Love Symphony: Let Your Heart Beat for Me-Chapter 137 - 074 Love is Trust

In the hospital room.

Su Wan leaned against the head of the bed, staring motionlessly at the man who had appeared in the room two minutes ago.

He furrowed his brows, his complexion not looking too good, with dark circles under his eyes, seeming not much more spirited than her. Wearing a shirt and trousers, with the bright blue cufflinks she gifted him on his wrists, which were particularly eye-catching.

Fu Weiheng was somewhat angry.

But he was angry at himself.

He wasn’t by her side at this critical moment, and if he hadn’t been uneasy and let Jiang Zhiyan send her home last night, what would have happened if she were alone at home?

He didn’t dare to imagine.

But fortunately, she was fine.

...

Jiang Zhiyan woke up at dawn.

At that time, seeing that Su Wan’s complexion had eased considerably, he gave a few instructions to the nurse on duty, then hurriedly rushed home intending to take a shower and charge his phone before returning to the hospital.

The first thing he did upon turning on his phone was to call Fu Weiheng, but unfortunately, Fu Weiheng’s phone was always off. After showering and trying again, it was still off.

Helpless, Jiang Zhiyan simply called Zhang Lin—

"Lawyer Jiang, Mr. Fu asked me to book a flight for 2 PM United States time yesterday, and he should be almost at Yanchuan now."

After hanging up, he changed his clothes and went out, grabbing breakfast from the street next door before heading to the hospital.

However, when Jiang Zhiyan pushed open the hospital room door, the tall figure standing beside the bed caught him by surprise.

He got to the hospital so quickly?

Hearing the noise, Fu Weiheng turned around, giving him a faint look.

Jiang Zhiyan glanced at Su Wan at the bedside, unable to grasp the atmosphere between them, raised his eyebrow, and simply placed the breakfast on the table at the foot of the bed, then succinctly said, "You guys talk." After that, he left, closing the door behind him.

The tense situation seemed to ease a bit, Fu Weiheng briefly dazed, finally sat down at the edge of her bed, gently stroked her dry lips, and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Su Wan nodded lightly.

His voice held a bit of frustration: "I’m sorry."

Su Wan didn’t understand why he was apologizing, responded indifferently, "It’s okay."

Her complexion was still a bit pale, her lips once flushed were now colorless, although her expression showed no fluctuation in emotion, Fu Weiheng felt her eyes, calm as water at this moment, were very piercing, even making his heart feel like it was pricked by needles, extremely uncomfortable.

Su Wan herself didn’t know why she felt so indifferent, after all, it’s just He Youyou. Over the past few months, she understood better than anyone else how Fu Weiheng treated her, how could he, who loved her more than anyone else, possibly hurt her?

After a while, seeing his dejected expression and silence, her heart softened a bit, she raised her hand to adjust the position of the cufflinks on his sleeves, breaking the silence as if nothing had happened: "Are you hungry?"

Yet Fu Weiheng held the hand, which still had medical tape on it, back, saying: "Is it because of He Youyou?"

Su Wan was startled.

He continued, "There’s nothing between me and her."

Perhaps because he stumbled upon her secret, Su Wan felt a bit embarrassed and responded hesitantly, "I... I know."

He suddenly chuckled, "Didn’t you say you love me? Don’t you trust me?"

Su Wan was even more puzzled: "You... how did you..." know what she said yesterday...

Fu Weiheng didn’t hide it, directly pulled out his phone, opened the video Yao Ye sent last night, and held it up to her—

"Are you so sure Fu Weiheng will be good to Su Wan for life?"

"None of your business?"

"I saw it with my own eyes, in the café, him and that cellist He Youyou, together, at the beginning of this year."

"So what? I love him."

...

The image stopped, this roughly four-minute video fully recorded the standoff from last night.

Su Wan’s face flushed red in an instant, she wasn’t shy about having said such frank words to Fu Weiheng before, but seeing them played in a video made her feel extremely embarrassed, especially since Fu Weiheng had seen it.

Su Wan, flustered, reached out to grab Fu Weiheng’s phone, but he, using his advantage of longer arms, raised it above his head and directly encircled her waist with his other hand, pulling her into his embrace, his lips close to her ear, his voice rich and pleasant: "Wanwan, I’m very happy."

That you trust me so much.

He threw the phone toward the foot of the bed, stroked her hair, and openly said: "That day was just a coincidence..."

Actually, that day at the café was just an impromptu meeting, the location suggested by the other party, initially planned for Zhang Lin to attend, but due to the wide scope of the cooperation and with the other party being an old client, he decided to go himself since for certain matters, he prefers to handle them personally.