CHAPTER 45: CHAPTER 17: SO-CALLED BOYFRIEND_2

But father said, "Wanwan, I don’t regret being with your mother; although she left me, that doesn’t negate that she was the love of my life. It’s rare in one’s life to meet someone who truly loves you, and whom you also deeply care for. If you like them, then love freely. Even if you know there won’t be a result, the process will bring you happiness."

...

He should have been such an unattainable, noble, and aloof man, yet he spoke such unbelievable words to her.

Deep inside, it felt like an indescribable emotion was gently soothing her, smoothing out her anxiety and bitterness, leaving only tranquility.

Fu Weiheng, with your gentleness, attentiveness, excellence, and poise, how could I not like you?

"I do like you."

Her warm, soft voice knocked on his heart, word by word.

She leaned back into his arms, raised her arm, and caressed his slender back, holding tight.

Very much.

The next morning, the sky had cleared. After the last autumn rain, the temperature in Yanchuan suddenly dropped, stepping into winter.

Fu Weiheng put on a camel-colored turtleneck sweater, adjusted the collar, and turned the doorknob going towards the guest room.

He knocked on the door, but there was no response. Fu Weiheng glanced at his watch.

Eight-thirty.

After a moment of hesitation, he tentatively turned the knob. The door creaked open, not locked, and he easily pushed it to create a gap.

Fu Weiheng furrowed his eyebrows and, sensing something, opened the door, leaned in to take a look.

The pure white curtains were drawn open, and long-lost sunlight streamed through the glass windows onto the carpet. The bed was neat and tidy, evidently already tidied up. The set of women’s cotton pajamas was neatly folded on the bed.

In the spacious, bright room, he didn’t see the person who should have been there.

...

In the kitchen, Fu Weijin was leisurely brewing coffee, and Ye Fan was sitting obediently at the dining table munching on a meat bun.

Fu Weiheng descended from the second floor, Ye Fan looked over at the sound, softly called out, "Good morning, Uncle."

He proceeded directly to the kitchen, lightly ruffling Ye Fan’s hair as he passed her, responding with a gentle "Hmm," then glanced around and asked, "Where’s Su Wan?"

Fu Weijin glanced sideways at him, took a coffee cup from the shelf, and asked back, "Hasn’t she woken up yet?"

Fu Weiheng raised an eyebrow, didn’t reply, and took the hot cup of coffee to the dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

He took out his phone, intending to dial Su Wan’s name when Vincent happened to return from the backyard, informing him, "Sir, after the road at the foot of the mountain opened this morning, Miss Su left. She asked me to tell you she still has classes today and can’t be late. Also, she thanks Miss Fu for the clothes and said she will return them after washing next time."

Class? On the weekend?

Fu Weiheng frowned slightly, thoughtfully took a sip of coffee, paused for a moment, then responded, "Got it."

By the time Su Wan reached the dormitory, it was already after nine. Xu Chengyang was sleeping deeply, probably because he hurriedly fell asleep last night, even leaving the computer on, with the game’s screen still flashing.

Su Wan placed the breakfast she had just bought on her desk and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

The phone on the desk buzzed once, unusually loud in the quiet room. Su Wan quickly put the towel back, tiptoed over, and took a look.

Fu Weiheng: Let’s have lunch together.

Gazing at the three words "Fu Weiheng" on the screen, Su Wan felt her body temperature gradually rising, rising, rising...

Last night, she unexpectedly confessed to God without a second thought, and the after-effect was...

A sleepless night...

The relationship between the two suddenly became delicate and awkward.

Thinking of this, Su Wan’s heart began to uncontrollably race. She wanted to go, but didn’t dare to agree, pondering for a while, she decided to calm down first, pretending she hadn’t seen the message, and went back to bed to catch up on sleep.

When she woke up again, it was already noon. Xu Chengyang was sitting at the bottom scarfing down the breakfast Su Wan brought back in the morning.

She tidied up the bedding, climbed off the bed. Below, Xu Chengyang, hearing the commotion, looked up, a bun still in his mouth, "Oh, you’re awake?"

Su Wan rubbed her eyes, stretched, and went to pour water, "The buns are cold."

"Not cold, not cold, still warm, there’s no reason not to eat the breakfast you specially brought back for me." Xu Chengyang stuffed the last bite in his mouth and winked at her.

Su Wan: "What time did you go to sleep?"

"Three o’clock, last night was lucky, won four games in a row!" Xu Chengyang waved his small hand proudly, and popped another shumai in his mouth.

Su Wan nodded, her gaze shifted, and she inadvertently caught sight of a flyer under her mousepad, picked it up for a look, "Paganini Violin Competition?"

Xu Chengyang snatched it away, crumpled it, and threw it back on the table, a bit sheepish, "Old Charlie gave it to me, just looked casually."

Su Wan was silent.

In fact, she understood that this competition piqued Xu Chengyang’s interest. He might have already done a lot of preparation privately but just couldn’t make up his mind.

It’s not that Xu Chengyang wasn’t skilled; she started learning the violin at the age of five and has an undeniable musical talent, and her family had high hopes for her. At the age of ten, she was signed up to participate in a provincial violin competition.

Perhaps it was because it was her first time on stage, during the performance, a slip of her hand caused her bow to fly directly onto the judges’ table below, causing the whole auditorium to erupt in laughter. As a little girl with thin skin, she was immediately ashamed and cried on stage.

That competition seemed to cast a shadow over her, and since then, no matter what kind of competition she participated in, the memory of her childhood mistake would come back, and she hadn’t achieved good results in subsequent competitions. Over time, she developed a resistance to violin contests.

Old Charlie once said, "Xu Chengyang is just one major international competition away from becoming a famous violinist!"

So, in any case, Su Wan hoped she could confront herself and confidently bring back a grand prize.

Su Wan took that crumpled paper, flattened it out, placed it in Xu Chengyang’s hand, and smiled slightly, "It’s just a competition, go ahead, what if you lose, we’re here."

Xu Chengyang looked up at Su Wan’s gentle smiling face, held the paper tighter and tighter. Her nose started to tingle, standing up, she gave Su Wan a big bear hug, crying out, "Wanwan, you’re so good, boo hoo hoo..."

"Hmm, when you’re successful and famous, take me along to shine..." Su Wan stroked her head, encouraging softly.

"Boo hoo hoo... But I’m still scared..."

Su Wan chuckled, "Afraid of what? You, after all, are Old Charlie’s favorite student, his ninth disciple."

Xu Chengyang wiped her tears, still some hesitation, "Then if I really go..."

Su Wan nodded, "Go for it."

Xu Chengyang: "Then I’ll go find Old Charlie to discuss..."

Su Wan: "Hmm, Old Charlie will be delighted."

Without saying much, Xu Chengyang quickly changed clothes, grabbed her violin, and rushed off to Old Charlie’s office.