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This sleep seemed to last a long time. Su Wan was awakened by thirst, and as she opened her sleepy eyes, she realized she was in Deity's home.
The blackout curtains in the room were drawn tightly, blocking out all light. The pain in her abdomen seemed to have eased considerably. Su Wan covered herself with the blanket and glanced around the unfamiliar room. Deity's room had a very simple color scheme of black, white, and gray, with elegant and minimalistic decorations that reflected his personal style. The blanket was black and white checkered, light and comfortable. Su Wan pulled the blanket up and, almost instinctively, covered her nose with it to take a sniff; it was filled with his refreshing scent.
Then Sumerian playfully rolled around on the bed a few times before burying her face deep into the pillow, unable to help but let out a light laugh.
She was actually sleeping in Deity's bed.
She slept in Deity's bed.
Suddenly, the phone on the bedside table rang a few times. Su Wan casually picked it up; it was all messages from the Class Group. Normally, she wouldn't pay much attention to these, but at this moment, she was in a good mood and began scrolling through WeChat messages one by one.
Pagnana: The New Year's Day party really wears people out. I've barely slept for two days preparing for a program.
Amin: Who told you to join the drama club? Do you have too much time on your hands???
Wangzai Little Radish: How pathetic.
Pagnana: Is it my fault? How was I supposed to know that the president would make me write the script? And he insisted on a pure love story—what does that mean for me, an old virgin who has never been in love? Also, is what I play called a Flute?
Amin: No one said you were playing a flute!
Pagnana: …
Old Class Leader: Pagna Nana, be grateful. They let you write the script because you're from the Music Department. At least once you finish the script, you can retire in glory.
Pagnana: The key is that I really can't go on!
Fu Da Shen's Tofu Stick Little Chengyang: Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig run? Come on, Brother Yang will help you.
Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye.: Xu Chengyang, you can step down now.
Bridge: Xu Chengyang, you can step down now.
Fu Da Shen's Tofu Stick Little Chengyang: Still looking down on me? Pagnana, come at me!
Pagnana: The president said I need to write a few lines that are both subtle and explicit...
Mendeljin: Should it be subtle or explicit?
Pagnana: Subtle yet explicit, explicit yet a bit subtle???
Bridge: …
Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye.: …
Wangzai Little Radish: My hand passing through your black hair??
Mozart's Little Brother: Radish, are you sure this isn't a shampoo commercial?
Amin: My mouth that has kissed your lips??
Pagnana: This sentence is not bad, how about a few more?
Fu Da Shen's Tofu Stick Little Chengyang: Did my hands touch your body all over??
Bridge: Why is this so sleazy?
Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye.: Is my heart trying to strangle your neck?
Swan: Who has been on your bed?
Pagnana: …
Fu Da Shen's Tofu Stick Little Chengyang: !!!
Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye.: !!!
Old Class Leader: !!!
Amin: !!!
Bridge: !!!
Wangzai Little Radish: !!! What the heck!!! Did I just see that??? That ID from just now??
Old Class Leader: Flower of the Orchestra Department???
Mendeljin: Is she really so reckless? The high and mighty flower is surprisingly wild?
...
Su Wan did not see the messages being pushed up in the group because after she sent that message, Fu Weiheng walked in, startling her so much that she dropped her phone and immediately sat up. Naturally, she also missed Xu Chengyang and Yao Ye frantically messaging her in the dorm group.
Fu Weiheng walked to the bedside, smoothing her tousled hair, his tone gentle: "Does it still hurt?"
Su Wan shook her head in a daze and asked, "What time is it?"
"It's noon." He sat down along the edge of the bed. "Get up and eat."
Su Wan nodded.
Originally, Fu Weiheng planned to let her eat breakfast before going back to sleep, but seeing how much pain she was in, he felt reluctant to wake her. After settling Su Wan, he made a call to Zhang Lin to inform the team that they would have a day off today and asked Zhang Lin to bring the documents from the company to the apartment. After all, reviewing documents could be done anywhere.
Su Wan washed her face briefly and followed him to the living room. Fu Weiheng casually turned on the TV and told her to sit and watch for a while while he quietly went into the kitchen.
Watching his focused figure, Su Wan felt a warm current rise within her. She smiled and stared blankly for a moment before turning her head to watch the TV.
About ten minutes later, Fu Weiheng came out of the kitchen with a cup of something warm in his hand. Su Wan was staring at the TV, lost in thought.
Fu Weiheng sat down beside her, brushed through her long hair, and placed the item in front of her. "Drink this."
Su Wan's expression shifted as she took the cup from his hand and sniffed it: "Red date tea?"
He nodded, "Drink this first. I ordered takeout, it should arrive soon."
Su Wan readily took a sip. The temperature was just right, neither cold nor hot, and the sweetness of the brown sugar was very pleasant. She smiled and asked, "Did you make this?"
Fu Weiheng replied lightly, "I made it poorly; you'll have to make do with it."
"No way." She took another big sip. "It's better than what I can make."
He smiled and pinched her cheek, watching her finish the cup of red date tea, and she couldn't help but let out a satisfied burp.
Su Wan felt a bit embarrassed as she wiped her mouth and cautiously glanced at him.
Oh no.
She actually burped in front of Deity...
Fu Weiheng didn't mind. He took the mug from her hand and placed it on the coffee table before leaning in to kiss her. The faint taste of red date tea lingered in her mouth, sweet and tempting.
Kissing became something one got used to after doing it often. After a few times, Su Wan no longer blushed as easily as before; instead, she learned to respond lightly to his kiss with some of Deity's techniques.
The spark ignited easily and was hard to extinguish. Su Wan's return kiss felt like an encouraging signal. He gently nibbled on her lips, leaning in slightly and pulling her deeper into the sofa. Su Wan felt stiff all over, as if his hands had some magical power that ignited desire wherever they roamed on her body.
Fu Weiheng slightly tugged at the collar of her knitted top, lightly brushing over her shoulders and following the delicate curve of her collarbone down to her chest. The person beneath him trembled, and the fingers gripping his shoulder tightened even more.
It was at that moment that a knock sounded at the door.
Su Wan was startled, her heart racing as she blushed and tilted her head to stop him from continuing, "You... you can get up."
Fu Weiheng, feeling somewhat unsatisfied, adjusted her collar and stood up to calm his breathing, preparing to open the door.
As Su Wan stood up, she inadvertently caught sight of the bulge between his legs, her face turning crimson as she stammered, "Um... I'll go..."
Fu Weiheng's ears turned red, and he replied lightly, "Okay."
When Su Wan returned to the living room with the takeout, Fu Weiheng was nowhere to be seen. Holding the takeout, she curiously glanced around and noticed that the bathroom door in the bedroom was tightly closed, causing her heart to skip a beat.
Could it be that Deity was...
Suddenly, an image of Deity impeccably dressed while relieving himself flashed through Sumerian's mind...
In an instant, her head felt like it was exploding with a mushroom cloud.
Don't look, don't look...
After a while, Fu Weiheng emerged from the bathroom just as Su Wan was taking out the utensils from the cabinet and preparing to set the table. She saw Fu Weiheng leisurely walking out of the bedroom, now dressed in a cotton loungewear set instead of his shirt and trousers.
Su Wan paused with the plate in hand, "That was quick..."
Fu Weiheng remained silent.
Seeing Fu Weiheng's handsome face twist further in discomfort, Su Wan realized she might have said something inappropriate and quickly covered up, "What I meant was... um... you're not fast at all..."
“……”
Su Wan rubbed her forehead, feeling both amused and helpless. Perhaps it was better for her to stay silent…
“I don’t mind if you want to experience it yourself,” Fu Weiheng said, his eyes narrowing slightly, exuding a dangerous aura. His voice was sharp, “Am I fast or slow?”
Su Wan panicked, “No… that’s not necessary, I’ve already seen enough…”
“……” Fu Weiheng sighed helplessly. “Guan Guan, I just went to take a shower…”
Su Wan remained speechless.
It was her who was too dirty-minded…
After finishing the meal, Su Wan naturally stood up to clear the dishes, but Fu Weiheng wrapped an arm around her and said, “Go rest, I’ll take care of it.”
Knowing she couldn’t argue with him, Su Wan didn’t say much and set down the dishes before heading to the living room. After sleeping most of the morning and having that cup of red date tea, she felt much more energized and her stomach didn’t hurt as much. She didn’t want to waste the afternoon.
When Fu Weiheng finished washing the dishes and came out of the kitchen, she approached him with bright eyes and said, “Neil, my stomach doesn’t hurt anymore. Can you take me back to school this afternoon to practice piano?”
Fu Weiheng raised an eyebrow and replied in a deep voice, “You think you can just leave after sleeping in my bed?”
Su Wan: “……”
It’s not like I slept with you...
Fu Weiheng looked at her gloomy expression and silently pulled her into the Piano Room next to the study. "I can practice here too."
Su Wan's eyes brightened, and in a cheerful mood, she kissed his cheek and said, "Neil, you're so nice."
Fu Weiheng couldn't help but chuckle at her sudden change in demeanor. He returned to the living room to bring her the piano, saying, "You practice well. I'll be right next door; call me if you need anything."
"Will I disturb you?" Su Wan glanced curiously at the study, which was only separated by a wall from the Piano Room.
"No," he said as he walked in to take out the piano and sheet music for her. "The soundproofing in the Piano Room was specially designed by someone I hired."
Su Wan felt reassured. "Great! Then you focus on your work."
Fu Weiheng said no more, ruffled her hair, and stepped out of the Piano Room, closing the door behind her.
After dinner, Fu Weiheng finally took Su Wan back to school. At the dormitory entrance, he briefly reminded her of a few things and then asked for a goodnight kiss before reluctantly letting her go upstairs.
By the time he returned to his apartment, it was already past eight o'clock. Fu Weiheng felt a bit tired, quickly took a shower, and pulled back the covers to rest. It was then that he noticed a phone lying quietly under his pillow. The silver casing was clearly not his. He lay down on the bed, picked up the phone, pressed the Home button, and the screen lit up with notifications—most of them were WeChat messages. However, what caught his attention were the two missed calls from unknown numbers at the top.
Fu Weiheng frowned as he stared at that string of phone numbers for a long time, feeling that this number seemed very familiar. He reached for his black phone on the cabinet and pulled up a number from his contacts that matched one from Su Wan's phone. After cross-referencing for a while, he dialed it using his own phone.
Before long, the call connected, and a lazy voice came through on the other end. "Neil?"
Fu Weiheng's deep-set eyes instantly darkened. "Let's talk, Jiang Zhi Yan."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Weiheng leisurely put on a coat and black pants, slipping Su Wan's phone into his coat pocket before stepping out with a stern expression.
The meeting was set in a private room at Magic. When Fu Weiheng pushed the door open, Jiang Zhi Yan was already there, leaning back on the sofa with a glass of red wine in hand and a cigarette burning between his fingers, looking relaxed and at ease.
Fu Weiheng strode up to him and silently pulled out a stack of cash from his wallet, placing it in front of him. "Take it."
Jiang Zhi Yan took a drag from his cigarette, straightened up, and shook the stack of renminbi with a smirk. "President Fu, are you trying to flaunt your wealth?"
"My girlfriend doesn't need to spend someone else's money." Fu Weiheng frowned deeply, not looking directly at him, but his eyes suddenly turned sharp and cold.
Jiang Zhi Yan paused with his hand holding the money, his eyes sparkling with interest. "What? Afraid I'll steal your girlfriend?"
"You don't have that ability." Fu Weiheng shot him a glance without changing his expression, his tone heavy as he warned, "Jiang Zhi Yan, don't forget the purpose of your return this time."
"Hah..." Jiang Zhi Yan curled his lips into a mocking smile, almost to himself as he softly said, "How could I forget..."
Fu Weiheng chose not to respond further and turned to leave.
However, at that moment, Jiang Zhi Yan suddenly stood up. His previously playful peach blossom eyes became sharp and clear. "Su Wan is my aunt's daughter; she's my cousin that I mentioned to you before..."
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