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When they arrived at the Fu Residence, Fu Weiheng was in the living room accompanying Ye Fan as she painted. He sat on the sofa, his forearm resting on his knee, slightly hunched over, his long and well-proportioned back subtly visible beneath a dark gray cashmere sweater. Su Wan stood at the entrance, only to hear his voice deepen before he began to cough softly.
She quickly took off her shoes, not even bothering to put on slippers, and rushed over to him.
Fu Weiheng covered his mouth as he coughed, and when he looked up, he saw Su Wan had somehow appeared beside him, looking flustered and hurried. His gaze shifted down to her bare feet, and just as he was about to speak, he was choked by a sudden breath, causing him to cough even harder.
Seeing his handsome face turn increasingly red from coughing, Su Wan hurriedly patted his back to help him breathe easier while reaching for a cup of warm water on the tea table and bringing it to his lips.
After finishing the large cup of warm water, Fu Weiheng finally felt a bit better. He frowned as he glanced at her bare feet and immediately said, "Why aren't you wearing slippers again?" He was about to take off his own cotton slippers for her to wear.
However, Su Wan was quicker; she turned and ran back to the entrance while muttering, "I'll go put them on! You just sit there!"
Fu Weiheng: "..."
Ye Fan couldn't help but giggle: "Auntie, are you chanting?"
Just then, Fu Weijin walked in after parking the car and caught Ye Fan's remark. She asked curiously, "What are you chanting?"
"Mommy!" The little girl beamed upon seeing Fu Weijin and dashed over with her short legs to cuddle in her mother's arms.
Fu Weiheng also got up and naturally took Ye Fan's hand: "Let's go to the Piano Room."
Su Wan: "...Oh."
Once they entered the Piano Room, Fu Weiheng walked straight to the bookshelf and picked up a large case before placing it in front of Su Wan.
Su Wan stared at the suddenly appeared cello case in surprise: "This..."
"Try opening the piano," he said, patting the piano case and laying it down.
Su Wan eagerly opened the piano case and lightly plucked the four strings. A rich sound immediately spread out; this was a new piano. She caressed the body of the piano, noting its exquisite craftsmanship and its reddish-brown color. She lifted the instrument, held the bow, and played a scale. The tone was very clear, and the height of the bridge was just right, making it easy to press the strings. In short, this was a great piano, and its value was undoubtedly immeasurable to her.
Feeling something, Su Wan tightened her grip on the bow and furrowed her brow slightly. "Neil, you..."
Fu Weiheng guessed what she was going to ask and preemptively said, "The piano is too heavy. It would be tiring for you to carry it back to Fu Residence. Just leave this piano here for your lessons."
Upon hearing this, Su Wan let out a sigh of relief, feeling warmth in her heart. She put down the piano, tilted her head, kissed him lightly, and whispered, "Neil, you’re so good."
It seemed she had said this countless times before, but apart from that one phrase "you’re so good," she really didn’t know what else to say.
Fu Weiheng took the opportunity to pull her into his embrace and reminded her in a low voice, "I have a cold."
"Well, I’m not afraid," Su Wan replied nonchalantly. As she spoke, she tilted her head as if to kiss him again when suddenly two light coughs came from outside the door.
Fu Weijin was holding Ye Fan in one arm while covering Ye Fan's eyes with his other hand. He deliberately raised his voice and said, "Not suitable for children; Fan Fan can't see."
Startled, Su Wan jumped out of his arms, her face flushed as she bent over to fiddle with the new piano.
Fu Weiheng shot a sharp glance at Fu Weijin and said coldly, "Fu Weijin, are you that bored?"
Fu Weijin retorted confidently, "Hey hey hey, let’s be reasonable here, Neil. Guan Guan is here today to teach my Fan Fan."
Ye Fan nodded seriously and mimicked her mother’s tone as she said softly, "Yes, Uncle, you need to be reasonable; Auntie is here to teach me."
Fu Weiheng and Su Wan exchanged glances of disbelief.
Uncle helplessly ruffled Auntie's hair before dragging Fu Weijin out of the Piano Room.
Although it was a new piano, Su Wan quickly got the hang of it. By the end of the class, she had figured out the positions and tuning without any signs of discomfort. She neatly put the piano away and took Ye Fan to the living room.
Fu Weiheng was not there; only Fu Weijin was alone in the living room arranging flowers. Hearing footsteps, she didn’t stop her movements but turned her head to glance over. "Guan Guan finished class? Neil is upstairs; he should be asleep. You can go check on him."
Su Wan looked up at the wrought iron staircase, hesitating for a moment with an air of wanting to cover something up. "Then I'll go check and come right back down."
Fu Weijin didn’t think much of it, smiling as she pulled Ye Fan over and urged her, "Go on, go."
Then Su Wan stepped steadily up the not-so-long staircase. When she finally stood at Fu Weiheng's bedroom door, her heart began to race involuntarily, and her face felt hot. A strange sense of nervousness washed over her.
After all, she had already slept in Divine Apartment's bed...
She raised her hand and gently knocked on the door. After two seconds with no response from inside, she cautiously pushed the door open, mustering her courage to step in before quickly turning to close the door behind her. After calming her breath, she slowly turned around.
Fu Weiheng lay on the large bed, slightly turned to one side, with the blanket covering his shoulders. He seemed to be sleeping soundly; even standing by the door, Su Wan could hear his steady breathing. So, she tiptoed over to the bedside and instinctively crouched down to look at his handsome face.
His usually refined features appeared somewhat haggard due to illness at this moment. At such a close distance, Su Wan could clearly see his deep-set eyes and long, thick eyelashes, his strong brows and straight nose, and his slightly dry lips. His neatly styled short hair brushed against his ears. This peaceful sleeping face was a stark contrast to his usual aloof and distant demeanor.
Without thinking, Su Wan reached out to touch his face.
Wow, his skin is really nice.
She then traced along his handsome profile towards those slightly dry lips, unconsciously swallowing hard.
Just a kiss, just one kiss.
Su Wan slowly straightened up, holding her breath as she leaned closer to those lips and gently pressed against them, lingering for a moment.
Hmm, cool and dry, just as expected.
However, just as she was about to tilt her head away, Fu Weiheng, who had been sound asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. Startled, Su Wan quickly retracted her hand that was touching his face and intended to get up. But Fu Weiheng was quicker; he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace, deepening the kiss.
Caught in the act of stealing a kiss, Su Wan felt utterly embarrassed and struggled for a moment, wanting to rise. Yet Fu Weiheng wrapped his long legs around her, pulling her completely into the blanket and holding her tightly.
"Have you learned to ambush now? Hmm?" His hoarse voice drifted into Su Wan's ears along with his ragged breath.
Su Wan trembled against him and then realized he was frighteningly hot all over. She twisted slightly, intending to check his forehead, but Fu Weiheng furrowed his brow and firmly locked his leg around her waist, saying in a deep voice, "Don't move."
Su Wan vaguely felt something hard pressing against her waist, her body stiffened immediately, and she froze against his chest, blushing as she spoke, "Neil, you're burning up."
"It's nothing," he lowered his head and kissed her forehead. His weak voice carried a hint of pleading. "Guan Guan, will you stay tonight?"
His rich and deep voice flowed like a clear mountain spring into Su Wan's heart, making her palms tingle.
Su Wan felt her face was even hotter than his body. After thinking for a moment, she replied, "Okay."
Fu Weiheng was taken aback by her straightforwardness; he hadn't expected her to agree.
"But you have to take medicine first; you're running a fever." Her soft voice came muffled from his chest. Fu Weiheng, feeling pleased, lowered his head and pecked her again. "Alright, I'll listen to you."
After watching Fu Weiheng finish taking the medicine, it was almost mealtime. Concerned that he might catch a chill if he went downstairs, Su Wan decided to go down and bring him dinner. Just as she tucked him in with the blanket, there was a knock at the door accompanied by a deliberately ambiguous tone: "Guan Guan, are you two done?"
Su Wan: "…"
Then Su Wan, blushing furiously, opened the door to find Fu Weijin standing there with a tray in hand, seemingly eavesdropping at the corner of the wall. Su Wan froze for a moment, feeling awkward.
But Fu Weijin smiled nonchalantly as he walked in with the food. "I knew you wouldn't come down for dinner, so I brought it myself."
Fu Weiheng, leaning against the headboard with a gloomy expression, shot a glare at Fu Weijin. "You can leave once you've set it down."
Fu Weijin ignored him, placed the items on the low table, and walked in front of Su Wan to explain, "I made century egg and lean meat congee for Neil, and I stewed some Snow Fungus and Frog Fat for you. Make sure to eat more."
Su Wan expressed her gratitude, "Thank you, Miss Fu."
Fu Weijin: "Still calling me Miss Fu? Change it quickly."
Su Wan made a sound of acknowledgment; it took her a long time to change how she addressed Fu Weiheng back then...
"Fu Weijin, you can leave now." Mr. Fu, who had been neglected for too long, spoke up with a displeased expression.
Fu Weijin shot him an annoyed glare, snorted coldly, flipped her hair, and left the room.
"Are you going to eat?" Su Wan asked softly.
Fu Weiheng replied nonchalantly, "Yeah, feed me."
Su Wan: "..."
In the end, Su Wan obediently fed him the entire bowl of congee. Looking at the empty bowl, she was surprised that he still had such a good appetite despite being sick.
"All done, that's great," she handed him a tissue to wipe his mouth.
Fu Weiheng casually took it and said, "You fed me; I had to finish it even if I cried."
Su Wan: "..."
After dinner, Su Wan took the dishes downstairs and returned to her room to check Fu Weiheng's temperature again.
37.8.
Although it wasn't as severe as the earlier fever, there was still a slight low-grade fever. Su Wan frowned and wrapped him tightly in the blanket, saying, "Neil, don't come out. Just stay like this; sweating a bit will help."
Fu Weiheng opened his beautiful eyes and said leisurely, "Guan Guan, there’s another way to sweat."
Su Wan paused for a moment, and before she could ask what method he meant, Fu Weiheng lowered his voice and said, "Sleep with me."
Su Wan: "..."
Fu Weiheng was being mischievous again.
Feeling uncomfortable under his deep, desire-filled gaze, Su Wan's face flushed, and she blurted out, "I'm going to take a shower."
As soon as she said it, Su Wan regretted her words.
Taking a shower before sleeping with him?
The atmosphere became increasingly ambiguous, and even Fu Weiheng's gaze towards her grew deeper.
Finally, Su Wan covered her face and ran out of the room in extreme embarrassment.
When Su Wan finished her shower and changed into her pajamas to return to Fu Weiheng's room, he was leaning against the headboard reading a book.
Su Wan stood by the door, wanting to check if his fever had subsided. He had already looked up from his book, lifted a corner of the blanket, and patted the empty space beside him. "Come here."
Su Wan's mind immediately flashed back to the dynamic sticker Xu Chengyang had sent her on WeChat a few days ago. Her eyes twitched, and she couldn't help but sigh, "…So vulgar!" Thus, someone tremblingly sat down on the chair by the bed, saying, "I'll just sit here."
Fu Weiheng: "…"
Su Wan opened WeChat and sent a message in the dorm group: … I won't be going back tonight. The Deity is sick. (°_°)
Xu Chengyang replied instantly.
Fu Da Shen's Tofu Stick Little Chengyang: !!! The Deity is sick???
Swan: Yeah, has a fever.
Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: Is it better now?
Swan: Still a bit of a low fever.
Fu Da Shen's Tofu Stick Little Chengyang: In that case, Sumerian, I allow you to stay out tonight. You must take good care of the Deity; don't let my good intentions go to waste.
Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: Sumerian, you’ve worked hard.
Su Wan replied somewhat resentfully: Why aren't you guys worried about me?
Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: Worried about what? You won't eat the Deity.
Fu Da Shen's Tofu Stick Little Chengyang: If anyone's eating, it would be the Deity eating you. Besides, even if you were eaten by the Deity, such an exquisite man—why not take advantage of it, Guan Guan!
Swan: …
Poor choice in friends! Poor choice in friends! Poor choice in friends!!!
As it was time for bed, Fu Weiheng's fever had mostly subsided, and Su Wan felt relieved as she prepared to return to her room to sleep. However, the now-recovered Mr. Fu had no intention of letting her go just yet. He pulled her into the covers, holding her tightly and playfully said, "I can't sleep; keep me company and talk."
Su Wan was already feeling a bit drowsy. Leaning against him, feeling warm and secure, she became even more tired, her eyelids heavy and ready to close. She murmured, "Mm, you talk..."
After a long silence, Fu Weiheng finally spoke slowly, "Guan Guan."
"Mm..." she replied vaguely.
"I want to get married," he said, "to you."
Su Wan: "..." had already fallen asleep.
Fu Weiheng couldn't help but smile. He kissed the corner of her eye and silently held her even tighter.
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