No matter what, her little life had been preserved.
With the immediate danger to her life gone, He Sheng returned to her laid-back lifestyle and responded to the system’s urging with passive resistance.
【Host, if you keep working three days and resting two, when will you ever accumulate enough life value to reach ninety-nine years old?】
He Sheng sat on the swing, replying coolly: “Let fate decide.”
People always swung back and forth between striving and lying flat. He Sheng also wanted to speed up her progress, but after sticking close to Fu Hanye a few times, she felt a bit afraid.
Perhaps it was an instinctive sensitivity to danger, like that of a small animal.
Fu Jingnian somehow learned that his son had been neglecting his studies. He cut off all of Fu Hanye’s credit cards and ordered him to return to school and complete his education.
“Don’t forget, your mother’s inheritance is still in my hands. If you want it, then go back to school and behave yourself!”
Fu Jingnian knew exactly what his son cared about. Other methods might not move Fu Hanye, but anything related to his late wife’s inheritance could.
Fu Hanye had no choice but to comply.
After returning to school, Fu Hanye discovered that he had already been removed from his group, which meant he would have to complete the entrepreneurial project on his own.
Shen Yao did not feel that she had done anything wrong. She had already been more than fair to Fu Hanye, yet he had not appreciated it and had even responded with harsh words.
Completing the assignment did not require attending school every day, but Fu Hanye, now penniless and too proud to borrow money, found himself troubled over the startup funds.
Was there any kind of business that required no cost?
Fu Hanye pinched the bridge of his nose and walked onto the balcony to smoke.
Below the balcony was the garden of the Fu Family villa. The late Madam Fu had been an avid lover of flowers and plants. Back then, Fu Jingnian had purchased this villa precisely because of its large garden, making it convenient for her to grow plants.
As winter approached, most of the plants in the garden had withered, leaving only a few evergreen plants still lush and green.
Whenever he felt troubled, Fu Hanye liked to stand on his balcony and look down at the garden. It somewhat eased his mood.
Suddenly, a melodious tune drifted over. Fu Hanye froze for a moment, the cigarette nearly burning his fingers.
It was his mother’s favorite piece: “Butterfly Lovers.” Whenever she was in the mood, she would play it for him.
Compared to his mother’s performance, this person’s technique was even better, and the emotions were rich and full—it was an excellent rendition.
Fu Hanye extinguished the cigarette and followed the sound of the music.
He went downstairs, passed through the living room, and walked to the western side of the garden. Pushing aside the vines that blocked his view, He Sheng appeared before him, dressed in a fluffy long skirt.
Her posture while holding the violin was elegant, as if she were holding a bouquet of flowers. The flowing music was gentle and lingering, quietly seeping into the heart.
Fu Hanye stood still and did not approach. His gaze gradually deepened.
When had she learned the violin? And played it this well?
He quietly listened for a while, then raised his phone and recorded a short video of more than ten seconds.
After finishing the piece, He Sheng gently placed the violin on the small round table.
Playing the violin required stamina, and unfortunately, He Sheng was currently extremely weak.
Hearing footsteps, she turned her head. It was Fu Hanye.
For a moment, she thought she saw a glint in his cold, dark eyes—like a hunter spotting prey.
He Sheng blinked, trying to see more clearly, but everything blurred again.
“Play it again.“ Fu Hanye ordered, leaving no room for refusal.
He Sheng shook her head in rejection. She was tired, and being ordered around made her uncomfortable. Without the right mood, she could not produce a pleasant melody.
Fu Hanye did not insist. Instead, he sat down in the chair opposite her, his eyes fixed intently on her as she drank tea and rested.
Even with her poor vision, He Sheng could easily sense such an intense gaze.
Fu Hanye suddenly said: “I’ve never heard you mention learning the violin before.”
He Sheng’s heart skipped a beat. The original owner did not know how to play the violin, but she did.
Life had been too boring, so she had wanted to do something different today. She had asked Uncle Zhou if there was a violin at home.
Uncle Zhou said yes and brought one over. After applying rosin and tuning the strings, she had played a piece.
She had not expected to attract Fu Hanye, nor for him to say something that made her uneasy.
However, it was not a big problem.
She could not speak, so she did not necessarily have to explain everything clearly.
During the few minutes of silence, Fu Hanye came up with an explanation on his own.
He Sheng had studied film and television acting in university; he assumed she must have learned it there.
Fu Hanye casually plucked a few strings and asked as if unintentionally: “Do you want to go out? Didn’t you used to love going to the top of Yulong Mountain in autumn to see that Thousand-Year Apricot Tree? The apricot leaves should be beautiful around this time.”
He Sheng slowly turned her head, her face lighting up with excitement.
A Thousand-Year Apricot Tree, with golden leaves scattered all over the ground—how beautiful that must be.
Even if she could not see clearly, she still wanted to experience it.
After all, no matter how big the Fu Family villa was, walking around it every day would eventually become boring.
A faint smile appeared on Fu Hanye’s lips. “We’ll go tomorrow morning. Bring the violin.”
He Sheng pressed her lips together lightly and nodded.
Although she did not understand his sudden kindness, the current Fu Hanye was not yet the gloomy, obsessive villain described in the book. There was still a trace of humanity in him.
He Sheng felt it was worth trying to agree. She needed to build a good relationship with Fu Hanye—after all, if she wanted to live a long life, she would have to rely on him.
After returning to his room, Fu Hanye opened the Dou Dou short video platform and registered a new account named Miss Rabbit’s Daily Life. He simply edited the video he had taken earlier and uploaded it.
After finishing, he tossed his phone aside and picked up a game controller.
Just now, he had come up with a brilliant idea.
He had no intention of setting up a street stall or doing small business, but becoming a short video blogger—something very popular nowadays—seemed somewhat interesting.
He Sheng would be his content. However, Fu Hanye had no intention of telling her. After all, the little mute could not see clearly; even if he filmed her, she would not know.
The first video circulated within the platform’s data pool. He Sheng’s violin playing was good, though not extraordinary, but the atmosphere captured in the footage was exceptional.
The girl with a light ribbon covering her eyes stood in a white wrought-iron gazebo, surrounded by greenery, slowly playing her violin.
The comment section was filled with curiosity and praise for He Sheng. Of course, there were also a few negative remarks, but discussion meant engagement. Overnight, the video gained nearly a hundred thousand likes—it had become somewhat popular.
Fu Hanye was fairly satisfied with the results. After breakfast, he instructed Uncle Zhou to arrange a trip to Yulong Mountain.
There was no choice—his car keys had been confiscated, so if he wanted to use a car, he had to go through Uncle Zhou.
“I’m taking He Sheng to see the Thousand-Year Apricot Tree.”
His reason was sufficient. After Uncle Zhou consulted Fu Jingnian and received approval, he arranged the car.
This was He Sheng’s first time going out since arriving here, and her excitement was difficult to conceal.
She chose a warm goose-yellow outfit and asked Sister-in-law Wang to braid her hair into a fishtail braid. With only a pearl ribbon as decoration, she looked even more delicate and charming.
Fu Hanye stood at the bottom of the steps, watching as she slowly descended. When she reached the last few steps, he extended his hand toward her.
Without hesitation, He Sheng placed her hand in his, the expression on her face becoming especially joyful as the system notification sounded.
Who would refuse it when the life-saving treasure took the initiative to request a connection?