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At the bustling intersection, a crowd had gathered around.
The husband of the Young Woman was shouting with a red face, stirring up trouble, while the crowd murmured, seemingly swayed by the couple's one-sided claims.
Fu Weiheng walked calmly into the crowd and stood in front of the Cayenne, glancing at the deformed front of the car. His brow furrowed in displeasure as he looked down at the couple, his voice suddenly turning cold and sharp: "Are you going to call the police, or are you coming with me to the hospital for an injury check?"
The Young Woman's husband was a middle-aged man with a scruffy face, small in stature, wearing a tank top, shorts, and flip-flops. His smug expression was quite off-putting.
Fu Weiheng already had an unapproachable and gloomy demeanor. Standing next to the man now, his sharp and clear eyes fixed on him, giving off an overwhelming sense of intimidation.
The man was startled by Fu Weiheng's dark aura and stumbled back a step. When he spoke again, his previously confident tone had diminished significantly: "Who are you?"
Fu Weiheng raised his hand and tapped on the car hood, remaining unfazed: "The car owner."
The man craned his neck to glance at the two girls behind him and said, "If you're the car owner, that's perfect. Your woman scared my son while driving. If you don't take responsibility today, don't even think about leaving!"
Fu Weiheng replied succinctly: "In that case, Zhang Lin, call the police."
Zhang Lin pretended to take out her phone: "Yes."
The man was taken aback by his words and paused for a moment before shouting again: "What do you mean! You hit someone and still think you have a reason?" He spat on the ground menacingly and calculated how to provoke them further. "Call the police then; let them handle it. I want to see what you do!"
"Who wants to call the police?"
A calm and powerful voice rang out from outside the crowd, and everyone quickly made way.
A handsome man in a police uniform walked steadily up to the two individuals, his expression unchanged as he asked again, "Who wants to report?"
The man immediately adopted a sycophantic demeanor, pointing at Su Wan and starting to complain, "Officer, I want to report her. They almost hit my son with their car and want to leave without taking responsibility!"
Qin Mu interjected loudly, "We said we would take his son to the hospital!"
Shen Junshu glanced at Qin Mu, waved his hand decisively, and said, "Then hurry to the hospital. Get him checked for injuries, and after that, you can discuss compensation!"
The man quickly raised his hand to stop them. "Hey... no, officer, my son isn't injured; it's just..."
"If he's not injured, why are you making a fuss? Trying to extort money?" Shen Junshu cut straight to the point.
"No... it's not that. Look at how scared my son is; he must have suffered some psychological damage. What if there are aftereffects or something..."
"Then hurry to the hospital for an examination." Shen Junshu glanced at the little boy crying in the woman's arms and called over a colleague outside. Without giving the man time to refuse, he commanded, "Xiao Li, come here and drive them to the hospital!"
At this point, the man found himself in a dilemma. He had never expected things to escalate this far. Now, refusing was not an option, but agreeing was equally difficult. He could only let himself be half-pushed by the young officer as he took his son and wife into the police car heading for the hospital.
As the police car gradually drove away, Shen Junshu scanned the crowd of onlookers and waved them off. "Everyone disperse..."
Seeing how quickly the situation had changed, the pedestrians felt it was no longer interesting and reluctantly began to disperse.
When Shen Junshu turned around, Fu Weiheng nodded slightly at him and said, "Thank you."
Shen Junshu raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Was he actually thanking him? He then smiled and replied, "You're welcome."
Qin Mu was taken aback. "Do you know each other?"
At this moment, Shen Junshu completely lost the serious demeanor he had earlier and grinned, saying, "Good friends." After saying that, he noticed Su Wan next to Qin Mu, glanced at Fu Weiheng with interest, and walked up to Su Wan to greet her. "You must be the younger sister-in-law?"
Su Wan was taken aback. "My name is Su Wan."
"Oh~" Shen Junshu's tone shifted as he looked Su Wan up and down, muttering to himself, "Not bad, not bad..."
Su Wan: "..."
Qin Mu was a clothing enthusiast. Seeing Shen Junshu in his impressive police uniform made him unable to hide his excitement. He leaned closer and gave a thumbs-up, saying, "Police uncle, you were really cool just now."
Shen Junshu frowned slightly and asked in return, "Do I look very old?"
"No... not old." Qin Mu felt an itch in his palm to touch the police badge but got a bit choked up by the question. He quickly changed his words, "Police brother..."
Su Wan: "..."
Fu Weiheng glanced at the two who were chatting so comfortably and then pulled Su Wan along as they walked towards the Huiteng Car that Zhang Lin had driven earlier.
Su Wan was being led by him, pointing at the Cayenne behind her. "You... don't care about it anymore?"
Fu Weiheng didn't turn back. "Zhang Lin will handle it."
At this moment, Su Wan felt extremely guilty and lowered her head to apologize. "I'm... sorry."
He paused for a moment, as if asking a question he already knew the answer to. "Sorry for what?"
Su Wan buried her head even lower. "For damaging your Cayenne..." Then she hurriedly added, "I will cover the repair costs."
Fu Weiheng's hand paused on the car door, and he raised his hand to lean on the roof of the car, raising an eyebrow at her. "Do you think that's what I care about, Guan Guan?"
He opened the car door, pointed to his temple seriously, and said, "For the stability of our future life together, you should let Old Yu drive you around from now on."
Su Wan replied, "…………" She wasn't a road killer!
At that moment, Qin Mu happened to come over, joyfully holding up her phone as she sat in the back seat, excitedly saying, "That Officer Shen is really nice; we just added each other on WeChat, hahaha..."
Su Wan responded with little enthusiasm. "…Mm."
Qin Mu glanced over at her. "Sister, why do you look so melancholic?"
Just then, Fu Weiheng opened the driver's seat door and got in. Su Wan glanced at him and sighed deeply. "…Life's demands."
Qin Mu scoffed and said disdainfully, "You're the only one in the family who has such a carefree attitude towards life. What pressures could you possibly have?"
Su Wan implied, "A stable life."
Fu Weiheng: "…………"
Qin Mu: "………………"
This is what it means to be oblivious to reality.
Fu Weiheng chuckled, glancing at the calm Su Wan through the rearview mirror as he shifted gears and drove off.
His phone vibrated; two messages popped up in the graduated dormitory WeChat Group—
Jinjin's Little Chengyang: Guan Guan! Did you encounter another scammer?
Su Wan was taken aback. It had only been a little over an hour since the incident, so how did Xu Chengyang, who was on the other side of the ocean, find out?
Then another message popped up: [Jinjin's Little Chengyang invites Mumu Baby to join the chat group.]
Su Wan glanced at Qin Mu, whose recent post about encountering a scammer was clearly visible on her phone screen: "……" It was all too clear now.
Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye.: ???
Jinjin's Little Chengyang: Did someone just mess with me!!!
Mumu Baby: How dare she!!! My brother-in-law is here!!
Swan: …
Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: What's going on?
After a flurry of chatter in the WeChat Group—
Jinjin's Little Chengyang: What a show! Too bad I wasn't there!
Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: Such a social event, really social.
Jinjin's Little Chengyang: By the way, Lao Mu Bao, can you give me that Officer Shen's WeChat too?
Mumu Baby: …………
Swan: …………
Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: Are you living up to your WeChat ID, Xu Chengyang?
Jinjin's Little Chengyang: Hey, sharing with handsome guys! You have no idea, I've been eating so much bread and potatoes lately that I'm about to throw up. I urgently need some handsome guy to satisfy my cravings.
Mendeljin: What handsome guy do you need to satisfy your cravings?
Mumu Baby: Shocked.jpg
Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: It's a piece of cake.
Jinjin's Little Chengyang: ………………
Jinjin's Little Chengyang: Wow, I'm so busy. I'm going to practice piano.
Swan: ………………
——
In the evening, Fu Weijin brought Ye Fan to have dinner with Su Wan and Qin Mu.
Fu Weiheng and Ye Yinhua were supposed to come together, but they were firmly rejected by Fu Weijin, who stated that—
"It's a gathering of beautiful ladies, so straight men shouldn't interfere."
Fu Weiheng: ……
Ye Yinhua: ……
After discussing, the three of them unanimously decided to go eat at Haidilao.
At the square table, Qin Mu sat to the left of Su Wan, while Fu Weijin and Ye Fan sat to the right of Su Wan.
Qin Mu was cheerful, and Fu Weijin was friendly and generous; the two seemed to hit it off immediately and had been chatting non-stop since they sat down.
Su Wan was naturally a quiet person and had no idea about their entertainment industry gossip. However, she didn’t mind at all; she felt relaxed sitting quietly on one side. After picking up a meatball for Ye Fan, she tossed a piece of vegetable into the pot.
Ye Fan took a bite of the meatball that Su Wan had picked for her. Looking at her mother, who was enthusiastically chatting with Qin Mu, she smiled and said to Su Wan, “Auntie, Fan Fan can chat with you.”
Su Wan: “……” Had her thoughts really fallen to the point where she could only associate with children?
At that moment, Fu Weijin scooped a piece of beef from the pot and suddenly asked, “Guan Guan, I heard from Neil that you’re going to America for a competition in September?”
Qin Mu looked curious: “Sister! What competition? Going to America?”
Su Wan swallowed what was in her mouth and nodded: “Yeah.”
Fu Weijin smiled: “How’s the preparation going?”
Su Wan replied: “It’s mostly ready; now we’re just waiting for the results of the preliminary selection.”
Qin Mu exaggerated: “With your incredible piano skills, you’ll definitely pass!”
Fu Weijin: "Make sure to crush He Youyou!"
Ye Fan: "Auntie, you can do it!"
Su Wan: "..."
After Qin Mu had fun in Yan Chuan for three or four days, he returned to Yishi. On the day of Qin Mu's departure, Su Wan happened to receive an email notifying her of her selection for the Klein Competition Semifinal.
From then on, aside from her regular practice with the orchestra, she devoted most of her remaining time to rehearsing her pieces.
On Friday evening, Fu Weiheng returned home after working overtime, already past eight o'clock. As soon as he opened the door, he heard a passionate and stirring piano melody coming from the Piano Room.
He changed his shoes and headed straight for the Piano Room.
The sound of Fu Weiheng opening the door interrupted Su Wan's practice. She shook her right hand, which was holding the bow, and only then did she realize it was already past eight.
After practicing non-stop for over four hours, she was indeed exhausted.
Fu Weiheng walked over and glanced at the stack of sheet music on her Music Stand filled with markings. He casually asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
Su Wan paused for a moment and replied, "...No."
Fu Weiheng glanced at her without surprise, lifting the thick music sheets to flip through them—
Maybach's "Unaccompanied Cello Suites," Beethoven's "Cello Sonata No. 2 in G Minor," and the piece she had just played—
"Shostakovich's 'First Cello Concerto'?" Fu Weiheng raised the sheet, arching an eyebrow.
Su Wan hesitated slightly, "Yeah, there are some parts I just can't get right."
Fu Weiheng nodded thoughtfully, set the music down, took the cello and bow from her hands, and carefully placed them on the ground. His tone was gentle, "Let's go eat first, rest for the night, and I'll give you some guidance tomorrow. Is that okay?"
Su Wan's eyes sparkled, "Let's go! Time to eat!"
The two found a noodle shop nearby with a pleasant atmosphere. After ordering at the front desk, they chose a window seat.
Fu Weiheng glanced at her fingertips, marked by strings from long hours of practice, and asked, "Are those the pieces for the semifinal?"
"Yeah, the requirement is one piece by Maybach, one sonata, and one concerto." Su Wan sipped some warm water. "Can you accompany me on piano during practice tomorrow? I want to hear how it sounds."
Fu Weiheng would not refuse. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Are you nervous?"
Su Wan pressed her lips together and replied candidly, "A little. I've never participated in such a significant competition before."
Fu Weiheng fell silent for a moment before suddenly saying, "Do you want to try getting used to it first?"
Su Wan's eyes flickered, momentarily unable to process what he had said: "Huh?"
He, however, shifted his gaze to the waiter approaching from behind Su Wan, carrying a bowl of noodles, and casually said, "Let's eat first."
Not fully understanding, Su Wan raised an eyebrow, took the chopsticks he handed her, and didn't delve further into his words as she focused on her noodles.
The next day, both of them woke up early. After having breakfast, they entered the Piano Room together.
Fu Weiheng opened the upright piano that had been sitting idle for some time, checked the tuning, played a scale to warm up his fingers, and after trying out a segment of the piano accompaniment sheet music, he nodded at Su Wan without any difficulty: "It's good. Let's go."
Su Wan nodded, adjusted her posture at the piano, and maintained her original state while playing through the First Cello Concerto with Fu Weiheng's accompaniment.
As a musician who had been in the industry for many years, Fu Weiheng's ears were exceptionally sensitive. He had unique insights into grasping musical pieces and controlling emotions.
After finishing the piece, he stood up from the piano bench and walked over to take Su Wan's sheet music. He casually picked up a pencil and marked a few spots on the measures and notes. Then he said, "In the places I've marked, you should apply a bit more force when you play. Try to keep the vibrato smooth and sustained. This piece is quite aggressive; it's best to emphasize each note. Towards the end, where it needs to soften, make sure it does. Follow my instructions and let's do it again."
Su Wan felt a mix of emotions and sighed inwardly that Fu Weiheng truly deserved his reputation as a deity in the music world; just from hearing her play once, he could pinpoint her shortcomings clearly. She nodded with admiration in her eyes and said, "Okay."
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