Love Symphony: Let Your Heart Beat for Me-Chapter 107 - 060 Difficult to Part and Separate_2

He closed the door and walked over, pulling Wanwan straight into his arms, burying his head in her neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Return the train ticket, I’ll take you home."

His warm breath scattered onto the side of her neck, and his lazy tone, like a child being petulant, carried a noticeable touch of emotion. Wanwan smiled slightly, it was the first time she saw him like this. She lifted her hand, wrapped it around his waist, caressed his smooth spine, and said, "Are you being coquettish?"

He lazily replied, "Hmm."

Fu Weiheng couldn’t bear it, he really couldn’t bear it.

A while ago, because of a business trip, they had to be apart for half a month. Finally, after wrapping up work, they reunited but didn’t even have a full day together before his parents came home. Wanwan felt somewhat embarrassed as the elders were at home. Even though they stayed under the same roof these days, time alone together was pathetically scarce.

Now she’s going back again, another half a month without seeing each other. Could he bear it?

"Just take me to the station." She tilted her head and kissed him. "I feel bad about you making the round trip."

Mr. Fu was pleased by her saying "I feel bad for you," and the previously gloomy face showed a hint of joy. He raised his hand to tuck the hair behind her ear, pinched her jaw with his fingertips, and leaned down to kiss her.

Having just brushed his teeth, his mouth still carried the fresh minty taste of toothpaste, mixed with his crisp scent that flooded her senses, making Wanwan shiver for a moment. She stood on tiptoes, climbed onto his neck with both hands, and took a step forward towards him willingly.

...

After a long while, he reluctantly pulled away, his gaze lingering on her flushed lips, his breath still a bit heavy: "I’ll wait for you to come back."

——

It took about thirty minutes from the Fu Mansion to the train station. After breakfast, they left for the station, watched by Mu Qing and Fu Weijin.

In the car, Fu Weiheng was focused on driving.

Wanwan turned her head to look at the bags on the back seat piled on her cello and sighed in distress.

Those were gifts Mu Qing gave her before she left, saying they were to be brought back for her family from Italy.

At the time, Wanwan was stunned looking at the brand labels on the bags and pushed them back, hastily saying, "Auntie, I can’t take them, they’re too expensive."

Mu Qing smiled, "They’re just small items, for your aunt and cousin."

Wanwan waved her hand, "But they don’t usually use these things."

Mu Qing: "Even if it’s not often, there’ll always be times they use them. Take them, just little gifts along the way, don’t refuse."

Fu Weijin chimed in with a smile from the side, "Take them, Wanwan, they’re just little things. If you don’t take them, we’d just leave them here."

At this moment, Wanwan stared at the bright brand labels again and sighed.

Fu Weiheng glanced at her, "What’s up?"

Wanwan hesitated for a moment and then said, "I’d still rather not take those things. You can take them back to your mom later..."

Fu Weiheng looked calm, "It’s all family, just take them."

"But this..." We’re not even married yet...

"Just treat it as a New Year’s gift." He curved his mouth into a smile and suddenly felt guilty, "It seems like I’ve never really given you a gift."

"I don’t need..."

Wanwan muttered, listening to him continue on his own, "I miscalculated, need to make up for it."

"..."

They timed everything well. When they arrived at the train station, it was already 9:50, ten minutes before check-in time. Since it was the holiday season, the train station was crowded, with many passengers going through security.

At the point where escorts had to stop, Fu Weiheng hugged her and said a few words before taking the cello off his shoulder and putting it on her back, reluctantly watching her go through security.

Amid the bustling crowd, after passing through security, Wanwan, with her cello on her back, carefully followed the throng to the boarding gate.

Watching the mass of people, thinking about Wanwan carrying both the cello and the suitcase, Fu Weiheng frowned in self-reproach, suddenly regretting not insisting she cancel the ticket so he could drive her home himself.

Inside the station, it was noisy. It took Wanwan a while to hear her phone ring, and when she saw the caller ID, she quickly answered: "Neil, what’s up?"

Fu Weiheng: "Did you check in?"

Wanwan responded with a simple "Hmm," hanging the bags on her suitcase: "I’m in line."

Fu Weiheng opened the car door and got in: "Won’t carrying the cello be too tiring?"

Wanwan laughed, "No, I’m used to it."

He looked at the Su Yan on the dashboard that had been sitting there for a long time and added, "Wanwan, bring me back home with you for Chinese New Year next year."

Wanwan didn’t hesitate, "Okay."

He was silent for a moment, then chuckled helplessly, "Wanwan, I miss you."

Wanwan played with the cello strap, whispering barely audibly, "Me too."

——

The train arrived at Yi City’s station precisely at 1:25 pm. Before getting off, Wanwan received a message from Qin Mu, saying she and Qin Yan were waiting at the train exit. Wanwan replied with "Okay" before closing the app and dialing Fu Weiheng.

While the phone rang, Fu Weiheng was in the music room practicing his instrument. The soaring notes were interrupted by the phone’s ringtone. He put down the instrument and went over to answer: "Arrived?"

The person on the other end gave a simple "Hmm."

Fu Weiheng put the instrument back in its box, closed the lid, and walked out: "Someone picking you up?"

Wanwan was pushed along by the crowd towards the station exit. Afraid Fu Weiheng wouldn’t hear her, she raised her voice on purpose, "My brother and sister are waiting at the exit."

Worried she might have trouble moving with her phone up, given the crowd at the train station, he added, "Go home first, send me a text when you arrive."

Wanwan: "Okay."

Exiting the station, she easily spotted Qin Yan’s tall figure and Qin Mu, who was much shorter standing beside him.

She stepped through the crowd, heading towards them.

Qin Mu was the first to spot her. Wanwan, in her light pink down jacket, with a delicate, pretty face and a black bulky thing on her back, was quite striking.

Still five meters away, Qin Mu dashed over, grabbing Wanwan in excitement: "Sis! I missed you so much!"

Qin Yan strolled over leisurely and patted Qin Mu’s head, giving her a sidelong glance, "In public, act properly."

Qin Mu winced, holding her head and glaring at him, muttering.

Wanwan nodded quietly, "Cousin."

Qin Yan glanced at her, conveniently pulled her suitcase, and responded with a faint "Hmm," walked a few steps, suddenly asking, "Why are you like Qin Mu?"

Qin Mu: "?"

Wanwan, walking beside him: "...What?"

With feigned disdain, he frowned: "Tsk, still so short."

Qin Mu: "..."

Wanwan: "..." She’s clearly 165!

Once in the car, Wanwan felt the need to retaliate for her cousin’s recent "personal attack," planning to find an opportunity to fight back.

The car was driving down the road. Qin Yan gave Wanwan a glance through the rearview mirror, inquiring playfully: "How about your boyfriend?"

Qin Mu, sitting in the front seat, also turned her head to look at Wanwan.

She gazed out the window, eyes unmoving: "At home."

Qin Yan: "I mean, why didn’t he come back with you?"

Wanwan: "It’s inconvenient."

Qin Yan raised an eyebrow: "Why inconvenient? What’s wrong with accompanying your girlfriend home? Don’t you know how to date?"

Knowing he was intentionally provoking, Wanwan looked at him through the rearview mirror with a blank expression, smirking lightly: "A 28-year-old who’s never dated a girlfriend has no right to say that."

Qin Mu bursted out laughing, tilting her head back in mirth.

Qin Yan bristled, puffing his cheeks in exasperation, casting a cold glance at Qin Mu.

She instantly fell silent.

Faced with this cousin, Qin Yan was helpless.

After all these years, his height increased, his abilities grew, his finances surged, yet oddly, his ability to retort with her had not grown at all!