CHAPTER 31: CHAPTER 011 TOO LATE TO MEET_2

However, Fu Weiheng slightly turned to the side, deftly avoiding Old Charlie’s touch, his expression indifferent.

Old Charlie wasn’t surprised by Fu Weiheng’s evasion but still pretended to be heartbroken, clutching his chest, "My heart is broken..."

Su Wan: "..."

What’s up with these two acting like they’ve known each other for a long time...

Fu Weiheng walked over next to Su Wan, glanced at her, and then spoke to Old Charlie with extreme coldness, "The concert repertoire is almost ready, the rest you handle yourself."

Without giving Old Charlie a chance to speak, he dragged Su Wan straight out of the office.

Su Wan only realized what had happened after stepping out, she paused and pointed at the door, "Uh...the director hasn’t told me to leave yet..."

Fu Weiheng shot her a sharp, domineering look, which made Su Wan tremble and immediately babble, "You’re the boss, you’re the boss..."

The air suddenly quieted down. Su Wan couldn’t help but turn her head to look, locking eyes with his deep, bright gaze, her heart trembled, face flushed, "Mr. Fu?"

Fu Weiheng came back to his senses, his expression calm, "Walk with me?"

Perhaps it was because of that deep, irresistible voice that Su Wan, without thinking, agreed, "Okay."

Su Wan originally thought Fu Weiheng just wanted to take a walk around the nearby streets, but she didn’t expect him to drive her to the place where she and her father used to live.

The car stopped, and the two got out one after another. Standing in front of the car, Fu Weiheng pointed to a brick-red duplex villa ahead, "That was my house before I went abroad."

Su Wan turned her head, eyes full of surprise, "Turns out we were neighbors."

Fu Weiheng tilted his head to look at her.

Su Wan also pointed to the small house a hundred meters away, smiling, "That was the home of my father and me."

Fu Weiheng was taken aback, not expecting this extra layer of connection.

Su Wan joked, "Maybe we used to play together as kids."

"I didn’t like going out much as a kid." His tone was very light, light enough to be dispersed by the wind.

Su Wan paused, unable to find words for a moment. Indeed, someone as hardworking as him wouldn’t let himself waste away like that.

If only we had met a little earlier, how great it would have been.

Su Wan stayed silent for a while before changing the subject, "Mr. Fu, let me tell you a story?"

"Sure."

Su Wan started walking forward, "Over twenty years ago, an excellent cellist lived here. He had a beloved piece, ’Amazing Grace’..."

Hearing this, Fu Weiheng paused, suddenly realizing something.

She continued, "Later, one day, the cellist went to London for a performance with the orchestra. The cellist had a habit of playing his beloved piece, ’Amazing Grace’, in public. He said that a song of forgiveness could bring people peace and calm. And because of this piece, in London Park, he met the other half of his life..."

At this point, Su Wan paused, her expressions dimming for a moment, her voice light as she added, "Someone he thought he could be with for a lifetime..."

"Su Wan..."

"Let me finish." She interrupted him, "That girl was beautiful and cheerful. In the cellist’s eyes, she was different. Later, they got married and had a daughter. But the marriage only lasted three years. Because the girl wanted to pursue her dreams, she resolutely divorced the cellist and went abroad alone. After the girl left, the cellist quit the orchestra and became a violin maker, focusing on raising his daughter. But the good times didn’t last. When his daughter was sixteen, he passed away from late-stage liver cancer."

Unknowingly, they’ve returned to that bench, and Teary-eyed, she sat on the bench, looking at Fu Weiheng beside her, feeling choked, "At her father’s funeral, the girl herself drove her mother away. But four years ago, because of missing her, she went to London with her cousin. She met her mother’s current husband and son. Watching how her mother smiled so happily, she suddenly felt so unnecessary."

"Su Wan." A clear voice came from behind. Fu Weiheng looked at her, his eyes as deep and clear as obsidian, "You must believe there isn’t more suffering in this world than your courage." [from the internet]

Su Wan was taken aback, her gaze fell on his handsome, fair face, his lips pressed, his features calm, without any expression.

After remaining silent for a long time, she finally sighed and said, "Later, I went to London Park, the place where my mother and father met." She paused, her charming eyes filled with a smile, "I also learned from my father and played a piece in public."

Hearing this, Fu Weiheng suddenly became stunned, the deep ink-like eyes showed a hint of surprised joy. London Park, the vague figure he had been thinking about for four years. He walked in front of Su Wan, his usually calm and melodious voice unexpectedly trembling slightly, "Four years ago in June? Also... ’Amazing Grace’?"

A gentle breeze blew past, scattering Su Wan’s long black hair. She raised her hand to tuck the loose strands behind her ear, her soft and pleasant voice striking straight to Fu Weiheng’s heart, "Yes, June, ’Amazing Grace’."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Weiheng suddenly turned around and hurriedly ran towards the Cayenne, even before Su Wan could react, he was already dozens of meters away.

From afar, she watched Fu Weiheng retrieve her cello from the car and run over. His tall figure made the otherwise large cello look somewhat petite on his shoulder.

Soon, he stood before her, took the cello off his back, still panting, "Play it again." He looked at her with deep and determined eyes, gently repeating, "Play it again, ’Amazing Grace’."

Without hesitation, Su Wan took it, "Sure."

She took the cello, adjusted the peg, tuned it, and then started playing, all in one swift, fluid motion.

The setting sun cast its fiery glow over the park, elongating her silhouette as she played.

The melodious and lingering cello sound spread across this tree-lined path, drawing the attention of passing pedestrians. Fu Weiheng listened to the familiar music, watching the figure he had longed for four years, and a heart filled with longing could no longer be calm from that moment.

Back then, if he hadn’t been so reserved, he would’ve caught up with her, held her. At least now, he could like her a little more, a little longer. Fortunately, destiny did not let them down. Thankfully, it granted him the chance to meet her again. Thankfully, there’s still time.

...

On the way back in the evening, Su Wan stopped by the convenience store behind the school. At checkout, standing ahead was a tall man, his back slim and straight, wearing a white shirt. His toned back was faintly visible under the thin fabric, and his turned profile was as exquisitely carved as a sculpture.

Hmm, quite the eye candy.

"Can I use my card?" The man’s rich voice came from ahead.

"Sir, you only have a bottle of mineral water..." The cashier seemed a bit troubled.

Su Wan peeked forward, seeing the man’s jade-like fingers gripping a fancy wallet, with a photo on the inside of a lovely girl. The wallet had no cash but was filled with many shiny credit cards.

Hmm, she wasn’t intentionally peeking.

"I’ll take care of it." Su Wan handed over her items, pulling out her wallet, "Put this gentleman’s on my tab."

Jiang Zhiyan turned around, his gaze drifting over the face of the girl behind him, finally landing on the cello on her back. For a moment, he felt a sense of familiarity.

"Thank you, I’ll go next door to withdraw some cash to repay you." Jiang Zhiyan took the bottle of water. Su Wan, sorting her purchased items, coldly refused, "No need, it’s just a bottle of water, glad to help."

Hmm, consider it the price for seeing your wallet photo. She added silently in her heart.

"Thank you." Jiang Zhiyan raised an eyebrow and offered another thanks before leaving.

Watching the figure fade away, Su Wan’s mind flashed back to Fu Weiheng’s handsome and serene face, her heart stirred, hmm, God is definitely better looking.