CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 20: MEANING UNCLEAR

The next day when she returned to work at the orchestra, Su Wan left with dark circles under her eyes. The reason was that after Xu Chengyang and Yao Ye fully realized what she was talking about, Mr. Xu was the first to slap his thigh and exclaim, "Heavens! Su Wan, I said that night at Fu Mansion was a golden opportunity!"

Su Wan was well prepared for a sleepless night, recounting the chain of events honestly, though she omitted some blush-inducing details...

Fu Weiheng picked her up early in the morning, noticed her lack of energy, and asked, "Didn’t sleep well?"

With a plaintive look, Su Wan answered irrelevantly, "... You can eat whatever you want, but you shouldn’t speak carelessly."

Fu Weiheng: "..."

As the car approached the company gate, Su Wan suddenly realized she was currently in the car with the God himself, and they were about to drive in with great fanfare. She hurriedly commanded, "Stop... stop the car!"

Fu Weiheng slowed the car down, "What’s wrong?"

It’s fine for Xu Chengyang and Yao Ye to know about them being together, but it might not be good for the orchestra members to find out...

Su Wan weakly said, "... It’s okay if I get off here."

Fu Weiheng glanced at her, knowing her little thoughts, didn’t question further, and silently pulled the car over to the side.

After Su Wan got off the car and took her instrument from the back seat, she gave him a coquettish smile before leaving, "Then I’ll go first, drive safely, see you after work."

Fu Weiheng gave a deep "Hmm" in response.

Su Wan felt a jolt in her heart as she tried to please someone: "..."

It was still early, so there were only a few people in the rehearsal room. Wen He was sitting on a chair polishing the golden flute in her hand. Seeing Su Wan entering, she called out softly, "Wanwan, you finally came!"

Su Wan sat down facing away from her, holding her instrument, and said, "The school had some issues last week, so I took a leave."

Actually, she hadn’t informed anyone at all, but she suddenly recalled Fu Weiheng’s comment about "public power for private benefit," causing her face to heat up instantly.

Wen He suddenly leaned forward, "What’s wrong with you? Why is your face so red?"

Su Wan: "... The heating is too high."

As it was almost time, almost everyone from the orchestra had arrived. The conductor arrived right on time, and along with him came Fu Weiheng.

Su Wan absentmindedly plucked her violin strings twice, sneaking a glance at him.

He stood at the podium, his back straight, looking completely serious— a stark contrast from the expression he had when he confessed to her that day.

He announced, "In March next year, there will be a performance at the Yanchuan Grand Theater. Starting from tomorrow until the end of the concert, except for official holidays, no one is allowed to be late, leave early, or take leave."

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Su Wan felt that when he said the latter part, he cast a meaningful glance at her.

"This is the first formal large-scale performance in the country at the Grand Theater. I will be with you. As for the repertoire for the performance, it will be distributed to everyone tomorrow."

After three years, Fu Weiheng was returning to the stage.

Su Wan was shocked. Not to mention Fu Weiheng’s comeback, even when he was at the peak of his fame, she had never heard his performance live. This time not only would she hear it, but she would also perform alongside him, truly fortunate.

"Alright," he said in a low voice, "Let’s practice."

After a rustle of page turning, everyone got ready and started the morning practice.

The next day before leaving work, the repertoire was distributed, with each person receiving a copy. The pieces were Sarasate’s "Carmen Fantasy," Tchaikovsky’s "Nutcracker Suite," and He Zhanhao and Chen Gang’s "Butterfly Lovers." Among these, there was one violin solo and one violin concerto, both of which greatly tested the player’s technique and familiarity with the piece.

Looking at the densely printed sheet music in her hands, Su Wan couldn’t help but think that after all these years without performing, Fu Weiheng’s first comeback show was pulling out all the stops. It seemed he was very confident about this performance.

Amid her reverie, she suddenly heard the orchestra manager calling her, "Wanwan, Mr. Fu wants you to go to the office after work."

Su Wan: "... Oh."

Can’t this be said over the phone...

So after work, Su Wan reluctantly took her instrument and took the elevator straight to the thirty-third floor of the CEO’s office.

When she knocked and entered, Fu Weiheng was on the phone, glancing up to look at her and gesturing for her to sit on the sofa and wait, then continued with his call.

Su Wan sat by herself, observing the surroundings. The office was very spacious, yet the decor was minimalistic and simple. Besides black and white, there was gray. The only embellishment was a pot of evergreen in the corner, elegant and graceful.

The biggest highlight of the whole room was the large floor-to-ceiling window beside the sofa, offering a great view. As the sky darkened, the road below looked like a bright river, ceaselessly flowing, with the neon lights by the street shimmering brightly, a spectacular view.