Love Symphony: Let Your Heart Beat for Me-Chapter 116 - 64: Past Events Like Clouds and Smoke_2

Fu Weiheng felt a sense of foreboding and replied, "Understood."

Mumu Baby: "Her mom suddenly came to our house this morning, claiming to see my sister, but she got kicked out by my sister right away. We were supposed to go to the mountain together today, but this whole thing spoiled everyone’s mood. After lunch, my sister locked herself in her room without a word, and she hasn’t come out since. I’ve been with my sister for so many years, and I’ve never seen her speak so harshly to anyone. She’s probably feeling awful right now, but I don’t dare to bother her. Brother-in-law, if she contacts you, please keep her company and talk to her."

Fu Weiheng couldn’t be bothered to reply and got up to grab the car keys from the table. He grabbed a coat from the closet at random and rushed downstairs. Passing through the living room, he quickly said, "Mom, I won’t be back tonight."

Mu Qing saw him looking flustered and thought something big must have happened. She quickly got up from the sofa and hurried to the doorway, her tone worried, "It’s raining outside, where are you rushing off to?"

Fu Weiheng swiftly changed his shoes, his voice still steady, "To Yi City."

With that, he didn’t give Mu Qing a chance to ask more questions, opened the door, and ran out into the rain.

Mu Qing: "Hey... drive carefully."

Fu Quan happened to be coming down from the second floor. Seeing Fu Weiheng in such a hurry, he shook his head, not surprised at all, and sighed softly to himself, "Impetuous, still too young."

The meeting place with Jiang Zhiyan was chosen by Su Wan, at a café near the Xinhu District. It was away from the street, nestled in an alley, with a quiet and comfortable environment.

When Su Wan arrived, Jiang Zhiyan was already there. Inside the café, two young female waitstaff were gazing at him with admiration. Waitress A remarked with awe, "He’s so handsome... I’ve worked here for a year, and it’s the first time I’ve seen such a handsome man."

Waitress B chimed in, "He’s the only man I’ve seen who wears bright red and doesn’t look effeminate at all, so dashing and stylish."

Hearing this, Su Wan turned her head to look. He had taken off his outerwear and was wearing a bright red crew-neck sweater, with a similarly hued printed shirt underneath, revealing sharp shirt collars. The striking outfit made him even more handsome, and in this modest, serene café, he was exceptionally eye-catching.

Jiang Zhiyan leaned back on the soft sofa, looking out the window as if he was watching something, his sharply defined side profile very serene.

Su Wan walked over slowly. He sensed her footsteps and looked up, his beautiful almond-shaped eyes long and dark, his emotions indifferent.

Jiang Zhiyan stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow over her. He nodded slightly and said, "Sit down."

Su Wan took a seat opposite him.

He raised his hand to call a waiter and then asked her, "What would you like to drink?"

Su Wan: "Mocha."

After the waiter left, the atmosphere between them fell into silence, inexplicably subtle.

After a while, Jiang Zhiyan smiled faintly and spoke directly, "Jiang Yun is my aunt."

Su Wan wasn’t surprised, she just lifted her eyelids to glance at him, not saying a word.

His words carried a sense of helplessness and regret, "Six years ago, the call you made to London was answered by me, and... I’m really sorry, I forgot to relay your message."

Su Wan’s pupils tightened suddenly.

He continued, "After bumping into you recently, I suddenly remembered... trying to make up for it now is too late..."

...

Later, whatever Jiang Zhiyan said, she didn’t respond, just quietly listened, without a word.

Before leaving, Jiang Zhiyan handed her an old-looking photo album, "I found this in your mother’s room." He mockingly curled his lips, "I never thought, being a lawyer, I’d one day invade someone’s privacy like this."

...

Back home, Su Wan held that yellowed photo album, reflecting for a long time, and opened it—

Page after page, it was all about her.

From her first string competition win at six to winning the International Youth String Competition in the cello category at thirteen, from elementary school graduation to high school graduation at nineteen, there was almost nothing missing.

Her heart was a tangled mess.

Jiang Zhiyan’s words began to echo in her ears again—

He said, "She regrets it very much. If it wasn’t for my grandfather... your grandfather, giving her so much pressure, she would never have left so decisively back then."

He said, "She went to see you all, including your father, every year..."

He said, "Although she remarried, she wasn’t happy at all; the one she loved most was always your father."

He said, "Maybe many years have passed, but in her heart, she never forgot you, her daughter."