Chapter 275: 0275 Sister Ran’s Fancy Confession Chapter 275: 0275 Sister Ran’s Fancy Confession [Xiao Ran: Mr. Fu, are you lacking a girlfriend?]
Fu Qiyuan’s eyes suddenly narrowed fiercely, as he abruptly looked up and saw Su Ran holding her phone looking at him with a faint, beautiful smile on her face.
Yet in Fu Qiyuan’s eyes, she appeared more enchanting than at any other time.
His heart trembled fiercely, unable to articulate what he felt. He was accustomed to devising strategies behind the scenes and controlling everything in his hands until he met her.
As the heir of the Fu Consortium, everyone around him had been reminding him since childhood of what responsibilities and family missions were, and gradually, his heart grew calm, no longer stirred by anything.
Just because of her one message, his heart, tranquil as water, surged with waves, agitated and at a loss.
At that moment, Fu Qiyuan realized he had fallen for her, the girl named Su Ran.
He let out a soft chuckle, a sound of pleasure and excitement unheard of before, low and magnetic, irresistibly charming.
He stared at the message for a long time before replying to it one letter at a time.
[Fu Qiyuan: Not lacking, but I’m lacking you!]
Su Ran looked at the message that came through and curved her lips, then turned her head toward Fu Qiyuan, smiled at him, and put her phone back into her bag.
Her slender, delicate hands rested on the piano keys, like pure white jade.
The smile on her face gradually disappeared, and she became serious and haughty.
“What’s Su Ran up to? There hasn’t been any movement for so long.”
“Yeah, can she even play?”
“We’ve been waiting in vain for so long, it turns out she was just putting on a show.”
“If she can’t play, then she should just come down. Don’t waste everyone’s time.”
Su Xinyan’s unattractive complexion finally revealed a hint of a smile, as she looked at Su Ran on stage, a hint of contempt flashing in her beautiful eyes.
However, at that moment, the notes on the keyboard began to sound, one after another.
The music was melodious, spirited, and so enchanting that everyone in the room immediately fell silent and fixed their gaze on the girl on stage.
Some even started closing their eyes, enjoying this auditory feast.
At the borders of Dreamland, bonfires rose gently, spreading and swirling.
In the dark night, shooting stars left dazzling trails of light, and in the distant castle, there was his love.
His love was in the heavens, eventually falling slowly.
That winter, it snowed, pure white, like a dream.
But it was a dream he would never wake from, a dream where everything was fulfilled.
They met, came to know each other, fell in love, she in her wedding dress, smiling at him, angels singing a song of blessing for them.
A shooting star passed over the castle, like a tear of happiness.
As the last note dropped, Su Ran’s hands came to a rest on the piano keys.
The venue was silent, not a sound to be heard.
Su Ran slowly opened her eyes, a radiant smile curling at her lips.
She stood up slowly, nodded to the audience, and then returned to her seat.
With an air of proud aloofness, none could compare.
In the prolonged silence, sparse applause began to sound, one clap, then another, until it filled the entire venue.
Fu Qiyuan’s gaze had been following her all along, a dark gleam flashing in his pitch-black eyes.
He looked at her hand on the armrest, and without any hesitation, enveloped it in his own warm palm.
The temperature in his palm was somewhat scorching, just like the flame in his eyes.