Love Symphony: Let Your Heart Beat for Me-Chapter 101 - 057 Inopportune

Su Wan still had tears on her face, but she couldn’t help but break into a smile. For a moment, her heart softened: "Mm, it’s all because you’re spoiling me, I blame you."

"Blame me." He lifted his foot to press against her waist, pulling her closer.

Suddenly, she was in an enthusiastic mood. She looked up at him from his embrace, her eyes bright: "Neil, let me show you a picture of my dad, he’s really handsome."

He laughed: "Didn’t we see it at the cemetery the other day."

Su Wan stretched a hand from under the covers to grab the phone on the table: "That picture was too solemn, my dad’s candid photos are much more handsome."

She tapped the screen, flipping through the album until she found an old photo from over ten years ago of her and her father. She handed it to Fu Weiheng: "This is me when I was just over a year old. Look at my dad, isn’t he handsome?"

Fu Weiheng took the phone and gazed intently. The adorable little girl sat on an old children’s bicycle, chubby cheeks sporting two dimples as she smiled, the incompletely grown teeth stealing the spotlight.

His gaze shifted to the man standing beside the girl in the photo, with handsome and well-defined features, and a kind, gentle smile...

So familiar.

Fu Weiheng’s heart trembled for a moment, and he suddenly broke into a pleasant, deep chuckle, shaking his chest up and down.

Su Wan was dumbfounded and snatched the phone back, staring at the photo repeatedly, unable to comprehend what was so funny.

"...What’s wrong? My dad is really good-looking..." Su Wan puzzled, looked at the screen and said, "I’m not... funny-looking either..."

Seeing in the photo her incomplete teeth, the last words were spoken with little confidence.

Fu Weiheng gradually stopped laughing, tossed her phone aside, reached in to pull her into his arms, and with a turn, pressed her under him.

He slowly lowered his head to kiss her brow, then down to her eyes, along her nose until he reached her well-defined collarbone, then looked up at her, his eyes dark and filled with desire.

Su Wan’s heart instantly skipped a beat; her hands flustered about unsure of where to place them, swallowing hard, she struggled to speak: "You, you... I, I’m... uum—"

He directly leaned down and blocked her words with his mouth once again.

"Is it okay?" he asked.

Su Wan shyly nodded.

She was willing to—

"But..."

Feeling his hands pause, Su Wan blushed even more, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.

She raised her hand to cover her eyes, her voice barely audible—

"But... I just got my period..."

Fu Weiheng’s back stiffened, unable to recover immediately, then heard her add: "Just when I was taking a shower..."

Fu Weiheng took a bit longer in the bathroom, and Su Wan almost fell asleep waiting in bed.

Just as she was about to drift into dreamland, the door to the bathroom clicked open, and Mr. Fu came out with water vapor enveloping him, his palm reaching under the blanket, cold to the touch.

He must have... taken a cold shower after finishing.

He still embraced her, gently kissed her forehead, a slight note of frustration in his voice: "Next time, I won’t let you off."

Su Wan blushed, knowing what he meant. She snuggled her face into his chest, closed her eyes, ready to sleep, only to remember something and look up to ask: "By the way, you haven’t told me what you were laughing about earlier."

Having drunk some wine, plus all that happened just now, sleepiness crept over Fu Weiheng. He yawned lightly, his voice lazily tired: "Remember I told you about meeting a kind and gentle person back then?"

Su Wan nodded: "You said he played ’Amazing Grace’ with your violin."

"Mm..." he said, "That person is your father."

Su Wan was surprised, looking up at him. However, he held her head firmly, leaving her helpless and incredulous: "No... It couldn’t be such a coincidence, besides, I didn’t even know my dad could play the violin..."

He shifted his head, finding a comfortable position: "The first time at the cemetery I saw your father’s photo, he seemed familiar, but I couldn’t recall who he was until you showed me the photo of him in his youth just now... I wouldn’t mistake it. The year I met your father, he looked just like the picture, and I will never forget that gentle, kind smile of his."

"As for seeing him play the violin..." Fu Weiheng nudged against her hair, letting out a soft chuckle, "Maybe it’s a privilege exclusive to me, his son-in-law."

Su Wan fell silent, just smiling softly.

A long while passed without him speaking again. Su Wan thought he had fallen asleep, but in the next second, a deep voice sounded near her ear—

"Wanwan, your father is a very good person."

He brought you into this world;

Brought you to my side.

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The next day was the last day of the New Year’s holiday. Due to her period starting on the first day, Su Wan had no choice but to stay in bed, silently enduring the pain with tears...

Fu Weiheng went out for a morning run, came back with breakfast and a bag of things, first placing breakfast in the kitchen’s thermos, then took a warm patch from the bag and walked into the bedroom.

Su Wan lay flat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, unmoving. Her pale face spelled despair in capital letters.

Fu Weiheng, distressed, tore open the warm patch packaging, lifted the quilt, placed his hand on her lower abdomen, and said: "Stick this on, it will make you feel a bit better."

Su Wan nodded: "...alright."

He found the spot and applied it, then asked, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

The person replied weakly: "...No need, it will be better by tomorrow."

Fu Weiheng frowned slightly, couldn’t help but ask: "How much does it hurt?"

Su Wan’s eyes slowly turned and glanced at him: "You can imagine, like being kicked in the balls repeatedly by a hundred people... that kind of pain."

Fu Weiheng: "..."

——

After the New Year holiday passed, the Fu Weijin family came back, and Su Wan planned to move back to the dormitory. However, Fu Weiheng was not happy and looked at her with a poker face: "You stayed once, and you want to leave? Think you can just come and go as you please here?" With that, he snatched away her suitcase, which she hadn’t had a chance to pack, and sternly said: "Suitcase, confiscated!"

"..."

Su Wan, having no choice, stayed for two more days. After all, she was still on her period; what could Mr. Fu do to her?

As the end of the year approached, Endless’s business increased, and Fu Weiheng started traveling everywhere, insanely busy, so much so that he couldn’t even spare time to attend the orchestra rehearsals. As a result, the two of them met less than three times in half a month, mainly keeping in touch via internet communication.

Later, Su Wan simply moved back to the dormitory, though she returned empty-handed because that suitcase... had indeed been confiscated by someone.

...

Elsewhere, during this busy period, something... joyful happened in dorm 216?

Here’s what happened.

After the graduate school entrance exams were over some time ago, Yao Ye suddenly became idle. Apart from practicing her oboe and watching dramas, since Xu Chengyang was busy with competitions and Su Wan was busy with work, she was holed up in the dormitory every day with nothing to do, but didn’t feel like going home so early. So, on a whim, she found a part-time job at a bubble tea shop outside the university town.

The bubble tea shop owner must have been desperate for help, as he hired Yao Ye on the spot without saying much when she applied, and immediately gave her a uniform to start working.

The job came too suddenly, and Yao Ye didn’t have time to tell the two in dorm 216 before the boss hurriedly dragged her off for training.

After a morning of training, Yao Ye got the hang of making bubble tea; although her actions weren’t very quick yet, the taste met the standard.

So she soon had her first order at her new part-time job. The cashier was another part-timer and took orders in the front while Yao Ye prepared them in the back.

At that moment, Yao Ye was making bubble tea for a customer when she heard a familiar voice from behind—clear and bright—

"Hey there handsome, one bubble tea, no ice!"

Yao Ye’s hand paused while shaking the tea, intending to turn around to call someone, when she heard a familiar sharp male voice: "Xu Chengyang, what are you doing ordering something with ice in winter? Don’t you care about your stomach or your brain?" He lightly tapped the back of Xu Chengyang’s head, then sternly told the cashier, "One hot milk tea, less sugar."

Xu Chengyang clutched his head, glaring at him with fighting spirit: "Hey, Yang Erjin, just a few days together and already pulling domestic violence? Do you believe I’ll dump you at any time!"

Yang Erjin glanced at her expressionlessly, then pulled out his wallet and looked at the cashier: "How much?"

Cashier: "10 bucks."

Xu Chengyang: "......"

Angry, Xu Chengyang snatched his wallet with a cheeky expression: "Beg me and I’ll give it back to you."

Yang Erjin waved his hand: "Take it, Daddy’s giving it to you."

Xu Chengyang: "............"

WTF! (What The Fuck!)

Mr. Xu, furious, was about to make a move to mess with him when suddenly, with a "pop," a cup of milk tea was placed on the counter in front: "Miss, hot milk tea, less sugar!"

That clear, abrupt, and unique voice was all too familiar after nearly four years, so she held Yang Erjin’s wallet and trembled as she looked up: "...Ah... Yao."

Yang Erjin turned his head, also startled, and laughed awkwardly: "What a coincidence..."

Yao Ye, hands on her hips, silently holding the hot milk tea, smiled meaningfully.

The cashier witnessed the awkward standstill among the three, eyes sparkling with surprise: What’s going on? Caught red-handed while two-timing??

(Yang Erjin: Screw you, who’s two-timing!)

That night, dorm 216’s WeChat group, the Class of 2013 Orchestration Department group, and their friend circle saw the following message—

[Yao Ye’s son: Everything’s in the ID (smile)]

Replies—

It’s Yao Ye not Swaying: 23333, you’ve got it today, good son.

Swan: Hmm, quite pleasing.

Yao Ye’s son replied to Swan: Su Wan! You’re not human!

Mendel Jin: Serves you right [smile]

Yao Ye’s son replied to Mendel Jin: Get lost!

Pagnana: Good son

Wangzai Xiaocaitou: Good son

Old Captain: Good son

Yao Ye’s son: All of you get the hell out!!!

...

On the subway, Su Wan, looking at the raging department group messages and friend circle comments, tapped into the dorm group and typed: What happened?

Yao Ye replied instantly: Xu Hansan is about to start terrorizing guys again

Xu Chengyang: Scram