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When Su Wan arrived at school, the rain had gradually lessened. With her instrument on her back and an umbrella overhead, it was quite inconvenient, so she simply closed her floral umbrella and hurried toward the dormitory building.
To her surprise, Gu Ming, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, was waiting in front of the dormitory, pacing back and forth under a black umbrella.
Su Wan felt a bit conflicted about whether to pretend she didn't see him and rush inside or to approach him and say hello.
However, while she was caught in her dilemma, Gu Ming turned slightly and spotted her. He quickly ran up to her and sheltered her under his black umbrella.
With a clear thought in her mind, Su Wan instinctively stepped out from under the umbrella and leisurely opened her own floral umbrella, keeping her distance. "Senior Gu."
Her seemingly polite and natural action instantly doused Gu Ming's enthusiasm like a splash of cold water. Yet he felt helpless and could only smile at her patiently. "Have you started your internship?"
Su Wan nodded.
"I recently went to London to visit my old piano teacher and just returned yesterday." She appeared indifferent, which left Gu Ming feeling somewhat powerless but unwilling to give up.
Su Wan glanced up briefly and smiled politely. "Yes, Senior Gu, it must have been a tiring journey."
Seeing that she had responded a little, Gu Ming continued, "My old piano teacher will be coming to Yan Chuan to hold a performance in early January next year." As he spoke, he pulled out two tickets from behind him and handed them to her. "Let's go together."
Su Wan glanced at the tickets in his hand but had no intention of taking them. She merely looked briefly but was struck speechless by the name printed on the ticket.
Jiang Yun.
An internationally renowned pianist.
Suddenly, the rain intensified, pattering loudly against the umbrella with an abrupt sound.
Su Wan tightened her grip on the umbrella handle, biting her lower lip as she stared at that familiar yet strange name. Memories from years past flashed through her mind, bringing back painful recollections.
Gu Ming did not notice the sorrowful expression on her face. Seeing her momentarily silent, he mistakenly thought she was too happy to speak and excitedly continued, "I can introduce you when the time comes..."
"I'm sorry, I'm not interested."
The cold and indifferent tone abruptly interrupted Gu Ming's words, extinguishing his rising emotions once again. Su Wan did not linger this time; she turned slightly and brushed past him.
Gu Ming was momentarily stunned, then quickly turned to catch up, grabbing Su Wan's arm in a flustered manner. "What's wrong?"
Su Wan remained silent, suppressing the agitation in her heart as she closed her eyes and twisted her arm in an attempt to break free.
However, Gu Ming tightened his grip slightly, holding on even more firmly. He forced a bitter smile and slowly said, "Why are you always like this, so elusive? No matter what I say or do, you always seem oblivious. Su Wan, you're so smart; how can you not understand my feelings?"
Su Wan stood with her back to him, unmoving and still silent, but gradually losing patience.
People came and went in front of the dormitory building, watching the standoff between the two with curiosity but keeping their distance.
Gu Ming's voice was tinged with undeniable despair as he wished he could pour out all his feelings at once: "For you, I chose to pursue my master's degree here and even gave up studying abroad just so I could see you all the time. Even if you always act so nonchalant, it doesn't matter to me because I believe that one day I will move you. Su Wan, I really..."
"Senior Gu!" Su Wan suddenly called out sharply, cutting off what he was about to say. Then she said calmly, "You really don't need to waste your time on me."
She took a deep breath and raised her other hand to forcefully push away his grip. "After all, a forcibly picked fruit isn't sweet."
With that, she turned and quickly ran into the dormitory building without looking back.
A gust of wind suddenly blew away the black umbrella from Gu Ming's hand. Standing in the rain, his hand still suspended in mid-air from where Su Wan had pushed him away, he gazed at her retreating figure with a heart that felt like it was being slowly tortured. At that moment, it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears blurring his vision.
Inside the dormitory, Xu Chengyang was not there. Su Wan leaned against the door, breathing lightly.
The room was silent except for the sound of heavy raindrops hitting the window. Suddenly, the name on the ticket flashed through her mind. Su Wan's eyes moved slightly as a few silent tears fell.
She raised her hand to wipe them away, soaking her sleeve.
Finally, she bent down and buried her head between her knees, sobbing as if it were about to erupt.
The cold, continuous autumn rain had been falling for a week. In such damp weather, even the sound of the violin felt a bit heavy.
At this moment, Fu Weiheng was sitting in the orchestra's Practice Room, listening to the group's rehearsal. However, as he glanced at the conspicuous empty seat in the Cellist section, he felt somewhat distracted.
It was the fourth day since she had last come to practice with the group, and there had been no news from her.
This sudden break in contact left him feeling a sense of loss.
Fu Weiheng furrowed his brows and abruptly stood up from his chair. The ongoing Performance came to an abrupt halt, and everyone looked up, holding their breath in anticipation.
"Let's call it a day for practice," he said, leaving those words behind as he hurriedly exited the Practice Room.
Afterward, Fu Weiheng took the elevator straight to the underground garage. He strode towards his Cayenne while pulling out his phone to call Zhang Lin: "Cancel all appointments for this afternoon."
Zhang Lin on the other end paused for a moment and prompted, "Cancel? But there's an important dinner for Shengchuan Group tonight..."
He interrupted in a deep voice, "Have Jiang Zhi Yan attend in my place."
"Jiang Lawyer? But that would..."
Before Zhang Lin could finish speaking, Fu Weiheng decisively hung up.
He got into the Cayenne, started the engine, and dialed another number.
There was a busy tone on the line for quite some time. Just as he was about to give up and hang up, the busy signal suddenly stopped. Then, that clear and pleasant voice he hadn't heard in a while came through: "Mr. Fu."
Instantly, Fu Weiheng's mood, which had been heavy for a week, brightened at the sound of her voice.
"Su Wan," he slowly spoke, his gentle tone sounding very melodious. "Where are you?"
"Um..." Su Wan had just gotten off the bus and was walking towards the Fu Residence's gate. She held an umbrella and glanced at the road conditions before quickly crossing the street. "I just got off the bus and I'm on my way to the Fu Residence."
Fu Weiheng paused for a moment, then remembered that today was Saturday, the day she went to the old house to teach. He smiled slightly, pressed down on the accelerator, and steered with one hand. "Alright, wait for me."
Su Wan instinctively asked, "You... you are coming?"
Fu Weiheng drove out of the parking lot at a steady pace, not answering her but instead asking, "What? Can't I go home?"
This question left Su Wan momentarily speechless and quite embarrassed, so she changed the subject. "The roads in the mountains are slippery because of the rain; you... you drive carefully." Without giving him any time to respond, she abruptly ended the call.
Fu Weiheng put down his phone and looked out at the misty autumn rain, his smile deepening.
The yellow autumn leaves from the camphor trees by the roadside fell onto her fresh flower umbrella as they were swept away by the sudden rain. Su Wan stopped and looked up slightly, admiring the complete dry leaves through the thin umbrella canopy.
At that moment, a luxury car sped by on the road, splashing a wave of water over a meter high from a puddle filled with rainwater, drenching Su Wan halfway.
"..."
A gust of autumn wind swept past as Su Wan stood in the rain, staring blankly at the X5 that was speeding away. In an instant, she felt a chill deep in her bones.
With slippery roads and muddy mountain paths, by the time Fu Weiheng arrived at the Fu Residence, Su Wan had already finished her class. At that moment, she was sitting on the carpet in the living room, piecing together a puzzle with Ye Fan.
He walked over and sat down silently in a soft chair beside her, watching without saying a word.
As Su Wan fumbled with the puzzle pieces, she suddenly sensed something and instinctively turned around. She was startled and leaned back against the sofa in shock.
"Ah! Uncle!" This commotion startled Ye Fan, who had been focused on his work; he looked up with a beaming smile and called out to Fu Weiheng.
Su Wan: "..."
(O_O) She is really... going to be scared half to death...
Fu Weiheng ruffled Ye Fan's hair, then turned his head to look at Su Wan, smiling as he asked, "Did I scare you?"
Su Wan pressed her lips together, remaining silent as she sat up and continued working on the puzzle.
Ye Fan looked at Su Wan, who was sulking in silence, and softly said, "Uncle, Teacher Su is angry!"
Seeing this, Fu Weiheng chuckled again, "Sorry."
Su Wan turned her body away from him, refusing to speak.
Hmph, still laughing, with such an insincere apology.
Fu Weiheng gazed at her curvy figure and realized she was wearing a very form-fitting knitted sweater that perfectly outlined her slim and graceful shape.
"Why didn't you go practice with the group?" He leaned down and picked out a piece from the pile of puzzles in front of her. He compared it to the puzzle that was a quarter complete and casually placed it in the middle, fitting it into a small section of the picture.
Su Wan paused her fingers that were picking at the puzzle, remained silent for a moment, and said, "Today is Saturday..."
"What about the days before?" he asked again.
She hesitated, unsure how to respond. The memories triggered by a ticket had left her feeling quite down over the past few days; she couldn't muster any energy for eating, shopping, or even attending classes, let alone practicing with the group.
"Unexcused absences will affect your year-end performance evaluation," he suddenly reminded her.
"I..."
"But it's okay." He raised his gaze, his eyes landing on her tightly furrowed brows. His calm and soothing voice was captivating as he continued, "I can make an exception for you and mix personal matters with work."
Su Wan's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at him blankly. He slightly pursed his lips, his hands still moving without pause, his expression so calm that Su Wan began to doubt whether those words had truly come from him.
“Guan Guan……” A clear female voice interrupted her thoughts. Su Wan suddenly realized that she had been staring at Deity for quite a while without restraint. Feeling a warmth in her palm, she quickly turned to look at the source of the voice.
Fu Weijin was slowly walking down from the second floor, holding a black jacket, and said, “Your clothes probably won't dry anytime soon. You can wear mine for now; I brought you a coat to wear on your way back.”
Su Wan quickly stood up to respond, “No need, Miss Fu, this outfit is enough.”
“What’s wrong with the clothes?” Fu Weiheng asked without looking up, focused on piecing together a puzzle.
Ye Fan casually replied, “Teacher Su just got soaked in the rain.”
Only then did Fu Weijin notice Fu Weiheng under the sofa: “Hey, Neil, when did you get back?”
Fu Weiheng furrowed his brow, directly ignoring Fu Weijin's question and looked at Su Wan: “Didn’t bring an umbrella?”
Su Wan stared at him for a while, recalling the X5 that had fled in guilt and how someone had scared her earlier. The corners of her lips lifted slightly in a half-smile: “It’s the deep malice from the capitalists!”
Fu Weiheng: “……”
Beside them, Fu Weijin chuckled and glanced at Fu Weiheng with an odd expression: “Truly a case of unrequited love…”
Su Wan immediately understood the implication of those words. Her ears turned warm as she grabbed her backpack, intending to leave: “Well, Miss Fu, since my clothes won’t dry, I’ll head back now. I’ll come by to pick them up later.”
Upon hearing this, Fu Weiheng stood up, towering over her. Su Wan, caught off guard, took a small step back and looked up at him.
He leaned down to meet her gaze for a moment and said slowly, “Later then. I’ll drive you home; Old Yu isn’t here today.”
Fu Weijin chimed in with a smile: “Yes, yes, Guan Guan, it’s raining so heavily now. You should stay here for dinner and let Neil take you back later.”
Looking out at the suddenly heavy rain, Su Wan thought that returning now wouldn’t be safe. So she nodded in agreement.
However, things did not go as planned.
After dinner, Butler Vincent delivered news that was hard to determine whether it was good or bad: "Due to continuous rainfall over the past few days, the hillside roads have collapsed, blocking the road below. It won't be passable until at least tomorrow morning."
"What... what?" Su Wan tightened her grip on the book she was holding, looking up in shock.
Fu Weiheng glanced up from his work documents and calmly replied, "Okay, understood. You can go now."
Vincent leaned slightly and quietly withdrew.
Su Wan clearly had not yet processed this shocking news, staring blankly at the pages of her book without turning a single one for a long time.
Unable to leave... does that mean she would have to...
"Just stay here tonight. I'll have someone prepare a guest room for you shortly."
His clear voice interrupted her thoughts, directly addressing the unspoken concerns that had begun to surface in her mind.
Su Wan felt somewhat uneasy. She fidgeted with her fingers in silence for a long time before cautiously asking, "Um... is there another way down the mountain?"
The response was decisive: "No."
Su Wan: "..."
Faced with the situation, Su Wan ultimately had no choice but to stay overnight. When Fu Weijin learned that Su Wan would be staying at Fu Residence that night, he was very excited and personally went upstairs to prepare a guest room for her, ensuring that even the pajamas and all toiletries were neatly arranged, showing great thoughtfulness.
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