CHAPTER 64: CHAPTER026 OBSCURE AND DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND

"Wanwan, she’s my aunt’s daughter, the cousin I mentioned to you before..."

In the spacious private room, silence fell like ashes, with only the sound of a vibration buzzing in Fu Weiheng’s pocket for a long time.

He snapped back to reality, took out his phone from the coat pocket, and saw an unfamiliar number displayed on the screen. He slid to answer: "Hello."

"Neil, it’s me, am I disturbing you?"

The soft, familiar voice came from the other end of the phone. Fu Weiheng glanced at Jiang Zhiyan who was seated back on the sofa, turned to walk to the window, and his tone became particularly gentle: "How could you be." He glanced at his watch, it was almost midnight, "Haven’t slept yet?"

Su Wan: "Um... my phone seems to be left on your bed..."

Just as she finished speaking, before Fu Weiheng could respond, a clear female voice came from the other end: "Su Wan, you actually ended up in the God’s bed?" Followed by a burst of scattered laughter.

Fu Weiheng chuckled silently, looking at the night view outside the window, speaking warmly: "Yes, I see it, I’ll bring it to you tomorrow morning."

Su Wan: "Alright, then you rest early, goodnight."

But Fu Weiheng didn’t plan to hang up: "Aren’t you going to give a goodnight kiss?"

Su Wan blushed: "...This is Xu Chengyang’s phone."

He laughed again: "Go to sleep."

After hanging up, Fu Weiheng’s face returned to its usual sternness, and he turned back to the sofa.

Jiang Zhiyan sipped his wine: "Neil, you’ve changed a lot."

Fu Weiheng didn’t speak, reaching over to pour himself a glass of expensive wine from the bottle.

Jiang Zhiyan teased: "You never used to smile like a fool..."

Before he could finish, Fu Weiheng shot him a sharp look.

Jiang Zhiyan pondered for a while, speaking softly: "Neil, don’t let her down."

"This is none of your concern." Fu Weiheng downed his drink in one gulp, giving him a sidelong glance, sneering lightly, "Zhiyan, you made your own mess, don’t expect me to clean it up for you."

"..."

The next day, Su Wan got up early, and by the time she was downstairs at the dorm, Fu Weiheng hadn’t arrived yet. She checked the time, glanced at the still empty road, and hurried off to the convenience store behind the dorm with her instrument on her back.

When Su Wan returned after buying breakfast, Fu Weiheng was already standing in front of the car, playing with a silver object in his hand, which was her phone.

So Su Wan quickened her pace, carrying two cups of coffee, two sandwiches, and two tea eggs.

At this time, Fu Weiheng looked up and saw her wearing a lotus pink wool coat with only a round-neck sweater underneath, her snow-white neck exposed to the cold air, and couldn’t help furrowing his brows. Putting the phone back in his pocket, he took out a dark gray cashmere scarf from the car and strode towards her.

Seeing him approach, Su Wan unconsciously slowed down her steps. His long legs took big strides, and he soon stood in front of her, wrapping the scarf around her neck securely, his tone firm: "Why didn’t you bring a scarf?"

Su Wan tilted her chin, pressing the scarf down a bit, smiling: "I was in a rush and forgot when I went out..."

"I’ll handle these kinds of things in the future." He casually took the breakfast from her hands and led her by the hand towards the Cayenne: "It’s cold, be good and wait for me in the dorm."

Su Wan was moved, raising her hand to hold his arm: "You’re already busy with work and practicing piano, these are just little things, I can’t always ask you to do them, Neil, I’m not that delicate." She looked up with a cheerful smile, "Don’t worry, I’ll definitely remember to bring a scarf in the future!"

When they arrived at the company, it was still early, and Fu Weiheng took her with him directly to the thirty-third-floor office along with breakfast.

After finishing breakfast and coming down from upstairs, it was nearly working time, everyone was going up from the first to the seventeenth floor, except she was coming down from the thirty-third to the seventeenth. So when she came out of the elevator, she happened to run into Wen He coming out of the adjacent elevator.

Looking at the downward sign on the elevator display, Wen He was a bit puzzled: "Wanwan? When did you get here, how come I didn’t see you while waiting for the elevator downstairs?"

"...I was just spacing out, pressed the wrong floor and went up too high." Su Wan stayed calm and composed.

Wen He didn’t suspect anything: "Oh."

Most of the people in the practice room had already arrived. After sitting down, Wen He suddenly remembered: "Wanwan, you were late yesterday, right?"

"...Late?" Su Wan was momentarily dazed; wasn’t yesterday a day off?

"Yeah." Wen He said, "Just when it was starting time yesterday, Secretary Zhang suddenly came and said it was a day off, no practice."

Su Wan suddenly remembered what the God said before she went to sleep yesterday morning about having a day off, and was taken aback; it was all arranged for her...

Wen He continued, "I originally wanted to wait for you to come before leaving, but after waiting for over ten minutes and you still didn’t show up, I thought you might have overslept, so I sent you a WeChat message. Did you not receive it?"

Su Wan recalled for a moment, vaguely remembering that she seemed to have received such a WeChat message. However, she hadn’t had the chance to open it and reply before group messages pushed it away.

So someone looked at her guiltily and said, "I saw it... but I forgot to reply..."

"It’s okay, I understand!" Wen He waved her hand indifferently, her gaze shifting to the scarf around Su Wan’s neck with a meaningful smile, "Wanwan, this scarf isn’t yours, is it? Your boyfriend’s?"

Su Wan touched the scarf and remembered she had forgotten to return it to the God, her neck shrunk back, and she lowered her head guiltily, mumbling a vague "Uh-huh."

Wen He raised her eyebrows suggestively, "Well done, Wanwan, this is Burberry’s new men’s model this year, seems like he’s quite wealthy, congratulations, congratulations!"

Su Wan smiled gently, she could tell the scarf was expensive. After all, the God was always dressed in luxury, let alone a small scarf. Despite that, Su Wan never felt like she and Fu Weiheng were people from two different worlds, whether his family was wealthy or poor, she didn’t care.

Fu Weiheng, such a high and mighty person, always managed to thoughtfully consider her feelings, quietly making sacrifices for her, providing her with enough sense of security. Su Wan felt that was enough. She never loved Fu Weiheng because of who he was, but because in front of him, she could be whoever she wanted. So, for Fu Weiheng, she could also put forth the same effort, not seeking to stand too high, only hoping to truly stand by his side.

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Time flew by, and in a blink, it was mid-winter.

On a Saturday, when Su Wan was about to go to the Fu Mansion for lessons, she was just about to sling her instrument over her shoulder and head out when Fu Weiheng’s call came. She quickly strapped her instrument and answered, "Neil, have you arrived yet?"

"Wanwan, you don’t need to bring your instrument today." The voice on the other end was somewhat hoarse, muffled with a nasal tone, "Just go downstairs directly, Wei Jin should be arriving soon."

Su Wan was taken aback, her voice filled with undeniable concern, "What’s wrong with you?"

He chuckled lightly, coughed a few heavy times, "Just a little cold, Wei Jin was worried I’d get worse if I caught a chill, so she’s going to pick you up on my behalf."

Su Wan’s nose tingled, her mind felt fuzzy as she was left speechless. He was always like this, even when sick, he still thought of her.

"Wanwan?" When she didn’t respond, he called her, only to cough again.

Su Wan was pulled back to her senses by his coughing, responding in a dull tone, "Neil, I can go by myself..."

"I’m not at ease." He interrupted softly.

Su Wan’s fingers tangled with the instrument strap, "Okay, I’ll head downstairs now."

"No need to bring the instrument," he rasped his reminder again.

"Alright." Su Wan didn’t ask further, complying obediently.

After setting aside the instrument, she hurried out the door and headed downstairs.

Fu Weijin was already waiting, the royal blue Maserati stood strikingly amidst the bustling campus. Su Wan glanced around, it seemed to attract quite a bit of attention... Just then, Fu Weijin, sitting inside, noticed her, rolled down the window and waved, "Wanwan, come over."

Su Wan ran over and swiftly opened the door, slipping inside.

She fastened her seatbelt, "Miss Fu, sorry to keep you waiting."

Fu Weijin smiled sweetly, her eyes deep and beautiful, carrying a smile, "You’re being too polite with me, Wanwan?"

She had gone on a business trip to Europe with Ye Yin Huan a while ago, only recently returning a few days ago. She only learned about Su Wan and Fu Weiheng’s relationship from her daughter yesterday. Naturally, she was happy about it. Seeing that Fu Weiheng wasn’t feeling well today, she immediately took the keys to pick up Su Wan for her lessons.

Su Wan understood what she meant, her head ducking down shyly.

Fu Weijin stepped on the gas pedal, "Have you eaten yet?"

Su Wan nodded, then suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly, "Is Fu Weiheng’s cold better? Should we get him some medicine?"

Fu Weijin laughed, "Don’t worry, the doctor came to the house to check on him, I watched him take the medicine before I left."

Su Wan nodded in relief, "That’s good, that’s good."

...

Downstairs from the dorm, Gu Ming watched the Maserati driving off into the distance, his heart feeling a sudden shock as if by a bolt from the blue.

Not long ago, he inadvertently heard from Su Wan’s classmates that she had a boyfriend. He couldn’t believe it. He had been by Su Wan’s side all these years and had never seen her close to any male, let alone suddenly having a boyfriend. After much internal struggle, he decided to confront Su Wan about it, regardless of the outcome, just for peace of mind.

However, upon arriving downstairs, he saw Su Wan rushing off. He noticed the Maserati not far off, feeling uneasy. Sure enough, she paused in front of the car, opened the door, and slipped inside. Before he could get closer, the royal blue Maserati had already sped off along the campus road.

In an instant, a thought surged in his mind, leaving him disheartened and crestfallen: Had she kept him at a distance, all so she could find a wealthier suitor and sell herself out?