CHAPTER 77: CHAPTER 34: UNWILLINGNESS (2)

Su Wan always felt that dating someone as extraordinary as Fu Weiheng meant enduring the deadly stares of fangirls worldwide. Sure enough, the moment she walked into the rehearsal room, everyone inside who had been chatting animatedly fell silent for three seconds simultaneously.

Having been with the orchestra for over two months, Su Wan was connected with some of its members on WeChat. She didn’t usually post on her Moments and wasn’t in the habit of blocking people, so when Fu Weiheng posted on his Moments yesterday, everyone who was friends with her on WeChat could see it. Those who saw it told those who didn’t, turning one into ten, ten into a hundred, and before long, everyone in the orchestra knew.

It wasn’t her imagination; her colleagues looked at her today in a very subtle way. Being a usually calm and composed person, she inexplicably felt a chill on the back of her neck and subconsciously swallowed: "Good...good morning."

The rehearsal room was neither too big nor too small. For better soundproofing, sound-absorbing materials covered the walls, but the whispers were nearly audible to Su Wan, for instance—

"She’s actually with Mr. Fu? My God!"

"Surprising indeed, that Mr. Fu, who has never been close to women, would fall in love one day."

And from a faithful fangirl, bitterly—

"Haha, I heard Mr. Fu personally listened to her audition the day she joined the orchestra."

"No way, could it be she got in through Mr. Fu’s connections?"

"That’s hard to say."

...

"Wanwan." Wen He approached from behind, smiling meaningfully, "So the man with the scarf was Mr. Fu, huh?"

Su Wan absentmindedly fiddled with her bow, looking away: "I’m sorry for keeping it from you so long..."

Wen He burst out laughing, patting her shoulder nonchalantly: "Why are you apologizing, do you need to report your love affairs to me?"

Just as Wen He spoke, suddenly there came a sarcastic remark from the side: "Ha, isn’t it just a pretty face? Who knows if she got her position in the orchestra through sleeping around..."

The voice was sharp and very deliberate, loud enough for even those not intending to hear to catch it, especially since the speaker was sitting right next to them.

"Guo Yao, we’re all in the same orchestra, do you have to be so mean?" Wen He had never liked Guo Yao, the bass player who always acted arrogantly as if the whole world owed her something, and who seemed unhappy with everyone.

Standing straight, Wen He walked over and eyed Guo Yao’s not very pretty face mockingly, "Wanwan does have a pretty face, do you have one?"

"You..." Guo Yao stammered, momentarily speechless, making a move to get up from her chair.

The woman next to her, also a bass player, sensing the situation wasn’t good, hurriedly pressed Guo Yao’s shoulder to dissuade her, "Yao Yao, don’t argue with her..."

Su Wan also stood up, tugging Wen He’s sleeve softly: "Wen He, I’m okay."

Wen He gave Guo Yao a fierce eye-roll, and turned her head to follow Su Wan back to her seat.

Sitting behind Wen He was a young trumpet player, who gave Guo Yao a glance and leaned forward to comfort, "Su Wan, don’t mind her; she’s always been like this, speaking recklessly."

The girl playing the viola in the front turned her head and whispered, "Yeah, that Guo Yao once asked Mr. Fu to attend a concert when she was in Germany. Like Mr. Fu would go with her, she was totally shut down. Now that you’re with Mr. Fu, of course, she’s upset and picking on you."

Su Wan suddenly realized that she was a suitor of the God; no wonder...

The viola girl continued, "Moreover, about you and Mr. Fu, hahaha, I don’t know why but I’m very optimistic, maybe it’s because you’re both so good-looking, you’re nice to look at!"

The trumpet boy chimed in, "Me too!"

Wen He couldn’t help but laugh, "So Wanwan, it’s up to you to soothe Mr. Fu when necessary; our future vacations rely on you."

"Count on you!"

Su Wan blushed, pointing to her seat as she turned, "...I’m going back."

At lunch, Su Wan received a strange text message that read—

[Su Wan, you’re ruthless!]

Su Wan, bewildered, sent back three "???"

Five minutes later came a reply: I apologize, can you delete the post?

Su Wan paused her spoon mid-air, brows slightly raised, immediately guessing who sent the text. She hadn’t posted anything about Li Jiayuan, nor did she know who had, so naturally, she couldn’t delete it. But she wasn’t some Saint Mary either, she wasn’t about to repay evil with good. Calmly typing and sending a few words, she put down her phone and continued eating.

Opposite her, Fu Weiheng, who was picking at his food, noticed her small expression and asked, "What’s up?"

"Nothing." Su Wan bit on her chopstick and smiled, "I’m just in a good mood."

Elsewhere, Li Jiayuan sat cross-legged at her desk, furious with the forum posts and the piling insults below, angrily gulping down soda.

Upon receiving a message, she swiftly grabbed her phone, only to see six glaring words on the lock screen—

[Su Wan: You brought this upon yourself]

The next second, there was a loud "bang," and the three previously silent roommates in the dormitory instinctively turned, seeing a pink phone being hurled violently against the white wall with a "smack," landing on the floor, its screen instantly shattered into pieces.