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The wedding tonight was purely a last-minute rescue by the coordinator. The pay was high, and the job was simple; the band only needed to play a few songs during the reception, and once all the guests arrived, they could wrap up.
During this time, most of the guests had already taken their seats, and the wedding coordinator gently clapped her hands to signal the band to stop playing.
At that moment, a handsome man appeared at the entrance of the hall. His innate charisma caused the entire venue to fall silent as everyone turned to look at him. The man seemed to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was tall, probably about six feet tall. Dressed in a sharp black suit with a royal blue tie, he exuded confidence.
Su Wan sat on stage and could only see his neatly styled black hair from a distance and those... striking long legs.
Feeling her ears heat up, Su Wan shyly shifted her gaze away. Okay, she admitted it; she was tempted by his looks...
As the banquet began, they gradually stepped down from the stage. Back in the lounge, just as Su Wan set down her bow, her phone buzzed with a message from Xu Chengyang: "Guan Guan, are you done? We're waiting for you in the hotel lobby!"
As soon as she exited the elevator, Su Wan saw Xu Chengyang being tugged by Yao Ye by his clothes and hat. The former was pacing back and forth with his hands flailing: "Yao Ye! Don't block me! Or I'll get angry!"
Seeing Su Wan approach, Yao Ye released Xu Chengyang's clothes, causing him to stumble slightly: "Hey! Couldn't you say something before letting go? You almost made me fall flat on my face!"
Yao Ye shot her a sideways glance: "Didn't you tell me not to block you?"
Xu Chengyang rolled his eyes at her and pulled Su Wan closer to whisper: "Guan Guan, look two o'clock."
Su Wan looked at her in confusion before slowly turning her head. The man was sitting on a sofa with an indifferent expression, holding his phone to his ear with his right hand. His long legs were crossed elegantly, and his slender fingers tapped rhythmically on his knee. His refined and strong features appeared even more striking under the glow of the chandelier.
It was that man who had just tempted her...
At that moment, Xu Chengyang was resting his chin on his hands, mesmerized: "Look at those sexy lips, those sculpted features, and those enticing long legs... If I don't make a move on him, I would be wasting this face my parents gave me!"
"Like a flower?" Yao Ye scoffed, emphasizing the words "like a flower."
"Shut up! What do you know!" Xu Chengyang glared, and just as she was about to step forward, unexpectedly, someone tugged at her hat again. She immediately turned her head to look.
Su Wan was surprised herself; when did her hand grab Xu Chengyang's hat? Raising her eyes, she saw Xu Chengyang turning her head to Haoran, staring at her.
Despite the turmoil inside, Su Wan managed to feign calmness and said, "Yang..."
Meanwhile, Fu Weiheng was on the phone, but ever since Su Wan walked out of the elevator, his attention had been drawn to her repeatedly. The Cello and that slender figure were the culprits that had distracted him all afternoon. When he caught sight of her fair and charming little face, he found himself lost in thought once again.
After hanging up the phone, he stared at the figure walking out of the hotel door, somewhat dazed. He seemed to have vaguely heard her say...
"Capitalists are definitely not a good match!"
"......"
******
The day after their chance encounter at the wedding banquet, during lunch in the school cafeteria, Xu Chengyang regretted not successfully flirting with the capitalist and was indulging in food: "I want to turn my grief into appetite!"
Yao Ye scooped some rice into her mouth and scoffed, "When do you not turn your grief into appetite?"
Xu Chengyang bit into a chicken leg: "A capitalist as charming as that, I would willingly be drained dry!"
Su Wan continued eating: "......"
Yao Ye rolled her eyes dramatically: "Do you think it's peanut oil? You still want to be drained dry."
Xu Chengyang said seriously, "I really feel like that capitalist looks familiar!"
Yao Ye replied, "Come on, which handsome guy do you not find familiar?"
Xu Chengyang said sternly, "What's wrong with pursuing true love?"
"True love?" Yao Ye raised an eyebrow, "You mean Wen Yu?"
"Wen Yu?" Xu Chengyang slammed down his chopsticks, lifted one leg, and raised an eyebrow, "Are you talking about that weakling who only eats soft rice and is juggling three relationships at once? You should be grateful that what I splashed on his bed back then was foot wash water and not excrement! A scumbag who talks about loving you to death every day but won't even pay for a two-dollar soda is not worth my waste!"
Su Wan bit her spoon, "Tsk... some memories are hard to look back on."
Yao Ye: "What about Fan Yan from the math department?"
Xu Chengyang: "As someone who has never passed math since kindergarten, how can I face that function calculus idiot?"
Su Wan: "How can you still be a top student if you’ve never passed?"
Yao Ye: "...Then why did you accept his confession?"
Xu Chengyang scoffed, "That just shows how inexperienced you are. With such good looks, how could I pass up the chance for something frivolous?"
Su Wan said seriously, "Form is emptiness; emptiness is form; form is not different from emptiness; emptiness is not different from form."
Xu Chengyang glanced at her with half-lidded eyes and replied lightly, "...Guan Guan, do you know what it means to not dismantle someone's difficulties?"
Su Wan: "..."
Yao Ye: "..."
******
In recent days, thanks to their Department Head, Su Wan received an opportunity to audition for a band. This band was founded five years ago in Germany, and had held several large performances in famous theaters such as Vienna, the Champs-Élysées, and Munich. In recent years, they have been preparing for a tour across Asia and are currently recruiting a few more members. The band belongs to the international company Endless and has a somewhat awkward name—H&Y Harmony Symphony Orchestra.
The meeting with the band manager was scheduled for ten o'clock. To avoid being late due to traffic and leaving a bad impression, Su Wan left her place early in the morning.
The first meeting went smoothly; the manager only asked her some basic information and then requested that she prepare a song to audition next week at the same time to determine if she would be accepted.
With a "ding," the elevator arrived at the first floor, and the doors slowly opened. Just a few steps out of the elevator, Su Wan was startled by a figure not far away.
"Miss Su," the person walked straight towards her.
Su Wan frowned in displeasure and took two steps back. "Sir, do you need something?"
Earlier that morning, as she had just exited her dormitory building, an inexplicable man had blocked her path with a bouquet of roses. Su Wan usually paid no attention to irrelevant people around her, so she naturally did not know who he was, nor did she feel it necessary to know.
Her long hair, as dark as ink, was slightly lifted by the wind, resembling an elegant orchid—graceful and charming. The sight stirred something in him; he eagerly stepped forward and presented the flowers to her. "Miss Su, don’t you remember me? We met at the wedding a few days ago; I was the emcee."
Su Wan furrowed her brow in thought but truly could not recall this person. "Sorry, I don't remember."
He felt somewhat helpless at her bluntness but remained confident, smiling brightly. "My name is Cheng Che. May I invite you to lunch?"
Worried about being late for her meeting with the band, Su Wan immediately declined his invitation and hailed a taxi to leave.
However, she did not expect this man to follow her all the way here; she had underestimated him…
Being in a public place, Su Wan did not want to attract attention. As for these overly enthusiastic pursuers, she always maintained a firm attitude and got straight to the point: "I think I've made myself very clear; I have things to do and need to leave."
"Miss Su! Miss Su!"
The calls from behind continued, and curious glances from those around her made Su Wan quicken her pace, determined to escape this annoyance.
As she reached the entrance, she happened to see through the glass a tall figure standing outside. In an instant, without thinking twice, Su Wan pushed open the door and stepped forward to link arms with that person. Feeling the slight tremor from beside her but not being pushed away, she hadn’t even turned around to ask for help when Cheng Che had already pushed the door open: "Miss Su..."
Su Wan suppressed the unease in her heart, tightening her grip and placing her other hand on the lean arm of the person beside her. She turned to look and suddenly found herself staring into a pair of deep, ink-like eyes. She froze, “Darling…” In that moment, Su Wan felt as if all the blood in her body had frozen, rendering her unable to move. “You’re here.”
What a coincidence…
Fu Weiheng was slightly taken aback, looking down at her pale face with narrowed eyes. He glanced at the man behind her, raising an eyebrow as if he had guessed what had happened, and a strange sense of joy unexpectedly welled up in him. He broke into an unprecedented smile and replied, “I’m here.”
His already handsome face lit up with that smile, causing Su Wan’s cheeks to flush suddenly. She couldn’t help but lower her head, her heart racing faster.
“Let’s go back.” He took her hand, naturally leading her away as if they were a real couple.
Cheng Che: “…”
After walking a short distance, Su Wan turned around to confirm that the man had not followed them before letting out a sigh of relief. Suddenly feeling the warmth in her palm, she jerked her hand away from his grip and bent down slightly. “I… I’m sorry…”
She apologized awkwardly while looking down, thinking to herself that he must find her inexplicable…
After a while without any response from him, she cautiously raised her head to glance at him. He was wearing a tailored HUGO BOSS suit, exuding a serious masculinity. His deep black eyes were meaningfully fixed on her, and the hand that had just held hers hung loosely by his side.
“It was nothing,” he said, his voice deep and magnetic.
Su Wan paused for a moment, hesitating to say something when her phone in her pocket rang. She quickly took it out to check; it was Yao Ye. Instantly relieved, she nodded slightly at the man in front of her. “Thank you, I have some things to attend to. I’ll be leaving now…” She answered the call and hurriedly walked away.
Fu Weiheng watched her retreating figure and took out a cigarette from Su Yan’s pack to light up.
Undeniably, his calm heart that had been steady for twenty-six years just skipped a beat unexpectedly moments ago, and it still hadn’t settled down. He raised his hand to check his palm; her warmth lingered there, and this feeling seemed to make him… unable to resist.
“Sir.” A Bentley V8 slowly approached from behind. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
The driver glanced at Fu Weiheng after getting out of the car and asked, “Sir, shall we head home first?”
He regained his cold demeanor, extinguished the cigarette butt, and murmured, "Let's go directly to Yan University."
******
The bus smoothly drove to the school, but Su Wan's heart was still unsettled. She turned back to glance at the departing bus, recalling what had just happened, and couldn't help but shiver.
Her phone rang cheerfully again. As soon as she pressed the answer button, she heard Xu Chengyang's frantic voice: "Guan Guan! Why are you still not here? Did you go off to become a demon?" She remembered that Yao Ye had mentioned a lecture on Classical Music in the afternoon. Just as she was about to say she had arrived, Xu Chengyang shouted again, "Do you know who the speaker for the lecture is? Fu Weiheng! Fu! Wei! Heng!" Xu emphasized each word.
"Guan Guan, you don't have to mind her; she's gone crazy..." Yao Ye's slow voice came through the line. "We're in the Lecture Hall; just come over." Then the call was abruptly cut off.
Su Wan smiled at her phone. She couldn't really blame Xu Chengyang for being so frantic; after all, it was Fu Weiheng, a renowned Chinese Violinist in Europe, with a master's degree from the Berlin Conservatory—Xu Chengyang's idol.
When she reached the auditorium, Su Wan was taken aback. The usually half-filled lecture hall was completely packed today, with people even standing in rows on the stairs. Had everyone from the department come? Looking at Xu Chengyang, who was animatedly waving her arms in her seat, Su Wan truly admired how she managed to secure a seat right in the middle of the third row.
Su Wan walked over and curiously asked, "When did you all get here?"
Xu Chengyang turned around at the sound: "Guan Guan! You finally made it!"
Yao Ye gritted her teeth and shot a fierce glare at Xu Chengyang: "You came without even eating!"
Xu Chengyang replied sweetly, "Oh come on, don’t be so impatient. After the lecture, I’ll treat you both to a seafood buffet!"
Yao Ye rolled her eyes and looked down at her phone, ignoring her.
After sitting down, Su Wan once again scanned the room: "This is my first time seeing so many people in this auditorium. Fu Weiheng really has quite a reputation..."
Xu Chengyang explained, "Everyone's here just to see him. Even though my Fu Weiheng has been in the music industry for so many years, he never accepts interviews or publicity; he doesn't allow photos to be taken either. When attending his performances, you're not even allowed to bring phones or cameras inside. Even his CDs don’t feature his own photo on the cover."
Su Wan raised an eyebrow and murmured, "It feels like he has something to hide..."
Xu Chengyang clicked his tongue and said, "That's called being low-key!"
Su Wan replied, "Oh..."
Xu Chengyang leaned closer to her ear and added, "Also, three years ago at the Performance in Munich, Germany, I saw him."
Su Wan made a sound of acknowledgment.
"I specifically bought a ticket to attend his Performance. It was spectacular, the entire venue was packed! My seat was just in the corner of the third floor, so I only caught a glimpse of the Deity's handsome and tall figure..." Xu Chengyang chuckled, "Later, I found a chance to sneak backstage. I finally found him! I only got to see him for five seconds before someone pulled me away, and I only saw his side profile! But just from that side view and his tall figure, I can tell he's definitely a super young handsome guy!"
Yao Ye dismissed it casually, "Can we not exaggerate?"
Xu Chengyang glared at her with gritted teeth, "Do you believe I’ll smash that broken pipe of yours!"
"…"
After all, Yao Ye had been learning the Clarinet since childhood. Compared to Xu Chengyang, who also played the violin, she naturally wasn't very interested in the noble and aloof Violinist she had never met.
The lecture was set to start at two o'clock. Su Wan glanced at the time; it was already two-oh-one. The previously noisy classroom suddenly fell silent. Su Wan instinctively looked up as she guessed Fu Weiheng had arrived.
Upon looking up, she was surprised again...
Fu Weiheng walked slowly onto the stage with one hand in his pocket, dressed in a white shirt and dress pants. The collar buttons were loosened by two notches, and the cuffs were slightly rolled up—very casual and pleasing to the eye.
When he stood on stage expressionlessly looking at everyone, the classroom remained quiet.
He nodded slightly, resting his long fingers on the edge of the podium, and coldly said, "I am Fu Weiheng."
His voice was clear and pleasant.
Then, the entire Lecture Hall erupted.
"He's really as handsome as the legends say!"
"What? Your husband? You don't know that I'm his childhood sweetheart?"
"Come on, you're just his childhood sweetheart. I was betrothed to him since we were in the womb!"
"You all don't know, I just got my marriage certificate with him yesterday."
"I'm even pregnant with his child!"
"…"
The long-legged 'capitalist' turned out to be Fu Weiheng...
Humans truly cannot bear too many shocks in a single day; at this moment, Su Wan was completely petrified in her seat. She actually used Fu Weiheng to fend off suitors... and had foolishly rejected the violinist from Deity...
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