CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER021 LOVE YOU SICKLY

The next day, the temperature in Yanchuan dropped sharply again, the cold wind biting deeply to the core.

Last night, Su Wan forgot to close the window properly before sleeping, and was woken by the cold at around ten in the morning. Last night, Xu Chengyang and Yao Ye had both drunk too much, and were now wrapped up in their blankets, sleeping soundly. Remembering she had to go to the Fu Mansion to teach in the afternoon, she decided not to linger in bed and got up to wash.

After dawdling a while, Su Wan put on her cashmere coat and checked herself in the mirror, when her peripheral vision caught the unopened lipstick on the table.

On a previous shopping trip with Qin Mu, they had passed by a brand lipstick counter. Without missing a beat, the young girl dragged her inside to try on different shades. Not satisfied with trying them only on herself, she applied three or four layers on Su Wan too, finding it very suitable, and impulsively bought it for her.

Su Wan usually didn’t have the habit of wearing makeup, and rarely wore lipstick, so this one was just sitting there since she bought it.

Her gaze lingered on the dark blue square tube for a while before she eventually picked it up and applied a layer on her lips.

Despite the low temperature today, the sunlight was abundant. Walking through the streets bustling with people and traffic, Su Wan’s mood brightened along with the day.

Last night, before returning to her dorm, Su Wan specifically told Fu Weiheng not to come to pick her up today. With the performance approaching, he wouldn’t have much time to practice, and she didn’t want to waste his time on trivial matters like this.

Though Fu Weiheng didn’t see it that way, he had no choice but to agree under Su Wan’s insistence.

By the time she arrived at the Fu Mansion, it was already past noon. Just as she reached the entrance, she heard the sound of a violin playing from inside, a familiar, soothing melody flowing like a gentle stream.

Su Wan paused in the middle of taking off her shoes.

It was "Amazing Grace."

She hurriedly dropped her shoes, not even bothering with slippers, and rushed towards the music room carrying her instrument.

The handsome man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, steady and elegant. Holding the orange-yellow violin in his hand, his long fingers played each note and every melody with fluid gracefulness, like clouds drift effortlessly in the sky.

The sunlight cast slanting rays on his face, creating deep and shallow shadows that softened his distinct features even more.

With this distant and beautiful violin music, Su Wan became entranced.

It was her first time witnessing him play the violin in person.

Every time Su Wan recalled this serene and bright afternoon, even many years later, her heart would flutter as if it were the very first moment.

The piece concluded. Fu Weiheng put down his bow and noticed the figure standing dazed at the door. Seeing her standing barefoot on the cold tiled floor, his handsome eyebrows slowly furrowed. "Why aren’t you wearing slippers?"

Su Wan snapped back to reality, looked down at her sock-clad feet, and belatedly responded, "Oh... I forgot."

Fu Weiheng placed his violin on the piano surface, walked over in large strides, took off his own cotton slippers, and placed them beside her, stooping down to hold her slender ankle.

The cool touch made Su Wan reflexively shrink her foot, a bit baffled, "What... what are you doing?"

He looked up, patience and tenderness filling his voice, "Lift your foot, or how else can I put these on you?"

She awkwardly lifted her foot.

After helping her put on the slippers, Fu Weiheng stood up, brushed away the hair scattered on her forehead, and casually hooked the strap of her instrument case over her shoulder. "Let me take your instrument, it’s too heavy for you to carry."

Her heart melted in an instant.

He was so gentle, so considerate, that Su Wan’s nose tingled, and her eyes warmed, wrapping her arms around his waist involuntarily and leaning against his chest.

Fu Weiheng paused with the cello in his hand, hearing her soft, tender voice, "Neil, you’re really wonderful..."

They say loving someone is like suddenly having armor and at the same time a vulnerable spot. For Fu Weiheng, Su Wan was his vulnerable spot.

He was a persistent person, whatever he set his heart on, he would be unwavering until the very end.

Feelings were no exception.

From the first time he saw her, he knew she was the only one for the rest of his life.

Last night at KTV, when he saw her with Jiang Zhiyan, he panicked. In the brief three seconds it took him to walk from the corner to them, countless scenarios of her leaving him flashed through his mind.

That kind of feeling, just thinking about it, felt like a piercing pain.

So in the end, he didn’t dare to ask. At this moment, looking at the person nestled in his arms, all his tangled thoughts vanished in an instant.

Fu Weiheng lifted his other free hand, wrapped it around her waist, and suddenly tightened his grip, as if wanting to merge her with himself.

The sudden force made Su Wan pause, looking up from his embrace, puzzled, "What’s wrong?"

He pressed her head back, his voice tinged with jealousy, "Are you and Zhi Yan that close?"