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"By my authority—"
A deep and powerful voice, tinged with a hint of gloom and anger.
Everyone turned to look.
Fu Weiheng, who had originally left, returned at some point, standing by the door of the Practice Room. His clear face was marked by distinct coldness, and his sharp eyes shot a piercing glare directly at Guo Yao, causing her heart to tremble involuntarily.
He spoke in a chilling tone, "What do you think you are?"
The spacious Practice Room fell silent, with only the sound of the air conditioning breaking the stillness, the cool air instantly heightening the oppressive atmosphere.
Fu Weiheng walked slowly to Su Wan's side, looking down at Guo Yao with an imposing presence, pressing closer: "I am holding a Performance for my fiancée. You take my salary; what do you think you are?"
Guo Yao stared blankly at Su Wan, stammering out three incredulous words: "Fiancée…"
Su Wan remained silent, raising her gaze to the man beside her—handsome, cool, gentle, strong… It seemed that she felt secure whenever he was near.
Even in this blatant act of favoritism on her behalf, he appeared completely justified.
The room was silent; no one dared to speak up. In this moment, Guo Yao had become the target.
Fu Weiheng glanced at the Bass behind her, his tone slow and indifferent but carrying an undeniable pressure: "If you feel that your talents are being wasted here, Miss Guo is free to seek opportunities elsewhere."
Guo Yao, with her meticulously applied makeup, suddenly turned pale. She looked up into Fu Weiheng's deep eyes, her legs giving way beneath her as she slumped into the chair behind her, rendered speechless.
Without even lifting his eyelids, Fu Weiheng smirked mockingly and took Su Wan out of the Practice Room.
In the office
Su Wan sat on the sofa, took the cup of water that Fu Weiheng handed her, sipped a few times, and then spoke up, "Neil, why did you suddenly..."
Fu Weiheng glanced at her with an expressionless face, "Hmm?"
Su Wan felt that he was doing it on purpose. He clearly knew what she wanted to ask but was being deliberately vague. She pursed her lips and decided not to say anything further.
After observing her for a while, Fu Weiheng ruffled her hair and chuckled softly, saying, "Is it acceptable to say I'm giving you more stage experience?"
Su Wan set down the cup and looked at him, "Aren't you afraid I might mess it up?"
Fu Weiheng replied, "Would you?"
Su Wan answered, "Of course not."
Fu Weiheng said, "Hmm."
Su Wan remained silent.
"Guan Guan, I don't do things I'm not confident about," he said. "I understand your abilities and skills. I've always seen your hard work. You have everything but the opportunity, and I happen to have the ability to create opportunities for you and pave the way. Why not take advantage of it?"
Su Wan felt deeply moved by his intentions.
She never took herself for granted or belittled herself, nor had she ever doubted her abilities. So even if Guo Yao tried to use her academic background against her, she remained unfazed. There was plenty of time ahead; she wasn't afraid of proving herself.
Fu Weiheng brushed aside her loose hair and added, "Moreover, in my eyes, your abilities have always been unmatched."
Su Wan blushed slightly and said, "Mr. Fu is flattering me."
Two days later, the promotional poster for the exclusive Su Wan Performance event was released on the official Weibo account of Hengyan Band. The bus stop at Yan Chuan Street was also gradually updated with advertisements for this temporarily decided performance.
[This is a heartfelt musical narration;
Expressive and full of vitality;
World-renowned symphony orchestra—H&Y;
The most promising Cellist—Su Wan;
2017.8.9 invites you to join us]
As a result, the name Su Wan quickly spread throughout the Classical Music Circle.
The person in question also received numerous blessings and support messages from classmates and friends via WeChat.
[Sister Su Guo!! Are you having a performance? I will definitely support you!!]
[Su Wan! Wow, you're amazing! Are you preparing for a performance to debut now?]
[Oh my Guan Guan, does your Fu Wei Hang really have to support you like this? Go for it, I will definitely be there that day!]
[You've made it big, Su Wan! You know how to bring glory to Extended Sound, hahaha, keep it up!]
...
There were also messages from the dormitory WeChat group—
[Jinjin's Little Chengyang: Oh my God, Guan Guan! You're about to become famous!]
[Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: I have to go to my first Performance event as the fan club leader!]
[Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: Wait, I'm going to buy a train ticket now! Heading back to school early!]
[Mumu Baby: Sis!! How come you didn't tell us about the Performance event!!]
In front of her phone screen, Su Wan was confused. It's one thing for people in Yan Chuan to see the Poster, but how did these three people in different locations find out?
[Swan: ... How did you guys know?]
She was just about to mention this in the group chat tonight, but then...
[Jinjin's Little Chengyang: The official account of Heng Yan posted a notice!!!]
[Jinjin's Little Chengyang: Su Laotai, I strongly suggest you create a Weibo account and stop lurking in your friend circle all day like a middle-aged woman from the 70s or 80s. It's embarrassing (smile).]
[Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: Agreed.]
[Mumu Baby: Agreed.]
[Swan: ………………………]
So Su Wan opened the app store and downloaded Weibo...
[Jinjin's Little Chengyang: Wow, I found something interesting.]
[Jinjin's Little Chengyang: The Guan Guan Performance event is on your birthday!]
Su Wan was taken aback. August 9th, indeed.
[Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: Wow! Could it be that the Deity is giving you a Performance as a birthday gift?]
[Jinjin's Little Chengyang: Please grant me a Deity like that.]
[Mendeljin: You already have a unique good man.]
[Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: …………]
[Jinjin's Little Chengyang: ………Why are you everywhere!]
[Mendeljin: Because I have always been in your heart.]
[Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: Get lost with your show of affection!!!!]
[Jinjin's Little Chengyang: ……………]
[Mendeljin: ……………]
[Swan: ……………]
[Mumu Baby: I'm back, sis!]
[Mumu Baby: I just discussed with Qin Yan, and we both decided to take our parents to Yan Chuan on the 9th to watch your Performance, and since it's also your birthday, we can celebrate together!]
[Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: The tickets have been booked.]
[Swan: Thank you all.]
[Mumu Baby: What the hell!]
[Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: What the hell!]
[Swan: ..........]
[Jinjin's Little Chengyang: Damn it! Yang Erjin! Hurry up and buy me a ticket for tomorrow's flight to Yan Chuan, the sooner the better! Get moving!]
[Mendeljin: Tomorrow your Teacher Charles will check your practice from the past three days.]
[Jinjin's Little Chengyang: (manual goodbye) Enough with the act here.]
[Jinjin's Little Chengyang: Guan Guan, I'm sorry!! (crying heavily)]
[Jinjin's Little Chengyang: Can you record it for me?]
[Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: Did you forget about Fu Weiheng's way of watching?]
[Jinjin's Little Chengyang: I only have one thing to say, damn it.]
[Is Yao Ye, Not Yao Ye: You can say it a hundred times, but you still can't come (shrugs).]
[Jinjin's Little Chengyang: Get lost, damn it!]
[Mendeljin: ..........]
[Swan: ........... ]
[Mumu Baby: ................]
As the time for the Performance meeting drew closer, Su Wan was still tirelessly rehearsing every day.
A Performance meeting in March had brought Fu Weiheng and the Hengyan Symphony Orchestra great fame in Yan Chuan, so when the promotional poster for this Performance meeting was released, ticket sales skyrocketed within just a few days.
This meant that many people would be attending to hear Su Wan's debut.
Su Wan found it a bit overwhelming...
She was even so nervous that she couldn't sleep the night before the Performance meeting, tossing and turning.
The night was deep, and the tightly drawn curtains blocked out any moonlight.
At two in the morning.
Su Wan lightly turned over, facing Fu Weiheng, who was beside her on the pillow.
He had been extremely busy preparing for her Performance meeting during this time, usually coming home and falling asleep immediately. Tonight was no different; he took a quick shower and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
His clear sleeping face was turned towards her, breathing steadily. The buttons of his pajamas were undone a few notches, probably because he had hurriedly dressed for bed.
Su Wan felt a stirring in her heart as she bit her lip, gazing at his defined features and the faint outline of his collarbone. She inexplicably felt dry-mouthed and couldn't resist wanting to kiss him.
With that thought in mind, she went ahead and did it; after all...
He was sound asleep.
Sumerian shifted slightly, tilting his head and gently leaning in.
Perhaps due to the air conditioning in the room, his lips felt cool and dry, and the familiar sensation brought an invisible current that made Su Wan's heart race, her face flushed and her entire body warm.
She suddenly found herself enjoying this ambush, reluctant to pull away from his lips.
Just as she was lost in the warmth of his lips, the person who should have been asleep slowly opened his eyes.
In the dark room, his deep black eyes held a hint of desire, clear and unfathomable.
Su Wan was startled and instinctively arched her body back, moving her feet to the edge of the bed.
"You... why are you... still awake..."
Remembering how eager she had just been, she felt so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl under the bed.
Fu Weiheng smiled and suddenly reached out to grab her wrist, pulling her toward him with unexpected force.
Su Wan let out a soft gasp as she felt her body sink; he had pressed himself firmly against her.
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and softly asked, "Can't sleep?"
Su Wan bit her lip and nodded lightly.
He lowered his head and rubbed his nose against hers, speaking with a teasing tone, "It seems I've neglected you a bit lately, huh?"
His deep, husky voice carried the charm of a mature man, especially the last slightly rising tone that resonated like a bass string vibrating in her ears, leaving her dizzy.
"No..." Su Wan quickly shook her head.
"It was my oversight," he said, placing a kiss on her forehead. "You should be punished."
Then came the kisses, one after another, both earnest and gentle, from light nibbles to lingering embraces, trailing down her beautifully pale neck.
In a haze of passion, her nightgown was lifted to her chest, and the buttons of his already loosened nightshirt were undone by her.
When the moment reached its peak, everything unfolded naturally.
Perhaps it had been too long since they indulged in this intoxicating desire; that night, amidst the enchanting atmosphere, the two of them enjoyed an exquisite connection until the first light of dawn, when they finally fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.
---
When she awoke, it was already noon.
Su Wan slowly opened her eyes, dazed for a moment before realizing that her phone on the bedside table was vibrating incessantly.
She propped herself up and reached for the phone. The blanket that had been covering her slipped down inadvertently, and a sudden chill rushed over her. Su Wan instinctively pulled the blanket back up to cover her body, marked by traces of their earlier intimacy, and then pressed the answer button. "Hello—"
"Sis, we’ve arrived in Yan Chuan!!" A clear voice came through the receiver. Su Wan froze for a moment before recalling that her aunt's family had come to Yan Chuan to watch her performance today.
Su Wan panicked. "You... how did you get here so fast?"
"It’s already eleven-thirty, Sis. How is that fast?" Qin Mu seemed to sense something. "You’re not still in bed, are you?"
Su Wan felt guilty. "I went to bed late last night, so..."
Qin Mu laughed oddly. "Oh~ I get it, I get it."
Su Wan asked, "...You haven't eaten yet, right?"
Qin Mu: "Not yet, just got off the highway. My brother drove here."
Su Wan hurriedly bent down to pick up the nightgown that Fu Weiheng had thrown on the floor last night. "Then you guys find a restaurant to sit for a while, I'll be there soon."
Qin Mu: "No problem!"
After hanging up the phone, Su Wan put on her nightgown and was about to get out of bed when she was suddenly pulled back by the person behind her. Fu Weiheng had just woken up; he raised his hand to brush aside his messy hair and said in a hoarse voice, "Is Auntie here?"
Su Wan replied with a soft "Mm": "Let go, Auntie's waiting."
Fu Weiheng refused and pulled her closer again, saying, "What's the rush? Let Wei Jin entertain us for a bit." As he spoke, he reached for the phone on the bedside table and dialed.
After giving a brief explanation, Su Wan sent Qin Mu's number to Fu Weijin for easier contact.
While getting ready, the two of them hurriedly brushed their teeth together. The sink was spacious enough for both of them to stand side by side comfortably.
Fu Weiheng spat out the foam in his mouth, rinsed with water, then splashed his face. As he looked up, he suddenly said, "Dad, Mom, and Grandpa's flight arrives in Yan Chuan this afternoon. Since they're coming, how about we meet our parents tomorrow to discuss the wedding?"
The last sentence was stated as a matter-of-fact. Su Wan choked on the mouthwash and spat it all out, exclaiming, "So soon?"
Fu Weiheng casually pushed his hair back and glanced at her. "You've already graduated for two months; it's not too soon."
Su Wan: "…………"
She wiped her face and followed him to the wardrobe, hesitantly saying, "But I haven't competed yet..."
"That's perfect," he said as he opened the wardrobe and took out a white shirt. "We can get married first and then have our honeymoon during your competition."
Su Wan: "…………"
"Well, that's quite convenient..."
He rolled up his sleeves, unhurriedly saying, "It might be a bit rushed to hold the wedding now; let's find a time to get the certificate first."
Su Wan: "…………"
He fastened the last button of his sleeve and raised an eyebrow at her, "Do you have any suggestions, Consort?"
Su Wan forced a smile: "………… Since Your Majesty has already arranged everything, what else can I suggest?"
Fu Weiheng: "Hmm, let's change and set off, Consort."
Su Wan: "……………………"
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