Chapter 4 - 001 The So-Called Beloved_3
As soon as Fu Weiheng entered the study, he threw his suit jacket onto the sofa, unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, tugged off his tie, and then leaned back on the comfortable chaise lounge, closing his eyes to rest.
This study was about fifty square meters, with walls paneled in vermillion wood. The bookshelves on the walls were over three meters high, neatly arranged with various collections of books and biographies. Directly in front of the bookshelves was a purely decorative fireplace, and a delicate crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a bright and transparent light, very luxurious.
Having just returned from the United States, Fu Weiheng had yet to adjust to the time difference, and the busy morning had left him exhausted.
In the lazy and quiet afternoon, the ginkgo trees in the courtyard rested comfortably. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would pass by, and the ginkgo leaves would rustle as if little elves were dancing gracefully.
A deep, lingering cello sound suddenly echoed in the grand house. The music was gentle and soothing, like a mellow and soothing whisper, touching the heartstrings.
"Amazing Grace"?
Fu Weiheng closed his eyes, his brows slightly knitted.
The same cello, the same "Amazing Grace."
The blurry image of the girl in London Park from four years ago subconsciously emerged in his mind.