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"Well..." he said, "I can't hold back anymore."
The car came to a stop, and Su Wan put the gear in park.
Just as she was about to say, "Then go ahead and smoke," a shadow suddenly loomed over her. Before she could react, warm lips pressed against hers, and the breath of alcohol invaded her mouth as his tongue pushed past her lips.
The traffic light changed, and two abrupt honks sounded from behind. Su Wan let out a small "uh" in surprise and raised her hand to gently pat his shoulder, signaling him to pull away.
However, Fu Weiheng ignored her completely, gripping the back of her head with one hand while his tongue delved deeper.
More honks urged from behind them. He bit down lightly on her lips in frustration before reluctantly releasing her. His eyes were filled with desire as he leaned close to her ear, whispering softly, "I can't help but want... you."
".........................."
Su Wan's mind exploded like a mushroom cloud...
On the way back, Su Wan found it hard to keep a steady grip on the steering wheel under Fu Weiheng's wolf-like gaze.
His unabashed stare made her feel completely exposed, as if she were bare before him.
Su Wan increasingly realized that Mr. Fu was not only a beast in bed but also a terrifying wolf when drunk.
As they took the elevator upstairs, Fu Weiheng nearly leaned all his weight against her. At 1.85 meters tall, Su Wan struggled to support him as he stumbled with each step.
Finally entering the house, Su Wan had just closed the door when she felt a tight grip around her waist. The man beside her pushed her against the white wall behind them.
Su Wan gasped in shock. When she looked up at him again, his eyes were clear and deep under the dim moonlight, seemingly trying to look straight into her heart.
She raised her hand to support his shoulder, trying to persuade him to go to bed: "Let's go to the bedroom..."
But he smiled knowingly, and under the influence of alcohol, his expression took on an extremely alluring yet dangerous vibe.
Su Wan's heart trembled at the sight. Before she could speak again, he bent down effortlessly and swept her off her feet, striding confidently toward the bedroom.
He held her tightly, stepping steadily, his clear and handsome face appearing as steady as iron, showing no signs of intoxication.
Su Wan suddenly felt as if she had been played. She raised her hand to hit him twice and tried to struggle, but felt her back soften, the bed shaking slightly as she found herself firmly pressed onto the large bed.
The room had not yet been lit; the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were half-drawn, and the bright moonlight streamed in from outside, resembling a bright lamp that illuminated the tenderness in his eyes.
Su Wan immediately felt defeated and glared at him, "You're not drunk."
"Well, didn't I say before, your husband..." He leaned down, whispering in her ear, "is sober among the drunken."
His warm breath carried a faint scent of alcohol, brushing against her ear like an invisible current, making her body feel tingly. She swallowed hard, "Let's... go to sleep..."
Fu Weiheng raised an eyebrow, clearly dissatisfied with her words, and pressed his entire body firmly against hers.
Wearing only a thin dress, Su Wan could clearly feel his desire beneath her.
"Guan Guan..." His deep voice was now hoarse and incredibly seductive. "A moment of spring night."
Su Wan inexplicably raised her hand to stop him and foolishly asked, "Do you... still have strength?"
Fu Weiheng's gaze darkened as he lowered his head and kissed her fiercely without mercy.
In the latter half of the night, Mr. Fu thoroughly made this ungrateful person understand his "strength."
---
In July, under the blazing sun.
With temperatures reaching 37 degrees Celsius.
Yan Chuan was nearly suffocating from the heat; even the wind blowing towards him was hot, leaving him with a sticky layer of sweat on his face.
In the practice room, a piece had just finished practicing, and it was time for a break.
The air in the air-conditioned room was dry, and practicing the piano for a long time in such an environment could lead to the instrument cracking. While practicing, Su Wan felt that something was off with her piano's sound, so she took a break and quickly lifted it up to check.
Wen He wiped the sweat from her flute and moved her chair next to Su Wan. "Guan Guan, you're from Yan University, right?"
Su Wan glanced at her and continued fiddling with the piano. "Yeah."
Wen He smiled. "I have a little cousin who just finished her college entrance exams. The results came out recently, and her scores are enough for her to get into Yan University. She loves photography and painting, so I wanted to ask how the Art Institute and Photography Department at Yan University are. Are the programs solid?"
Su Wan tapped the back of her piano and thought for a moment. "The Art Institute at Yan University is quite good. Although Yan University is most famous for its music school, the teaching staff at the Art Institute is also among the best in the country. As for the Photography Department, I'm not too familiar with it."
Wen He nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, then I'll accompany her to the school to find out more."
Su Wan smiled. "If you need help later on, feel free to ask me."
Wen He replied, "Thank you so much!"
At that moment, Su Wan's hand paused on the piano, and her smile suddenly froze.
Wen He was taken aback. "...What's wrong?"
Her delicate brows drooped as she flipped over the piano body and pouted. "...It's cracked."
Wen He seemed to sense something and looked at the cello in her hands. She noticed a barely visible small crack above the bridge and gently patted Su Wan's shoulder, softly comforting her. "...I'm sorry for your loss."
Su Wan remained silent.
Later that evening after work, Su Wan needed to take her broken piano for repairs. Fu Weiheng happened to be working overtime, so after making a phone call to inform him, she took the subway to a music store near the school.
After leaving her piano there, Su Wan casually found a restaurant to have dinner before heading back to Fu Weiheng's apartment.
It was only a little past seven when she got home, and Fu Weiheng had not returned yet. The weather was too hot, so after taking a shower, she slipped into Fu Weiheng's study to turn on the computer and look up some information.
When Fu Weiheng returned, it was already close to dawn. The living room was dimly lit by a small lamp, and the house was extremely quiet, with only the hum of the air conditioning breaking the silence.
Fu Weiheng guessed that she must have fallen asleep. He quietly placed the keys down and tiptoed toward the bedroom, pushing the door open.
The room was pitch black, with the curtains drawn tightly. However, the blue-gray checkered bedspread was neatly laid out, and there was no one there.
Fu Weiheng raised an eyebrow and then noticed a faint light seeping through the gap under the door of the study next door.
He turned and walked over, placing his hand on the doorknob and gently pushing it open.
Inside the study, only a desk lamp was lit, and the glow from the laptop screen illuminated Su Wan's serene and delicate sleeping face as she rested her head on the desk.
He walked softly closer to her, inching nearer with each steady breath she took.
Outside, a car whizzed by, causing the glass window behind the office chair to tremble slightly with the sound, which felt particularly jarring.
Fu Weiheng stood in front of her, leaned down to tuck her long hair behind her ear, and just as he was about to bend down to pick her up, his peripheral vision caught sight of the still screen on the computer—
[2017 32nd Klein International String Competition]
[Online application submitted]
Fu Weiheng paused for a moment, raising his hand to move the mouse and scroll through the registration interface. The person who had been resting seemed to sense the movement and slowly opened her eyes.
She glanced at Fu Weiheng standing beside her and rubbed her sleepy eyes. "You're back?"
"Mm," Fu Weiheng replied.
Only then did Su Wan notice that he was focused on the competition information displayed on the screen.
After a moment, he turned to look at her. "You've already registered?"
Su Wan nodded.
He turned to kiss her full forehead gently, his voice soft: "When did you decide?"
Looking at the registration materials she needed to submit, it seemed she had been preparing for over two months.
Su Wan replied calmly, "Um... probably around April..."
"Why didn't you tell me?" He picked her up and carried her into the room. "Weren't you busy preparing your thesis back then? How did you find time to record a CD?"
Su Wan wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice delicate: "If you squeeze in some time, you can make it work..."
He gently placed her on the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her cheek: "What made you suddenly want to compete? Hmm?"
Su Wan lowered her gaze, finding it hard to speak.
Because you have achieved such brilliance at such a young age, how could I always be trailing behind you?
The air fell silent for a long while, and neither of them spoke.
Fu Weiheng noticed her obvious avoidance in her eyes and suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question: "Then why do you change the subject every time I mention marriage? Hmm?"
Su Wan was taken aback: "I... didn't..." She couldn't find an answer.
"Guan Guan, tell me." He held her delicate hand, his fingertips gently caressing hers, his deep voice slowly trying to draw her into his words. "What do you think?"
Su Wan remained silent for a long time, each time words were on the tip of her tongue but she couldn't say them.
He stopped pressing for answers, kissed her lips, and finally said: "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. Let's sleep; it's late."
As he turned to enter the bathroom, his tall and handsome figure was striking.
But in Su Wan's eyes, it felt distant and disappointing.
The sound of the shower running from the bathroom filled the air. Su Wan burrowed under the covers, turned away, and closed her eyes, but no matter what she did, she couldn't fall asleep.
About twenty minutes later, the bathroom door opened, bringing with it a refreshing scent of shower gel.
Su Wan had her back to him, and her heartbeat began to quicken uncontrollably.
The edge of the bed noticeably sank, and then there was a soft thud as he turned off the bedside lamp and slipped under the covers. He glanced at her back but made no other movements, lying flat as if there were a vast chasm between them, feeling particularly distant.
This was the first time he had not held her while sleeping.
Time passed without him noticing, and just as Fu Weiheng planned to stay awake until dawn, the person beside him suddenly turned over, tightly wrapping her arms around his strong waist. The warmth and familiarity of her presence settled against his chest.
“Neil... I'm sorry.”
Her soft voice unexpectedly touched the most tender part of his heart, and in an instant, his heart melted like water, rippling and unable to calm down for a long time.
Fu Weiheng raised his hand to embrace her waist, slightly turning to press her firmly against him, gently asking, “What’s wrong?”
“Neil, I didn’t mean to hide. I just... have too many concerns.” She said, “You’re so outstanding; I don’t want to marry you feeling empty... I’m not insecure; I just want to stand beside you with confidence... At least, I want to have some assurance...”
Some assurance that no one could separate us.
Fu Weiheng furrowed his brow in surprise that the usually composed and intelligent Su Wan would have such thoughts. He then rolled over, pinning her beneath him and looking down at her with sincere eyes. “Guan Guan, I’ve never asked you to stand at a certain height. In my heart, you are more important than anything else. Just having you by my side is all I seek in this life; why would I want you to change for me? If you want to reach greater heights, I will support you and pave the way for you. Even if you fail, I will be here for you; I will bear the burden for you. But I hope that everything you do is for your own achievements and not for me.”
He suddenly smiled, lowering his head to nibble on her earlobe. “Guan Guan, I have always been by your side and will remain so until death.”
Clouds drifted by, obscuring the beautiful moonlight.
Su Wan lay beneath him, all her thoughts shattered by his words.
When did she start having so many concerns?
She had always been carefree...
She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest, shyly murmuring, “Neil, I love you.”
Fu Weiheng kissed her and said, "I prefer tangible actions over verbal confessions."
Su Wan remained silent.
---
On Friday evening, while Su Wan was in Fu Weiheng's apartment's Piano Room practicing piano, she received a WeChat message from Qin Mu.
Mumu Baby: Sis! I bought a train ticket to Yan Chuan for tomorrow at nine! I’ll arrive by noon!
Swan: Okay, I’ll pick you up.
Swan: Do you have a lot of stuff?
Mumu Baby: Not much, just a small suitcase and a bag of braised chicken wings that Mom asked me to bring you!
Swan: Got it. Did the results come out?
Mumu Baby: Yes, they came out, and they’re about what I expected. I’m likely to meet the first-tier cutoff!
Swan: Congratulations!
Mumu Baby: Thanks! Remember to take me out for some good food.
Swan: Sure.
After locking her screen, Su Wan put down the piano and went to the study to find someone.
Fu Weiheng was looking at reports when he heard a knock on the door and responded softly.
Su Wan pushed open a crack in the door and poked her head in. "Neil, are you busy?"
Fu Weiheng glanced at her and asked, "What's up?"
Su Wan pushed the door open and quietly asked, "Do you have time tomorrow?"
Fu Weiheng paused his page-turning and replied, "I have to work overtime at the company tomorrow. What's up?"
"Oh..." Su Wan had been stealing glances at him, finding it hard to speak up.
At this point, he couldn't hold back any longer. He put down the report in his hand, rested his elbow on the table, raised an eyebrow, and asked directly, "Do you have something planned for tomorrow?"
"Um... I was wondering if I could borrow your car..." Su Wan hesitated, "Mu Mu is coming to Yan Chuan tomorrow..."
Just for that?
Fu Weiheng smiled lightly and readily said, "There's a second car key in the nightstand; you can take it."
Seeing him agree, Su Wan couldn't help but feel a surge of joy inside. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Neil."
Fu Weiheng thought for a moment but still felt a bit uneasy. He asked, "Do you want Old Yu to drive you?"
Su Wan quickly waved her hand, "No, no, I can manage."
After pondering for a while, Fu Weiheng finally nodded in agreement.
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