CHAPTER 28: CHAPTER 010 CRAZY BEES AND FLUTTERING BUTTERFLIES_2

He grabbed her hand: "Alright."

Su Wan’s palm felt warm, and her face turned red.

Watching the two figures slowly disappear, Li Yu could only think—

Damn, does being handsome mean you’re that great!

...

As they neared the parking lot, Su Wan consciously let go of his hand, putting some distance between them. She was both annoyed and regretful, inadvertently using the God as a shield against suitors again. What a sin...

Fu Weiheng wasn’t surprised by her rejection once again, a slight smile tugged at his lips. He felt the residual warmth in his palm and walked briskly towards the nearby Cayenne.

Following behind, Su Wan remembered Fu Weiheng had mentioned changing locations and called out: "Mr. Fu..."

One second

Two seconds

Three seconds

No response.

Su Wan panicked, wondering if the God was upset... Then she internally cursed herself fiercely, wasn’t it obvious! A noble and aloof God being used like a tool, even tossed around by a violinist like her—I’d be upset too!

"Mr. Fu..."

"..."

Still no response.

Afterward, Su Wan thought maybe she should just call his name?

"Fu Weiheng!"

Her mouth was quicker than her mind; the volume was just right, stopping the figure in front of her abruptly.

Only then did Su Wan realize what she had done, hurriedly covered her mouth. Oh no, she thought it and said it out loud.

The figure slowly turned around, walking back towards her. He bent down, looking at her on an even level, his voice deep and alluring like a cello: "What did you just call me?"

Someone trying to fix the situation: "...Mr. Fu."

Fu Weiheng narrowed his eyes, clearly dissatisfied: "Hm?"

Su Wan had a determined look on her face, ready to face the consequences: "Fu Weiheng..."

The God relaxed his features, thoroughly enjoying it: "Hm, call me that, I like it."

Su Wan: "..."

Once in the car, Su Wan turned her head to look at Fu Weiheng in the driver’s seat, her face flushed: "Fu... ahem, where did the location change to on such short notice?"

Fu Weiheng started the car, answering with a question: "Have you eaten?"

Su Wan fastened her seatbelt, replying vaguely: "Huh?"

He shifted gears: "Sashimi?"

"Uh..."

"French cuisine?"

"Well..."

He pressed the accelerator: "Sashimi it is."

Excuse me, God, was there any real meaning to those two questions you just asked...

Fu Weiheng took her to a well-known Japanese restaurant in Yanchuan. The décor inside was a classic Japanese style, tidy and elegant.

Looking at the tall figure ahead, Su Wan thought, it seemed like whenever she went out with the God, it was always just to eat... And always the good stuff, was she going to gain weight from this? What was with this sudden sense of guilt!

The original wooden door of the private room was slid open and shut, Su Wan changed her shoes and followed Fu Weiheng to sit on the tatami.

On the table was a steaming cup of genmaicha already placed. Fu Weiheng took a cup and set it in front of her, pouring her some tea, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Su Wan picked up the teacup and took a small sip: "I don’t eat these things often... so you decide."

Fu Weiheng pressed the bell for the waiter, seeming like a frequent customer, skillfully ordering a few dishes by name.

Su Wan held the water cup, stealing occasional glances at him as he spoke, her mind elsewhere.

He kept his head down with a calm demeanor, his thin lips slightly pursed, short strands of hair falling onto his forehead. His long, jade-like violinist fingers flipped through the menu. The peaceful, elegant manner made Su Wan’s heart flutter.

Hmm, she finally understood what it means to be devastatingly handsome.

Eventually, he suddenly looked up at Su Wan and asked, "What do you want to drink?"

Su Wan was startled by his abrupt gaze, quickly turning her eyes toward the window, flustered: "Just... tea."

Fu Weiheng seemed not to notice anything amiss, nodded, closed the menu, and handed it to the waiter: "Also, an Americano."

After the waiter left, Su Wan couldn’t hold back her curiosity and asked him: "Mr. Fu, did you go to our university for another lecture today?"

Fu Weiheng glanced at her, unhurried: "Do you think I’d give such a boring talk a second time?"

Su Wan: "..."

Wasn’t it quite interesting...

Fu Weiheng placed his hands on the table: "The orchestra has a concert next week at Yan University."

This news made Su Wan a bit excited: "So, you went to the campus for the concert?"

Fu Weiheng raised his eyebrows, confirming with a nod.

"Are you going to play on stage?" Su Wan leaned forward, unable to hide her joy.

Fu Weiheng raised his teacup, a charming curve on his lips: "Why? Want to see me perform?"

As he spoke, he suddenly straightened up, leaned closer to her, and stared intensely, "My performance fee isn’t cheap."

Su Wan’s hand trembled as she held the teacup, nowhere to hide from his direct gaze, her face instantly turned red: "No... no."