Love Symphony: Let Your Heart Beat for Me-Chapter 130 - 71: Like a Person Drinking Water_2

Su Wan was also at a loss; on the way back, the atmosphere in the car was so stifling that she could barely breathe. She glanced at Fu Weiheng, who had disappeared around the stairwell, and turned back to say, "Uncle, I’m going to check on him..."

Fu Yi Yuan: "Go ahead."

Su Wan pushed open the door to his bedroom.

Fu Weiheng was facing sideways, unbuttoning his shirt, with his brows tightly knit and his face full of displeasure.

She lightly closed the door, put down her bag, and paced to stand in front of him. Even though it felt inexplicable, she still asked, "Neil... are you angry?"

Fu Weiheng gave her a cold glance, his shirt unbuttoned halfway, revealing a glimpse of his firm chest, making Su Wan unsure where to place her gaze.

She opened her mouth, thinking to say something more, but the man in front of her suddenly pulled her into his embrace with one hand while grasping her chin with the other. He kissed her forcefully, making it hard for her to breathe with each aggressive kiss. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

After a long time, he finally pulled away from her lips, still holding her waist tightly. His breathing was heavy, and he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice laced with resentful emotion, "Su Wan, can’t you just comfort me?"

Su Wan suddenly understood something.

Was he jealous?

She looked at him with blushing cheeks, raised her hand to cup his face, and kissed him on tiptoe before he could react, her movements clumsy and inexperienced.

Fu Weiheng, whose eyes were previously dark, slowly revealed a trace of a smile.

March, early spring.

The continuous gentle spring rain had lasted for a week. On March 9th, on this rare sunny and warm day, came the long-anticipated concert—

H&Y Hengyan Symphony Orchestra;

Famous Chinese violinist from Europe, Fu Weiheng;

The sound of all things reviving;

The 2017 Yanchuan domestic debut.

That night, the music hall of the Yanchuan Grand Theater was fully booked.

Most people, curious about the mysterious violinist who had retreated from the music circle for three years, came for him, naturally including true fans of the God Fu.

The performance was still in Fu Weiheng’s style, with all attendees forbidden from bringing any electronic devices capable of taking pictures, like cameras and phones. A sign at the entrance clearly stated that any dissatisfaction would result in an unconditional full refund.

After all, Fu Weiheng never cared about losing a few listeners.

Backstage at the theater, members of the group were accustomed to large performances like this, so even as the performance time approached, everyone remained calm.

Unlike them, Su Wan was nervous. Although she had participated in several competitions before, they were only small intercollegiate ones, and today was her first performance with the group, so naturally, she was quite nervous.

Fu Weiheng had also guessed that she would be nervous, so after changing into his clothes in his dressing room, he quickly came to see her.

The ordinary dressing room fell silent for a moment due to Fu Weiheng’s sudden appearance.

As for why Mr. Fu would unusually appear here before a performance, everyone knowingly glanced at Su Wan, who was busy flipping through sheet music in the corner.

Without any suspense, he walked over to her.

A shadow suddenly fell on the sheet music beneath the lamp, and Su Wan instinctively looked up.

Fu Weiheng was wearing a long black suit, with a sharply creased shirt underneath, and black suit pants hugging his straight legs. Today his hair was not casually tousled like usual but styled neatly back, looking clean and crisp, like a handsome gentleman, formal yet masculine.

He crouched down to meet her eyes at the same level, pinched her cheek gently, and asked, "Nervous?"

Su Wan: "A... a little."

He reached out to her nape, massaging it gently, and said in a soft tone, "Just play like you usually practice, okay?"

Su Wan nodded.

"It doesn’t matter if you play wrong," he added. "No one would dare say anything to you."

Su Wan chuckled, "Abusing authority for personal gain?"

He smiled and admitted, "Yes, abusing authority for personal gain."

——

At 7:30, the performance officially began.

Su Wan took her violin and went on stage with the group, setting up her seat and music stand. While waiting for the opening, she glanced at the audience.

Under the stage were all familiar faces.

Mr. Fu sat in the front row, center, wearing a Zhongshan suit; on either side of Fu Quan sat Fu Yi Yuan, Mu Qing, and Fu Weijin Ye Yin Huan’s family.

To the side were Xu Chengyang and Yao Ye, who, upon seeing her looking their way, pointed with their fingers to their left, indicating for her to look over.

Su Wan, puzzled, followed their direction and looked over, only to be stunned.