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The next day, the temperature in Yan Chuan dropped sharply again, and the cold wind pierced to the bone.
Su Wan was awakened by the chill. She checked her phone and saw it was just past ten. Last night, Xu Chengyang and Yao Ye had both drunk a lot and were still curled up in their blankets, sound asleep. Thinking about her lesson at the Fu Residence in the afternoon, she decided not to linger in bed any longer and got up to wash up.
After a bit of procrastination, Su Wan put on her cashmere coat and looked in the mirror. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the Dior lipstick she had bought a while ago but hadn’t opened yet. The last time she went shopping with Qin Mu, the young girl had dragged her into the Dior counter without hesitation to try on colors. Not satisfied with just trying it on herself, she had applied it on Su Wan's lips three or four times, and seeing how well it suited her, she insisted on buying it. Su Wan usually didn’t wear makeup, so she hadn’t used the lipstick since bringing it home.
She glanced at the small black-blue tube again and, on a whim, picked it up and applied a circle on her lips before heading out with her instrument.
Although the temperature was low today, the sun was shining brightly. Walking down the street amidst people and cars, Su Wan felt cheerful.
When she returned to her dorm last night, Su Wan specifically told Fu Weiheng not to come pick her up today. With the performance approaching, he had little time to practice, and she didn’t want to waste his time on such trivial matters. Although Fu Weiheng didn’t agree with her reasoning, he couldn’t resist Su Wan’s insistence and agreed.
By the time she arrived at the Fu Residence, it was already past noon. As soon as Su Wan reached the entrance, she heard a series of melodious violin sounds coming from inside. The soothing and familiar melody flowed like a clear spring.
Su Wan paused in her tracks.
It was "Amazing Grace."
She tossed aside her shoes without bothering to put on slippers and hurriedly made her way to the Piano Room with her instrument.
A handsome man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, dressed in white shirt and black pants, exuding a calm and elegant demeanor. The orange-yellow violin was held in his hands, and every note he played flowed smoothly and gracefully from his long fingers.
Sunlight slanted across his cheek, casting deep shadows that made his originally delicate features appear gentle and refined. Accompanied by this beautiful music, Su Wan found herself mesmerized.
This was the first time she had witnessed him playing in person, and at that moment, one phrase kept repeating in her mind.
There is a beauty that once seen is never forgotten.
Many years later, whenever Su Wan recalled that tranquil and bright afternoon, her heart would still flutter as if it were the first time.
Fu Weiheng retracted the bow of his cello and glanced over to see her standing dazed at the door, barefoot on the cold tiled floor. His handsome brows furrowed slightly as he asked, "Why aren't you wearing slippers?"
Su Wan came back to her senses, stunned for a couple of seconds, and looked down at her sock-clad feet before realizing, "Oh... I forgot."
Fu Weiheng casually placed the cello on the piano and strode over. He took off his men's cotton slippers and placed them by her feet, then crouched down to hold her delicate ankle.
The cool touch made Su Wan freeze for a moment, instinctively pulling her foot back in surprise. "What... what are you doing?"
He looked up at her, his tone filled with patience and tenderness. "Lift your foot; how else am I supposed to put them on you? Hmm?"
Su Wan was mesmerized by his deep, rich voice and mechanically lifted her foot, her face turning crimson in an instant.
Fu Weiheng straightened up, brushed aside the hair that had fallen onto her forehead, and casually adjusted the strap of the cello case on her shoulder. "Give me the cello; it's too heavy to carry on your back."
Her heart suddenly softened completely.
He was so gentle, so considerate, so indulgent. Su Wan felt a lump in her throat, and her eyes seemed to mist over. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against his chest.
Fu Weiheng paused with the cello in hand, hearing her warm and soft voice.
"Neil, you're so nice..."
Loving someone is like suddenly having armor while also having a soft spot. For Fu Weiheng, Su Wan was his soft spot from the moment he fell in love with her.
He was a persistent person; once he set his mind on something, he would stick to it.
The same went for feelings.
From the first moment he saw her, he knew she was the only one for him for the rest of his life.
Last night, he saw her with Jiang Zhi Yan at KTV, and he panicked. In the brief two seconds it took to walk around the corner to them, various phrases from Su Wan about leaving him flashed through his mind, and just thinking about it felt like a piercing pain.
In the end, he didn't dare to ask.
At this moment, looking at the girl in his arms, who was so dependent and calm, all the tangled thoughts in his mind vanished in an instant.
Fu Weiheng raised his other free hand and wrapped it around her waist, tightening his grip as if he wanted to embed her into his body.
Su Wan was startled by the sudden force and looked up from his embrace, confused. "What's wrong?"
He pressed her head back down, his tone tinged with jealousy. "Are you really close with Jiang Zhi Yan?"
"That's not true..." She quickly shook her head, knowing what he meant and not hiding it at all. "We ran into each other by chance last night. He was just worried about me being a girl and kindly offered to take me back to the private room."
Fu Weiheng was taken aback, his brows gradually relaxing until he finally chuckled in disbelief.
Su Wan frowned in confusion, wanting to look up at him but being held down tightly. "Fu Weiheng... are you feeling okay?"
He laughed even more joyfully, stroking her long hair and casually responding, "Yeah, just a little out of it."
Su Wan: "..." Is that how you talk about yourself?
A sound of doors opening and closing came from outside, and Su Wan instinctively pushed lightly against him with her hand, stepping back a few paces.
Fu Weiheng wasn't surprised; he looked down at her from above.
Su Wan took the piano from his hands, avoiding his gaze. "Um... can I have that?"
If Fan Fan saw them like this, hugging each other, it would be so embarrassing...
By coincidence, Xiao Ye Fan ran to the door of the Piano Room the next moment, her youthful voice rising an octave: "Oh? Uncle, you're here too?"
Fu Weiheng casually responded with a "hm," turning around to pack up the piano.
Su Wan quietly walked over and ruffled Ye Fan's hair, trying to cover up her intentions: "Fan Fan is back?"
The little girl looked up at her without saying a word, grinning widely, her bright eyes curving like new crescent moons: "Hee hee hee..."
Looking at the innocent smile, Su Wan paused her hand that was stroking the girl's head, her expression puzzled as she asked, "Is something wrong...?"
Suddenly, the little girl grinned widely, revealing two rows of tiny teeth like grains of rice, speaking clearly and brightly: "Hello! Auntie."
Su Wan's body trembled: "..."
Fu Weiheng closed the piano lid, subtly curling his lips as he walked over to Ye Fan and patted her head: "Good girl, let's go to class with Auntie."
"Okay." Ye Fan nodded, very self-aware as she took out her own piano and tugged at Su Wan's sleeve. "Auntie, we can start class now."
Su Wan: "..."
Fu Weiheng leisurely carried the piano out, casually brushing Su Wan's long hair as he passed by: "Come to the study after class."
Watching his tall figure walk away, Su Wan's face flushed as she wrinkled her nose and huffed softly, deciding not to go!
To explain how Ye Fan came to know Su Wan as Auntie, we have to go back three days.
That evening, Fu Weijin had an urgent matter and asked Fu Weiheng to pick up Ye Fan from kindergarten after school and take her out for dinner.
The two sat in a pizza restaurant where Fu Weiheng wrapped a large napkin around Ye Fan's neck and placed the main course and drinks in front of her, solemnly instructing: "Eat by yourself."
He has never liked eating these simple meals, so he continued to review the report in his hands without paying attention.
Ye Fan took a bite of the pizza and stared at the report in his hand, mumbling, "Uncle, aren't you going to eat?"
Fu Weiheng turned the page, "You eat."
Ye Fan tilted her head to drink from the cup, but her neck wasn't long enough to reach the straw. After struggling for a while, Fu Weiheng seemed to notice and raised the cup in front of her without looking up, allowing her to find the straw herself. Ye Fan gulped down a big mouthful and happily bit into the pizza again, asking, "Uncle, am I going to have an Auntie soon?"
Fu Weiheng paused with his fingers on the report and finally looked up at her from that pile of documents, his expression calm, "Hmm?"
"Mom said you've been coming home a lot lately, especially when Teacher Su is around. Uncle, do you like Teacher Su?"
Fu Weiheng was taken aback, feeling that the atmosphere had become subtle. He was actually discussing this topic with a child. However, he still nonchalantly replied with a "Hmm."
Ye Fan's eyes sparkled with a smile, "I like Teacher Su too!"
Fu Weiheng nodded, "Then remember to change how you address her next time you see her."
The little girl was quite clever: "Is there a reward if Fan Fan changes how she addresses her?"
"No."
Ye Fan huffed lightly, "Hmph, stingy uncle."
Fu Weiheng replied leisurely, "Go ask your Auntie for it."
"……"
The class lasted for an hour, and Su Wan assigned some new pieces to Ye Fan before dismissing the class with a few simple instructions. Just as she was putting her piano into its case, she caught sight of a man leaning against the door, handsome and striking, with piercing eyes.
Su Wan was momentarily stunned as the man walked towards her, fastening the case's strap for her. He held the piano in one hand and took her hand with the other, leading her slowly to the study on the second floor. As they passed through the living room, he turned back with a meaningful glance and said, "Fan Fan is staying in the living room to paint."
As the name suggests, it meant that she was to stay in the living room painting and not follow them.
The young girl couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle, "Okay, Uncle."
When they reached the study door, he opened it and gestured for her to go in first. Su Wan walked in dazedly. At first glance, she noticed a large oil painting above the fireplace, which was merely decorative. The painting depicted a beautiful woman with a face like a silver plate and eyes like water apricots. She had delicate brows and long, shiny black hair cascading over her shoulders like a soft waterfall. The deep and clear features conveyed a faint sense of familiarity.
Standing in front of the painting, Su Wan thought of a poem.
"In the north there is a beauty, unparalleled and independent.
With one glance she captivates a city, with another glance she captivates a nation."
Su Wan turned around and realized that Fu Weiheng had somehow stood behind her. The man moved slightly closer, wrapping his long arm around her waist and leaning down to kiss her softly yet passionately. He then reached up to support the back of her head firmly; with a gentle pull, their bodies pressed completely together. The soft touch ignited Fu Weiheng's deepest desires. His tongue gently prodded her tender lips, prying them open as he deepened the kiss.
As their lips met, Su Wan felt a tremendous vibration in her chest, echoing in her ears.
She didn't know how long it lasted until he slightly tilted his head back, ending this prolonged kiss. Fu Weiheng rested his chin on top of her head and smiled contentedly; he had wanted to kiss her like this since that day in the office.
Su Wan felt completely weak and tingly all over; her face burned as she dared not look up at him and simply nestled into his embrace.
The spacious study was silent as Su Wan leaned against his chest, calming her breath slightly before suddenly asking in a muffled voice, "Fu Weiheng, if I hadn't been the person you met in London Park that year, would you still... like me?"
She hesitated slightly before finishing her sentence.
"There are no 'ifs.'" After a moment of silence, his clear voice rang out above her head. "From the very beginning, I knew it was you, and only you."
Su Wan was confused by his words and was about to look up at him when he had already pulled her to the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Guan Guan, three months ago, the first time I saw you was here." He looked out at the empty courtyard through the window, then smiled and corrected himself, "No, it should be the second time."
Your "Amazing Grace," your hurried silhouette was very familiar. Later, our unexpected encounters in front of the company and the old park, as well as your performance of "Amazing Grace" during the interview, made me instinctively feel that the person I met four years ago was you. There wasn't even a hint of doubt. Finally, when I received your confirmation in person, I was even more convinced that it could only be you.
"So that day, the one who played 'Amazing Grace' with me was you?"
Fu Weiheng's gaze deepened as he replied, "Because of your 'Amazing Grace,' I held onto this obsession and waited for four years."
My feelings for you arose from an unknown source but had already grown deep.
Su Wan tightened her grip slightly and jokingly looked up at him: "Aren't you afraid that I don't like you?"
"Yes," he said in a low voice with a hint of hoarseness. "But I'm more afraid that the person beside you is not me."
Because he knew that no one would love her more than he did.
...
After dinner, when they returned to the dormitory, Yao Ye was still busy studying while Xu Chengyang, with instant noodles in his mouth, smiled with squinted eyes: "Guan Guan, dating takes up a whole day just to attend Miss Fu's class."
Yao Ye looked up from her book and scoffed: "What do you know? If tender tofu is delivered to your door, why wouldn't Fu Weiheng take it? By the way, Guan Guan, how far have you two progressed? Have you kissed yet?"
Su Wan's ears turned red as she firmly stated: "...I refuse to answer that question."
Yao Ye tossed her pen down and made it clear: "You have, and not just once."
Su Wan: "..."
"Hey, Guan Guan, didn't you tell me that capitalists are not good matches?" Xu Chengyang's gaze was strange as he pinched her cheek. "Is your face hurting now?"
The person who was slapped in the face retorted, "Didn't you say he was a musician?"
Xu Chengyang exclaimed, "Damn! Serves me right!"
Yao Ye laughed heartily, "Guan Guan, how many girlfriends has Mr. Fu had?"
Su Wan paused while drinking water and honestly replied, "He said he hasn't had any..."
The two were shocked. "Are you kidding!"
Xu Chengyang pointed at Yao Ye. "Didn't you say capitalists aren't easy to deal with?"
Yao Ye rolled her eyes dramatically. "And you said he was a musician!"
Xu Chengyang was exasperated. "Get lost!"
Su Wan remained silent.
With everyone exchanging words, the atmosphere in Dorm 216 suddenly became lively, like water splashing into a hot oil pan.
Su Wan was used to it; she leisurely looked up at the ceiling before heading to the bathroom to wash her face.
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