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The night was still rainy outside, and the streetlights along the road emitted a dim light, illuminating the slanting raindrops with remarkable clarity.
Su Wan sat on the spacious and comfortable bed, casually glancing around the room. The entire space was almost pure white, with a tranquil atmosphere mixed with a serene scent. Directly in front of the bed was a rectangular wooden TV cabinet, which held a widescreen television and a small, tender green cactus. Above the television hung a brightly colored painting as decoration. A light gray rectangular carpet covered the windowsill, on which sat a beige lazy sofa, appearing very simple and unadorned. The wall lamp was orange-yellow, quietly hanging beside the bed and emitting a soft glow.
After taking a shower, Su Wan called Xu Chengyang and briefly recounted what had happened that evening.
Xu Chengyang, feeling reluctant, said, "It's one thing for Yao Ye not to come back, but now you are leaving me too."
Su Wan emphasized, "I will be back tomorrow morning."
"Hmph! The fact remains that you won't be coming back tonight!" Xu Chengyang grumbled, seemingly accidentally activating the speakerphone; the sound of rapid keystrokes from his game suddenly amplified in her ear.
Su Wan paused for a moment before saying with a half-smile, "Does it make any difference whether I’m in the dorm or not while you’re playing games? Hmm? Xu Chengyang?"
Xu Chengyang: "..."
Xu Chengyang was not one to back down easily; he exclaimed sharply, "Ah! You're staying at Miss Fu's house tonight. What about Fu Wei Hang... Damn! You're right by the water tower, Guan Guan!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Su Wan interrupted him sharply, then added somewhat sheepishly, "They don't live here."
At that moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Su Wan panicked and quickly covered the microphone, responding, "Who is it..."
"It's me."
The rich and clear voice startled Su Wan's heart.
Truly, speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
On the other end of the phone, Xu Chengyang continued to press, "Huh? Not living there? How is that possible! Guan Guan! Nothing escapes my intuition..."
Su Wan adjusted her breathing, calming herself slightly, and hurriedly said into the phone, "Let's talk about it tomorrow! I'm hanging up!"
Then she hung up the phone and said, "Come in."
The next moment, the door creaked open. Fu Weiheng held a steaming mug in one hand and pushed the door open with the other, walking over to the wooden TV cabinet and placing the hot drink on it.
Su Wan took a small step forward, looking at the dark liquid in the mug, and asked, "What is it?"
"Ginger Tea." His deep voice resonated in the spacious room as he slightly turned to look at her bright and clear eyes. "You got caught in the rain today; I was worried you might catch a cold."
Worried you might catch a cold.
Worried you... might catch a cold.
Though his tone was calm as water, it stirred ripples in Su Wan's heart, one wave after another, unable to settle for a long time.
He was dressed in black cotton loungewear, his short hair slightly tousled as if he had just taken a shower. The air was still infused with a faint scent of body wash. Standing before her, he had a tall and handsome figure; his fair and handsome face appeared composed and strong under the dim light.
Su Wan's unabashed gaze caused Fu Weiheng to suddenly feel breathless. He slightly averted his eyes and softly said, "Get some rest early. Good night."
With that, he turned to leave.
In that moment, a mix of emotions surged within Su Wan, and almost instinctively, she tugged at his sleeve. "Fu Weiheng, I'm sorry."
Fu Weiheng paused his hand that was about to pull the door open, his gaze falling on the fingers tightly gripping his sleeve. A thought crossed his mind, and he turned back to hold her small hand gently, his tone softening. "What's wrong?"
The sudden warmth in his hand made her ears flush. She lowered her head, feeling a bit ashamed. "I'm sorry, I wasn't in a good mood those days. Some things happened, and I wasn't in the right state to practice..."
"And that night..." She hesitated, recalling what Fu Weiheng had said at that time. The heat in her ears spread to her cheeks. "...I thought you were joking with me."
As soon as she finished speaking, the room fell into a heavy silence, like ashes settling. Su Wan clenched her fists and buried her head lower, momentarily forgetting to breathe out of nervousness.
A light sigh came from above her head. He suddenly released her hand, the warmth fading away. Su Wan's heart sank sharply, a wave of sourness spreading within her.
"I'm not someone who plays games," he said as he stretched his long arm around her shoulders and gently embraced her. His deep and steady voice was enticingly soothing. "Guan Guan, my heart isn't big; having you is enough."
The crisp scent of masculinity enveloped her, as if the whole world was filled with his presence—warm and reassuring.
Su Wan felt her eyes heat up; she slightly turned her face and leaned silently into his embrace.
"And now..." His warm breath brushed against her ear, and his originally steady voice now carried a hint of huskiness. "Can you answer me now?"
Su Wan was momentarily confused, peeking out with wide eyes staring at him in bewilderment. "What?"
He leaned in closer, pressing his face against hers. "Do you like me?"
The handsome face before her suddenly loomed larger, and Su Wan's face burned as she stared blankly at him, her breath starting to quicken.
He said, "Guan Guan, no matter what happens from now on, I hope I'm the first person you think of."
He said, "It's okay, I can make an exception for you."
He said, "My heart is not big, having you is enough."
...
Her parents' broken marriage once made her doubt love; no matter how much one loves, in the end, separation is inevitable.
But her father said, "Guan Guan, I do not regret marrying your mother. Even if she left me, that does not negate the fact that she was the love of my life. It is rare to meet someone who truly loves you and whom you also cherish. If you like someone, then love them without fear. Even if you know there may be no outcome, the process of having that love will still bring you happiness."
...
He was supposed to be a man so difficult to reach, noble and aloof, yet he spoke such incredible words to her.
A softness deep within her was being gently caressed by an unknown emotion, tinged with a bittersweetness yet filled with warmth.
Fu Weiheng, how could I not like you, so gentle, attentive, outstanding, and composed?
"I like you."
Her soft and subtle voice struck against Fu Weiheng's heart word by word.
She leaned back into his embrace, lifted her arms that hung at her sides, and caressed his long back, holding him tightly.
I really like you.
The next morning, the sky had cleared. After the last autumn rain, the temperature in Yan Chuan had suddenly dropped, ushering in winter.
Fu Weiheng leisurely put on a camel-colored Turtleneck Sweater and adjusted the collar before turning the doorknob and walking toward the guest room.
He knocked on the door of the guest room, but there was no response from inside. Fu Weiheng raised his wrist to check the time.
It was eight-thirty.
Then, he placed his hand on the doorknob and tentatively turned it. The door creaked open slightly, indicating it was not locked.
Fu Weiheng frowned slightly, sensing something, and opened the door to take a look inside. The pure white curtains were drawn open, and long-awaited sunlight streamed through the glass window, illuminating the carpet. The bed was clean and neatly made, clearly having been tidied up. The women's cotton pajamas were also folded neatly on the bed.
In the spacious and bright room, he did not see the person he expected to find.
In the kitchen, Fu Weijin was leisurely brewing coffee while Ye Fan sat obediently at the dining table, munching on a meat bun.
Fu Weiheng descended from the second floor. Hearing him, Ye Fan looked over and sweetly called out, "Good morning, Uncle."
He walked straight toward the kitchen, passing behind Ye Fan and gently ruffling her hair in response with a soft "hm." Then he casually glanced around and asked in a low voice, "Where's Su Wan?"
Fu Weijin glanced at him and took a coffee cup from the shelf, replying with a question of his own, "Isn't she still asleep?"
Fu Weiheng raised an eyebrow but did not respond. He took the warm cup of coffee and sat down at the dining table.
He pulled out his phone and was about to dial Su Wan's number when Vincent happened to return from the backyard, still looking meticulous as ever. With a smile on his lips and a calm tone, he said, "Sir, after the road down the mountain opened this morning, Miss Su left. She asked me to tell you that she has classes today and cannot be late. She also said thank you to Miss Fu for the clothes; she will return them after washing them next time."
Classes? On a weekend?
Fu Weiheng furrowed his brows, took a sip of coffee, and after a moment of silence, replied, "Got it."
By the time they arrived at the dormitory, it was already past nine. Xu Chengyang was sleeping soundly, probably exhausted, as the computer was still on, with the game interface flashing on the screen.
Su Wan placed the breakfast she had just bought on her desk and turned to wash her face in the bathroom.
The phone on the desk buzzed loudly, breaking the silence of the room. Su Wan hurriedly wrapped herself in a towel and tiptoed over to check it.
"Let's have lunch together." — Fu Weiheng
Staring at the three characters "Fu Weiheng" on the screen, Su Wan felt her body temperature gradually rising—rising, rising...
Last night, she had confessed to Deity without any reservations, and the aftermath was...
A sleepless night...
This morning, she had quietly slipped back...
Thinking of this, Su Wan's heart began to race uncontrollably again. In the end, she stubbornly pressed the lock screen button and retreated back to bed to catch up on sleep, not replying.
When she woke up again, it was already noon. Xu Chengyang was sitting below, happily eating the breakfast that Su Wan had brought back that morning.
She straightened her blanket and climbed down from her bed. Hearing the movement, Xu Chengyang looked up with a bun in his mouth and said, "Oh, you're awake?"
Su Wan rubbed her eyes, stretched lazily, and went to get some water. "The buns are cold."
"They're not cold, they're still warm. How could I not eat breakfast that Sumerian specially brought back for me?" Xu Chengyang stuffed a bun into her mouth and winked at her with a flattering expression.
Su Wan asked, "Hmm, what time did you sleep?"
"Three o'clock. I had good luck last night and won four rounds in a row!" Xu Chengyang proudly waved her little hand and stuffed a shumai into her mouth.
Su Wan nodded, then her gaze shifted to a report under Xu Chengyang's mouse pad. She leaned closer to take a look. "Paganini Violin Competition?"
Xu Chengyang snatched the paper away, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it back onto the table, looking somewhat embarrassed as she forced a smile. "Old Charlie gave it to me; I was just looking at it casually."
Seeing the awkwardness on her face, Su Wan had an idea of what was going on.
She understood that Xu Chengyang was very interested in this competition and might have already made many preparations in private, but she just couldn't bring herself to make a firm decision.
It wasn't that Xu Chengyang lacked skill; having started learning the violin at five, she was quite musically talented. Whether it was practicing piano or understanding pieces, she excelled compared to other students, which led her family to have high hopes for her. At ten years old, they even signed her up for a provincial violin competition.
Perhaps due to nerves from being on stage for the first time, Xu Chengyang accidentally slipped and sent her bow flying right onto the judges' table, causing an uproar of laughter in the auditorium. Being shy, she became flustered and burst into tears on stage.
That competition seemed to have given her a serious blow; since then, no matter what kind of competition she participated in, she always recalled that childhood mistake and never achieved good results afterward. Eventually, she even refused to enter any violin competitions.
Old Charlie once said, "Xu Chengyang is just one heavyweight international competition away from becoming a famous violinist!"
So no matter what, Su Wan hoped to help her face herself and confidently bring home a big award.
Calmly, Su Wan took the crumpled paper, smoothed it out, placed it in Xu Chengyang's hand, and smiled slightly. "It's just a competition; go for it. We're here for you."
Xu Chengyang looked up at Su Wan's gentle smile, her fingers gripping the paper tighter. With a lump in her throat, she stood up and gave Su Wan a big bear hug, crying, "Guan Guan, you are so good, boo hoo..."
"Well, when you achieve great success, take me along to enjoy the glory..." Su Wan gently patted her head, softly encouraging her.
"Boo hoo... but I'm still scared..."
Su Wan chuckled, "Scared of what? You are Old Charlie's proud student, his ninth disciple."
Xu Chengyang wiped her tears, still somewhat hesitant, "Then if I really go..."
Su Wan nodded, "Go ahead."
Xu Chengyang said, "Then I'll go find Old Charlie to discuss it now..."
Su Wan replied, "Yes, Old Charlie will be thrilled."
With that, Xu Chengyang quickly changed her clothes and hurried off to Old Charlie's office with her violin in hand.
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