CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 17: SO-CALLED BOYFRIEND

Night, it was still raining outside the window, the streetlights at the roadside emitted a dim light, casting the slanting rain into crystal clarity.

With shadows hanging on the wall, the room was silent, and Su Wan sat on the wide and comfortable bed, sighing: In the end, she still had no choice but to stay.

After taking a shower, Su Wan called Xu Chengyang to briefly tell him about tonight’s events.

Xu Chengyang felt discontent after hearing it: "It’s one thing that Yao Ye can’t come back, but now even you’re leaving me."

Su Wan: "I’ll return tomorrow morning."

"Humph! Anyway, it’s a fact that you can’t come back tonight!" Xu Chengyang snorted coldly, seemingly putting his phone aside. The sound of him busily playing a game surged in her ears, clear and sharp.

Su Wan listened for a while and teased him: "Does it even matter whether I’m in the dormitory or not when you’re playing games? Hm? Xu?"

Xu Chengyang: "..."

Xu wasn’t backing down: "Ah! You’re staying at Miss Fu’s place tonight. That Fu... a golden opportunity, Wanwan!"

"What nonsense are you talking!" Su Wan sharply interrupted her words and then added quite guiltily, "He doesn’t live here."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Su Wan panicked, quickly covering the microphone, responding, "Who is it..."

"It’s me."

The mellow, clear voice made Su Wan’s heart skip a beat.

It really is: Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Over the phone, Xu Chengyang kept pressing, "Ah? Not living there? How’s that possible! Wanwan! Nothing escapes my instincts..."

Su Wan took a deep breath, and hastily said into the phone, "Let’s talk tomorrow! I’m hanging up!"

After ending the call, she said, "Come in."

In the next moment, the door clicked open. Fu Weiheng, holding a steaming mug, entered, walked to the wooden TV cabinet, and placed the steaming drink on it.

Su Wan got up and walked over, looked at the dark concoction, and asked, "What is it?"

"Ginger tea." He slightly turned, meeting her bright, clear eyes, "You got caught in the rain today, I’m worried you might catch a cold."

His tone was calm as still water, yet it stirred ripples in Su Wan’s heart, one after another, unable to settle for a long time.

He seemed to have just showered, dressed in black silk loungewear, his short hair fluffy and smooth, with a faint scent of body wash lingering in the air.

After a while, he slightly averted his gaze and said in a deep voice, "Rest early, good night."

With that, he turned to leave.

At that moment, a rush of mixed emotions surged in Su Wan’s heart. Almost instinctively, she tugged at his sleeve, "Fu Weiheng, I’m sorry."

Fu Weiheng was startled, his hand paused as he was about to open the door, looking down at the hand tightly gripping his sleeve. Without hesitation, he grasped that hand back gently, speaking softly, "What’s wrong?"

The sudden warmth in her hand made her ears heat up, lowering her head in shame: "...I’m sorry, something happened, I wasn’t in the right state, so I skipped practice, I’ve been too willful..."

"And that night..." She paused briefly, recalling what Fu Weiheng had said, the heat from her ears spreading to her cheeks, her voice barely audible, "...I thought you were joking."

The room fell into silence momentarily, Su Wan clenched her fist, her head lowered further, so anxious that she forgot to breathe.

A sigh came from above her head, he released the grip on her hand, the warmth faded away, making Su Wan’s heart fall sharply, a pang of sourness was about to seep into her heart when he reached out again, resting his hand on the back of her neck, gently pulling her into his embrace, his low voice enticing.

"I’m not someone to joke around," he said, "Wanwan, my heart is small, having you is enough."

The crisp masculine scent filled her breath, at this moment, it seemed like his presence filled the world, warmth both inside and out.

Her eyes suddenly heated up, Su Wan slightly turned her face, leaning silently against his chest.

"Now then..." his warm breath was close to her ear, his steady voice now slightly hoarse, "Can you answer me now?"

Su Wan didn’t understand, she peered out, her round eyes looking at him: "What?"

He lowered his head, leaning closer to her: "Do you like me?"

His handsome face so close, her heart trembled, nervously looking up at him, breath gradually becoming irregular.

He had said, Wanwan, no matter what happens in the future, I hope the first person you think of, is me.

He had said, It’s okay, I can make an exception for you.

He had said, My heart is small, having you is enough.

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The fragmented marriage of her parents once made her not believe in love, no matter how much love, it still ends in separation.