Chapter 462: Chapter 462: The Modest Gentleman, Warm and Smooth as Jade
As soon as Xu Chaomu stepped outside, she caught the faint scent of flowers in the air of the garden.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The air in the garden was very fresh; even at night, its beauty was in no way diminished.

The air was filled with the fresh fragrance of lush grass, as well as the subtle scent of flowers.

Especially the gardenia, which not only had a rich fragrance but was also as pure and white as jade, adding a strikingly beautiful feature to the garden.

Beside the swing was a wisteria tree, which, though its blooming season had passed this time of year, still hung its branches with graceful poise.

Wearing a blue nightgown, Xu Chaomu strolled through the garden, her mood finally easing somewhat.

After taking a few more deep breaths, alright, she had managed to forget that jerk, Shen Chi.

Xu Chaomu sat on the swing and gently rocked it back and forth.

At this moment, Lou Yanli came to mind.

Back then, by the school swing, bees and butterflies danced amidst the peaceful years.

She swung, and he would gently push for her.

Memories of youth are so wonderful, even a sunny day, a breeze, a gesture, everything seemed perfect.

She was missing her younger days.

The evening breeze blew, caressing her cheeks and lifting her hair.

The wisps of her hair softly fluttered in the wind as she looked up at the sky.

The sky was ink-like, the moon bright and stars scarce.

Nights like this were truly wonderful.

Gradually, she forgot about Shen Chi…

The ecological environment of the Jinxiu residential district was incredibly good, and as Xu Chaomu half-closed her eyes swinging, she even saw fireflies flitting through the air!

The tiny fireflies, like little lamps, gathered in increasing numbers, lighting up wherever they flew.

These little guys seemed like tiny fairies, dancing and twirling around.

Xu Chaomu watched them fly about with joy…

If only Shen Chi were here at this moment.

No, no, why had she thought of him again?

Such a mood-ruining person, he probably wouldn’t even appreciate the beauty of this scene.

Xu Chaomu tilted her head, quietly watching the dancing fireflies, the corner of her lips curving into a slight smile.

The swing gently rocked, and Xu Chaomu’s heart gradually calmed.

She watched the moon in the sky and the fireflies, loving them to the utmost.

Having known Shen Chi for so many years, he had never taken her to see fireflies.

She thought, if she suggested it, he would surely call it “childish.”

That man, devoid of romantic sentiment.

Just as Xu Chaomu sighed, she suddenly heard voices at the entrance of the Shen Family’s main gate.

The garden wasn’t far from the main gate, and she turned her head to look.

“Mr. Wen, the young master is not at home.”

“Is that so? Thank you, I’ll come to visit another day.”

The clear and warm voice, like pearls, was gentle and moving.

Xu Chaomu looked back to see it was Wen Zhiyuan, whom she hadn’t seen for a long time.

She hopped off the swing and walked toward the entrance.

“Dr. Wen!” Xu Chaomu called out!

Wen Zhiyuan was about to leave when he heard Xu Chaomu’s voice and turned back around.

He laughed, “You’re here.”

“Someone has to keep watch,” Xu Chaomu also smiled.

“You, a pregnant woman, should go back and rest early,” Wen Zhiyuan said.

“I’ve already rested all day, and no one has kept me company. Did you come to see Shen Chi?”

“Yes.”

“How come you didn’t come to see me? Are you too embarrassed, or do you think we’re not close enough?” Xu Chaomu blinked.

“You’re just a wise guy,” Wen Zhiyuan laughed.

Under the moonlight, Xu Chaomu gazed at Wen Zhiyuan. The man was wearing a white shirt, his figure tall and slender.

The pale moonlight sprinkled on his white shirt and on his clear, moist face.

Xu Chaomu remembered a phrase: The modest gentleman, as gentle as jade.

Wen Zhiyuan was that kind of man, unadorned and genuine like raw jade.

He carried mature warmth, especially his smile, which could drown anyone who took a second glance.

Xu Chaomu thought, all of Shen Chi’s friends were outstanding, but why did she have to fall for Shen Chi, that scheming man with a venomous tongue.

In fact, Shen Shihan, Li Beiting, and Ji Shengxuan, and now Wen Zhiyuan, were all quite exceptional.

She must be blind…

Definitely.

“Dr. Wen, come in and sit. I’ll make you some tea, and you can’t refuse,” Xu Chaomu said with a smile at the door.

“Hmm, okay,” Wen Zhiyuan laughed and responded.

Xu Chaomu brought him into the house, made a cup of Pu’er tea for Wen Zhiyuan, and then went upstairs to change her clothes before coming back down.

“Dr. Wen, are you looking for Shen Chi for something?”

“It’s nothing.”

Wen Zhiyuan lowered his head to pick up the teacup in front of him.

The aroma of the tea filled the air, and Xu Chaomu sat opposite him, scrutinizing his face closely.

It was her first time observing the man from such a close distance, and she found that he was exceptional looking, both from afar and up close.

He radiated an air of refined gentleness that was very admirable.

Especially when he lowered his head to sip his tea, his long eyelashes fluttering, his eyes clear, the light within them rippling and shifting.

Xu Chaomu stared at him unwaveringly, and Wen Zhiyuan slowly placed the teacup down again.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I might misunderstand,” he said with a smile.

Xu Chaomu rested her chin on her hand, “Who told you to be so good-looking.”

“What’s the matter, tired of looking at Shen Chi every day?”

“Sick of it,” Xu Chaomu pouted, “I want to change husbands.”

“You could discuss that with him upfront.”

Xu Chaomu deflated immediately, “I still want to live.”

Wen Zhiyuan laughed and watched her for a while.

Xu Chaomu propped her chin and said, “Dr. Wen, you just said you had nothing to discuss with Shen Chi, but I think you’re lying.”

“Really, it’s nothing.”

“I don’t think so. If you don’t tell me the truth, it’s like you’re treating me as an outsider.”

“I just came to ask him for someone’s phone number,” Wen Zhiyuan said, his eyes showing a hint of a misty look as he lowered his head.

“Who?” Xu Chaomu asked, gossip-hungry.

“It’s nothing, just an old friend,” Wen Zhiyuan replied in a rather indifferent tone.

Seeing that Wen Zhiyuan had made up his mind not to tell, Xu Chaomu did not press further.

Xu Chaomu didn’t know much about Wen Zhiyuan; she only heard from Shen Chi that he was once Shen Di’s family doctor before having a fallout with Shen Di and returning to the country.

It was said that Shen Di later found a new family doctor and had a very good relationship with him.

But these hearsay stories Xu Chaomu didn’t take seriously.

Xu Chaomu had asked Shen Chi about the matter between Wen Zhiyuan and Shen Di, but Shen Chi always changed the subject.

Xu Chaomu just thought, Wen Zhiyuan being so excellent, so modest, and importantly, having such a good temper, good temper! Even Shen Chi with a terrible temper could find a wife, so surely many people were chasing after Wen Zhiyuan.

Besides, with such a good temper, how could he have had a fall out with Shen Di.

Speaking of Shen Di, Xu Chaomu was also curious, as she had never seen Shen Di in her eight years at the Shen Family, only pictures.

Sometimes, Shen Chi would call her or have a video chat, but Shen Di had never spoken to her.

Every time Shen Chi went to Australia on business, he would bring little gifts back for Shen Di.

And every time he returned, Shen Di would have Shen Chi bring things back as well.