After settling Jiang Zhiyan into his accommodations, Fu Weiheng returned to his private apartment located in the city center. It was close to the company, only about a half-hour drive to work back and forth. Compared to the Fu Mansion located halfway up the mountain, this place was much more convenient.
After taking a shower, Fu Weiheng changed into a dark gray cotton home outfit and walked to the coffee table to pick up the box of Su Yan cigarettes, which was running low. He opened the lid, suddenly remembered he just took a shower, tossed it back onto the table, and turned around to the kitchen to brew himself a cup of coffee.
Back in the study, he opened the files Zhang Lin had just sent him on his computer and fell into deep thought.
In the upper left corner of the document was a delicate and lovely ID photo. The girl's beautiful eyes were as clear and pure as a spring, with a shapely, elegant nose, and dimples showing on her cheeks with a slight smile.
Su Wan
Gender: Female
Place of Origin: Yanchuan, B Province
Date of Birth: August 9, 1994
Moved to Yi City at 16; entered Yanchuan University Affiliated Music College's orchestral department specializing in cello at 19;
Father Su Jingsheng passed away due to illness six years ago;
Mother unknown;
...
Night had long fallen, and outside the window, the neon lights were colorful and the road was full of traffic, marking the busiest time of the evening.
Fu Weiheng stood with the cup of now lukewarm coffee, looking at the bustling streets, unable to calm the fluttering in his heart for the moment.
The next day, Su Wan slept until she woke up naturally, and by the time she did, it was nearly eleven o'clock. She was refreshed and in a good mood. Glancing at Xu Chengyang and Yao Ye, who were still asleep, she tiptoed down from the bed, washed up, dressed, and left with her cello.
It was still early, so Su Wan solved her lunch simply at a convenience store before boarding a bus.
The Fu Family's mansion was on the mountainside away from the city center. The bus jostled for more than an hour, finally stopping at a signpost three hundred meters from the Fu Mansion.
When she arrived at the Fu Family, it was already two-thirty, just the right time. After politely greeting the old butler, Su Wan was about to head towards the room when suddenly a familiar, handsome figure walked out of the kitchen.
Su Wan's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, truly taken aback.
Fu Weiheng was wearing an iron-gray crewneck sweater and black casual pants, not as strict and cold as usual, but rather with a bit more warmth and restraint. He held a glass of water in one hand and a file in the other, reviewing as he walked.
If the first meeting was a coincidence, the second was by chance, and the third was an accident, then would the fourth, fifth, and sixth meetings be considered as fate? Su Wan bowed her head, smiling silently.
Fu Weiheng.
Fu Weijin.
The second young master of the Fu Family.
The brother of Miss Fu, who resides abroad.
She really didn't recognize it immediately.
By the time Su Wan regained her senses, Fu Weiheng had already put down his file and glass of water, standing beside the sofa, looking at her with meaningful eyes, and a slight smile in his deep gaze.
Su Wan involuntarily lowered her head, her face reddening, glancing off to the side at a decorative painting.
Today she wore a loose, coffee-colored crewneck sweatshirt with denim cropped pants, accentuating her straight, well-proportioned long legs. Her jet-black, glossy long hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her face appear even more white and delicate.
This morning, on his way to the office, Fu Weiheng suddenly remembered that Su Wan was going to the Fu Mansion for a music lesson in the afternoon. In a moment of impulse, he instructed Zhang Lin to cancel all his appointments for the afternoon onward and drove straight to the Fu Mansion.
"Uncle!" A crisp, clear child's voice broke the stalemate.
Then, Su Wan saw a petite figure rush into Fu Weiheng's embrace, and with a lift of his long arms, he easily caught the little girl.
"Uncle! Why are you back?" Ye Fan turned her gaze to Su Wan, "Hello, Teacher Su!"
Su Wan smiled a little, "Hello, Fanfan."
Ye Fan tugged on Fu Weiheng's collar, her voice filled with pride, "Uncle, that's my cello teacher, isn't she pretty?"
Fu Weiheng lifted his beautiful eyes to look at her, giving a deep "Hmm" in response.
In an instant, Su Wan felt her heart skip a beat. She'd been told she was pretty many times before, but none ever felt as flustering as today.
"Neil?" A voice called from behind, slightly surprised, "Not at work today?"
Su Wan looked over, seeing a man in a shirt and trousers, with clear features and a gentle elegance.
She had seen this man before, the husband of Miss Fu, and Ye Fan's father—Ye Yin Huan.
She gave him a slight smile as a greeting.
"Hmm." Fu Weiheng's brows raised, sitting on the sofa while holding Ye Fan, "I'm resting today."
"That's rare." Ye Yin Huan smiled, lifting his daughter off the sofa, "Fanfan, go to class with Teacher Su."
"Okay, Dad!"
Watching the figures disappear into the distance, Ye Yin Huan asked, "Zhiyan is back?"
Fu Weiheng, casually flipping through the paperwork, responded absentmindedly, "Hmm."
"Then let's have dinner together in a few days." Ye Yin Huan stood up, taking his jacket as he prepared to go upstairs.
At this moment, Fu Weiheng looked up and said, "Ivan, there's a concert at Yan University in mid-October, you should prepare for it."
"Concert?" Ye Yin Huan retracted his foot from the stairs, returning to the living room with a puzzled face, "Wasn't the orchestra's regular conductor replaced by Joseph a year ago?"
Fu Weiheng: "Yes, Joseph has a performance in Europe during this time and asked me for a month's leave."
"I see." Ye Yin Huan nodded lightly, then asked, "What pieces?"
Fu Weiheng took a sip of lukewarm water, "Saint-Saens' 'Dance of the Skeletons' and Vivaldi's 'Winter'."
Ye Yin Huan turned back and went upstairs, agreeing, "I'll find some time to go to the troupe tomorrow."
Su Wan was in a daze, being led by Ye Fan holding her hand to the music room, her face still hot, not having recovered from his "Hmm"…
"Teacher Su?" Ye Fan tugged at her sleeve, "Are we having class?"
Su Wan paused, realizing she had lost her composure, reached out to smooth the girl's delicate black hair, and smiled, "Let's have class."