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"Oh..." Someone's cold tone barely concealed a hint of annoyance. "You like him?"
Su Wan glanced at Qin Mu, who was curled up on the couch staring at the TV screen, and replied casually, "Qin Mu's idol."
Qin Mu, hearing his name, snapped back to reality from the TV, turned his head, and saw Su Wan holding her phone with a face full of undisguised affection. He could easily guess who was on the other end of the line, so he cheerfully scooted over to sit next to Su Wan. "Sister, tell Brother-in-law thank you for the gifts from his mom. We really like them."
Su Wan nodded and opened her mouth to respond when Fu Weiheng spoke first, "I heard you. It's good if you like them."
Su Wan relayed, "He said it's good if we like them."
Qin Mu grinned and pointed at the handsome man on the TV. "You two take your time chatting; I'm going to keep watching my idol."
Su Wan stood up and walked toward her room, asking, "Have you eaten?"
Fu Weiheng replied, "Yes."
Su Wan continued, "Are you busy?"
Fu Weiheng answered, "I plan to practice piano later."
Su Wan said, "...Oh."
There was an inexplicable silence on the line for a moment, filled only with his steady breathing. Through the receiver, Su Wan could almost feel his warm breath, which made her earlobes heat up involuntarily.
"His piano skills are just average."
He suddenly spoke up. His tone was casual but carried a clear hint of disdain.
Su Wan sat at the edge of her bed, momentarily stunned. "Who?"
After a brief pause, he replied, "Xiang Qichen."
“……”
The jealousy is quite intense…
Su Wan couldn't help but smile, “How did you know?”
Fu Weiheng raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, “The male lead's violin instructor in that drama is me.”
Su Wan was taken aback, surprised by the revelation.
String of Your Heart is a love story about an internationally renowned Violinist and a student from a Music Academy's Piano Department. The male lead's character, with his glamorous identity and striking appearance, is indeed very similar to Fu Weiheng, including his aloof and indifferent personality; it seems like a character tailor-made for him.
After a moment, Su Wan said incredulously, “It's hard to imagine you being involved with a television drama.”
Fu Weiheng replied lightly, “Just fulfilling a request.”
The largest investor in that drama happens to be under Ye Yinhua's company.
“Were you the hand double during the close-ups of the violin?” she asked again.
“Ha…” Mr. Fu scoffed, as if he had heard an extremely dull joke, his tone slightly raised, “Do you think that's possible?”
Do you think this noble and tall violinist would lower himself to be a hand double for an actor?
Su Wan silently completed his sentence in her mind, and the answer was naturally: “… impossible.”
——
On the day before New Year's Eve, Su Wan left early in the morning to take the subway to the bookstore in the city center, only coming out just before lunch to head back home.
As the New Year approached, the streets were filled with festive atmosphere, adorned with bright red lanterns and couplets, along with cartoon chickens visible everywhere.
The subway station was still crowded. After entering the underground passage, Su Wan had just taken out her subway card when someone gently tapped her shoulder twice.
Instinctively, Su Wan turned her head to look. It was an elderly man with a lively demeanor and a head full of white hair. He was wearing a plain black cotton jacket and had a slight hunch. He smiled kindly and asked, "Miss, is this where I catch the subway?"
Su Wan smiled and pointed, "You just need to go straight ahead."
"Alright, thank you, miss," he replied gratefully.
There were a few steps ahead, and after nodding in thanks, he lifted his somewhat unsteady foot to descend. Although he had only taken one step down, he appeared to struggle greatly, moving unsteadily.
So, Su Wan stepped forward carefully and held onto his arm, softly saying, "Take your time."
The old man smiled widely, unfazed by the situation. "I'm getting old; my legs aren't what they used to be. Thank you for your help, miss."
Su Wan smiled lightly in response. "It's no trouble; I'm also going to take the subway."
When they reached the entrance, Su Wan glanced at the ticket machine ahead and asked, "Grandpa, do you have a subway card?"
The old man pointed to the ticket window a few meters away. "I can just buy a ticket there."
Su Wan thought for a moment and then asked, "Which station are you going to?"
The old man replied, "I think it's Sihe Square Station; I need to go to Pinghe North Road."
"Okay, then please wait here," Su Wan said as she took her wallet out of her bag. "I'll buy you a ticket."
Without waiting for the old man to say more, she ran straight to the automatic ticket machine and quickly inserted coins to purchase the ticket.
The old man watched as Su Wan handed him the brand new subway ticket. His smile faded slightly as he felt quite embarrassed. "You've gone through so much trouble for me, miss. How much is the ticket? I need to pay you." Saying this, he fished out a wallet from his pocket and pulled out a hundred yuan bill to hand it to her.
Su Wan hurriedly waved her hand. "No need for that; it was only two yuan."
The elderly man insisted on putting the red bill into her hand, saying, "Take it, take it. We are not strangers; how can I let you spend money for no reason?"
Su Wan awkwardly pinched the bill, struggling to respond, "But I can't break it for you..."
The old man was quite generous, "Then don't worry about it. Just take it. Let's hurry and get inside." With that, he grasped the train ticket and walked slowly toward the security check.
Su Wan helplessly rubbed her forehead, holding the bill tightly in her palm as she stepped forward to follow him through the security check.
She couldn't help but sigh inwardly...
Why does this carefree personality feel so familiar?
From the security check to the subway, Su Wan supported him all the way, but her mind was occupied with how to secretly return the money to his large pocket in his cotton coat.
Not long after they found a seat, the subway began to slowly depart. Before long, the sound of wind rushing past filled her ears as the train sped along.
The old man sat at the edge, holding onto the handrail, and cheerfully asked, "Where are you headed, young lady?"
Su Wan thought for a moment and finally replied, "To the same station as you."
The old man's eyes lit up with surprise, "Oh, what a coincidence!"
Su Wan couldn't help but glance at his slightly trembling legs as he sat in the chair. She furrowed her brow slightly and asked, "If your legs are not well, why are you out here alone? Where is your family?"
The old man smiled dismissively, "Well, my home isn't here. I came to Yishi just to visit an old friend on Pinghe Road. I just returned to the country yesterday; my son and grandchildren don't even know I'm here." He patted his leg bone and continued, "The weather is so nice today; I just wanted to go out for a walk. My legs aren't great as it is; if I let them go unused, I'll end up in a wheelchair someday."
Su Wan covered her mouth and laughed lightly, suggesting, "You could see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor for some treatment."
The old man waved his hand dismissively, "Ah, I'm already half in the ground; what doctor do I need? As long as I can see my grandson settle down and hold my great-grandchild, that's enough for me." When he spoke of his family, he suddenly looked extremely happy and opened up about them. "My grandson is quite accomplished too; I've heard he's been dating someone recently. It makes us so happy!"
Su Wan listened quietly and couldn't help but feel happy for him when she saw his beaming smile. "Congratulations!" she said.
The old man asked again, "Hey girl, do you have a boyfriend?"
Su Wan was taken aback for a moment and then nodded.
"Oh, your boyfriend is really lucky," the old man said with a meaningful grin. The wrinkles on his weathered forehead relaxed in an instant, and his eyes squinted into crescent shapes. "I hope my grandson's girlfriend is as well-behaved and sensible as you!"
Su Wan felt a bit shy from the compliment, lowering her gaze and lightly smiling.
After exiting the station, Su Wan still supported him as they went up the escalator. She raised her wrist to check the time: 11:30.
Suddenly, an old phone rang with a muffled sound, which was quite abrupt in the empty subway station. The old man leisurely took out his somewhat outdated Nokia, squinted at the contact name, and answered.
The voice on the other end sounded urgent. Su Wan couldn't catch what was being said, but she saw the old man smile calmly and say, "Alright, just drive to Old Man's shop and wait for me." Then he hung up.
Once they exited the station, Su Wan asked, "Grandpa, which direction is your friend's house?"
At this moment, the old man felt embarrassed to trouble anyone further and quickly pointed ahead to a nearby Instrument Store. "It's that Instrument Store; my old friend runs it."
Su Wan looked at the familiar Instrument Store ahead and realized, "You know Grandpa Weng?"
The old man was surprised and delighted. "You know Old Man too?"
Su Wan replied with a soft "Mm": "I guess I'm a regular at Grandpa Weng's."
"What a coincidence," they walked a few steps forward, and the old man asked again, "Are you going to his shop now?"
Su Wan shook her head with a smile. "Not right now; my family is waiting for me to have dinner. My home is just ahead in New Lake Community, so I'll give you a ride along the way."
The old man replied, "Alright, alright."
When Su Wan arrived at the Instrument Store, she noticed a black sedan parked on the temporary lane five meters away from the Bus Stop Sign. She glanced at it, and the elderly man pointed at the car, stopping to express his gratitude by patting Su Wan's shoulder and saying, "Thank you so much today, young lady. My butler has just arrived; you should head home now. I appreciate you spending so much time with me."
Su Wan calmly looked over at the black Huiteng, not surprised by the elderly man's seemingly affluent background.
Just then, the driver's door swung open, and a neatly dressed man stepped out of the car. From a distance, she couldn't clearly see his face, so she nodded slightly and prepared to leave. "Then I'll head home first. Please be careful on your way, Grandpa."
"Alright, you take care too," he replied.
As Vincent approached, he heard the old man mumbling with a smile, "These days, there aren't many young ladies who are both beautiful and kind-hearted! What a good girl."
"Chairman," Vincent called out, instinctively following the old man's gaze. His expression changed in surprise as he said, "Isn't that Miss Su?"
The old man didn't catch what Vincent had said and turned back to tuck his frozen hands into his pockets. "What did you say?"
Suddenly feeling a chill in his pocket, Fu Quan shifted his hand inside and pulled out a crumpled red bill.
"Miss Su Wan," Vincent explained with a smile. "She's the girlfriend Mr. Fu mentioned to you."
Fu Quan was taken aback, staring at the wrinkled red bill that had somehow ended up in his pocket. It took him a moment to process Vincent's words. He raised his eyes to glance at Su Wan's graceful figure as she walked away and unexpectedly burst into laughter, exclaiming heartily, "How fortunate we are! Wei Hang is truly blessed!"
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On her leisurely walk home, Su Wan received a call from Fu Weiheng.
His voice was warm on the other end. "Have you eaten yet?"
Looking at the advertisement poster nearby featuring a petite figure holding a cello, she walked over and replied, "Not yet; I'm on my way home."
Fu Weiheng sipped some warm water and raised an eyebrow. "Why haven't you made it home yet?"
Thinking of the elderly man who had difficulty walking, Su Wan replied with a slight hesitation, "I got delayed on the way. How about you? Have you eaten?"
Fu Weiheng looked at the photo of the two of them that had been developed recently on the table, and a smile curved his lips. "Not yet."
There was a moment of silence on the phone. Su Wan stood in front of the billboard, poking her index finger at He Youyou's slightly smiling poster, and suddenly said, "Neil, she likes you."
Fu Weiheng didn't quite understand. "Hmm?"
"He Youyou." Her soft voice carried a hint of teasing. "She really likes you." I can tell.
"Guan Guan..." His deep voice took on a touch of tenderness, warmly reaching into her heart, making her feel utterly soft—
"I love you."
Time flew by, and soon it was New Year's Eve.
That afternoon, the family sat in Qin Yan's newly purchased Land Rover from a couple of days ago and went to the supermarket to buy groceries and New Year's goods.
Old Qin sat in the passenger seat, touching everything around him and repeatedly exclaiming, "A big car is still more comfortable to sit in."
Qin Mu, sitting in the middle of the back seat, leisurely crossed her legs and sighed, "Finally not Old Qin's old Toyota..."
Su Yue unceremoniously tapped Qin Mu on the head and said loudly, "You brat, your dad's Toyota has carried you since you were little; is this how you repay it?"
Qin Mu covered her head and completely changed her attitude. "Old Qin's Toyota is the best!"
Both Old Qin and Su Yue couldn't help but laugh.
Su Wan glanced at Qin Yan, who was driving ahead, and casually asked, "Brother, aren't you going back to America?"
Qin Yan replied softly, "Hmm; not for now."
Su Yue finally felt at ease; her son, who had been away from home for so many years, was finally back. At least from now on, they wouldn't have to endure long separations.
Her phone vibrated with a WeChat message from Fu Weiheng. Su Wan unlocked her phone and opened it—
Neil: What are you doing?
Swan: I'm at the supermarket buying things for tonight's New Year's Eve dinner. What about you?
Neil: Hmm, just thinking about you.
Su Wan couldn't help but feel flustered by his teasing, her ears turning slightly red. She replied: Are you having New Year's Eve dinner at home too?
Neil: Grandpa is back, so we're going to a restaurant.
Swan: ...Oh.
After about two minutes, her phone vibrated again—
Neil: When will you be back?
Swan: It should be after the eighth day of the new year...
Neil: Guan Guan.
Swan: Hmm?
Neil: Come back early.
Come back to me...
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