ling said.

She searched in the wardrobe for a while, found another tote bag, opened it, and a light grey scarf came into view.

It was clearly not made for a child, and the color was suitable for a man.

Shen Chi understood in an instant, feeling a faint ache in his chest.

“Fourth Young Master, Chaomu always said not to mention it, insisting on telling you herself, but then… some unwanted things happened, and she probably forgot about this scarf,” Butler Ling said, her voice tinged with sadness.

Shen Chi took the scarf, which was exceptionally soft, with neat stitches, clearly made with great care.

“Chaomu said that the things you gave her were all very precious, and she had nothing good to give you in return, so she learned to knit a scarf from me.”

Shen Chi’s eyes reddened instantaneously, and the corners of his eyes became slightly moist.

Fool… he didn’t need anything from her, he just wanted her to be well.

He gently caressed the scarf, slowly clenched his fingers around it, his throat choked up, unable to utter a word.

“Fourth Young Master, I heard that you found Chaomu, is that right?” Butler Ling asked eagerly, her eyes full of hope.

“Yes,” Shen Chi nodded.

“That’s wonderful.” Butler Ling was a bit excited, “Fourth Young Master, is Chaomu doing alright? Where is she now?”

“She’s fine,” Shen Chi didn’t say much, his emotions still unsettled.

“I really want to see her, I miss her so much,” Butler Ling was also close to tears, “I really like that girl.”

Shen Chi didn’t speak, just looking down at the scarf in his hands.

“Fourth Young Master, the weather is getting cold, wear more clothes, and when you see Chaomu, please send my regards, tell her I miss her a lot, and if she has time, ask her to come back and see me. Old Cheng often mentions her too, saying it’s been a long time since we’ve seen Chaomu.”

Shen Chi still didn’t speak, his heart filled with a sour taste.

“Fourth Young Master, come stay at the Shen Family’s for a few days when you have time, it’s quite lonely here,” Butler Ling said.

For a long while now, no guests had come to this place.

The Shen Family used to be so lively, like a bustling marketplace. Now, the Shen Family had only servants and drivers, no one else.

Looking at how lively other families in the Land of Splendiferous Scenery were, the stark contrast made Butler Ling feel all the more forlorn.

Shen Chi still didn’t speak, his complexion somber, his mood melancholic.

Butler Ling knew he had things on his mind and didn’t press further.

She and Old Cheng had long discussed that there was too much separating Shen Chi and Chaomu. They were still in the period of adjusting to each other, but since Chaomu lost the child, they had drifted further apart.

“I’ll be leaving now,” Shen Chi spoke faintly.

He took his sweater and scarf, turned around, and left.

“Ah! Fourth Young Master!” Butler Ling called out.

But Shen Chi, without turning back, continued downstairs. His footsteps were heavy; he always knew she loved him.

This mansion was filled with their shared memories, from their youth to the present, from when she was a young girl to later when she was pregnant, every bit of it held their memories.

Walking here, his heart was filled with a sense of loss.

He had lost her…

Shen Chi hurried his steps, eager to leave.

He had been dealing with the Bai Family’s matters for a while now and hadn’t seen her for a long time. The weather was cool in late autumn, and he didn’t know whether she was taking good care of herself and Xiaobao.

As he left the Shen Family’s home, the sky was still shrouded in white mist, a vast expanse of whiteness, and reaching out through the foggy curtain of hidden blossoms, all he could touch was obscurity and dampness.

Birds were silent, and the surroundings were so quiet that he could hear his own footsteps and the sound of opening the car door.

The distant mountains were faintly discernible, and the distant waters carried an infinite haze.

Heavy dew lay upon the deep autumn, row upon row of it.

After stepping outside, the mist dampened Shen Chi’s forehead, and he took a scarf to wrap around his neck.

The scarf was long and warm, and in that moment, a full circle of redness rimmed his eyes.

Today was Saturday; she probably hadn’t gotten out of bed yet. But driving there from C City would take more than two hours.

Soon, Shen Chi’s Maybach disappeared into the mist, gradually blending into a dot, and then it was gone…

The butler, Ling, stood helplessly by the window. She hadn’t even had time to exchange a few more words or pleasantries with Shen Chi before he left.

He was probably going to see Xu Chaomu, the butler sighed.

A lot had happened during this period, and both she and Old Cheng were quite confused, about the Bai Family, about Chaomu…

Yet since Shen Chi was unwilling to talk much, they did not feel it their place to interfere, only silently sending their blessings.

It was Saturday indeed, and Xu Chaomu was indeed still at home, lying in for a lazy morning.

Xiaobao woke up early but was exceptionally good, not making a fuss, quietly playing with his toys by himself.

Xu Chaomu had felt a bit unwell last night, probably a cold coming on, with a dizziness and an overwhelming lethargy.

After playing by himself for a while, Xiaobao got hungry and softly called out, “Mommy…”

Xu Chaomu was sleeping deeply and didn’t hear him, causing Xiaobao to become a little frantic.

“Mommy, Mommy…” Xiaobao continued to call out.

Xu Chaomu’s head felt so heavy, and in a daze, she heard him and opened her eyes.

“Xiaobao…” Her throat was a bit hoarse; she indeed was catching a cold.

“Mommy, Mommy…” Xiaobao mumbled.

“Mommy is here, are you hungry? Let Mommy feed you something,” Xu Chaomu said as she sat up, slipping on her clothes.

She rubbed her bleary eyes, her head felt so heavy, and she was a bit feverish all over.

Forcing herself to feed Xiaobao some rice cereal, she couldn’t stand up any longer and sat on the bed, softly coaxing Xiaobao.

“Be good, baby. Mommy seems to have caught a cold; I’m going to send you to Auntie’s house for a couple of days.”

“Goo…” Xiaobao didn’t understand, just staring at Xu Chaomu with wide eyes.

Xu Chaomu touched her own forehead, it was burning up, so she quickly found some cold medicine to take.

At that moment, she felt completely drained, on the verge of collapsing, and all she wanted was to lie down in bed.

In a half-conscious state, she had just thought of going to sleep when, inevitably, there was a knock at the door.

“Mumu.” Shen Chi had arrived.

Without the energy to respond to him, Xu Chaomu could only slip on her slippers and drag herself to the door.

Every time he came, she had to open the door for him; otherwise, this man had his ways to get into her house.

This time, she didn’t have the energy to fuss with him, and upon reaching the door, she opened it. Without even glancing at him, she leaned against the wall and walked toward the bedroom.

“Mumu, still not awake?” Shen Chi thought she was still very sleepy.

Xu Chaomu didn’t say a word, just kept walking inside.

Just as she was about to reach the bedroom door, a tumultuous wave surged in her stomach, a cataclysmic upheaval, and she wanted to vomit.

Her stomach was in such discomfort, she indeed had caught a chill.

She hurriedly ran to the bathroom, leaning over the sink as she began to heave.