Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire
Chapter 101 Trouble

Chapter 101: Chapter 101 Trouble

Fu Yihan cast a cold glance at him.

Gong Qi quickly shut his mouth. "Alright, alright. It’s getting late; you two should head back."

Under Gong Qi’s urging, the two of them got into the car.

Sitting in the car, Su Qingnuan felt for the first time that the journey home didn’t seem so long.

Fu Yihan was originally focused on his phone when a soft humming sound reached his ears.

He turned his head slightly and saw Su Qingnuan gazing out of the window, a faint smile on her lips.

"Feeling happy?" Fu Yihan asked.

Su Qingnuan turned back and smiled. "Not bad, just feels like today brought a lot of good news."

"Good news?" Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow. "What other good news?"

Su Qingnuan touched her nose and lowered her head, murmuring softly, "It’s about the company recruitment you mentioned before, Mr. Fu. Xiaoxiao told me today that there’s an announcement about it on the school forum."

"That..." Fu Yihan gave her a meaningful look, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Actually, there’s another way. You wouldn’t even need to attend an interview to get into the company."

"Huh?" Su Qingnuan turned to him, puzzled.

"Interested in giving it a try?" Fu Yihan asked, his smile carrying an air of mystery.

Seeing the unusual expression on his face, Su Qingnuan didn’t immediately respond, just felt confused.

Why is he asking this all of a sudden...

Earlier, when Fu Yihan had asked her to attend the company’s interview, Su Qingnuan had chosen not to go.

Now, with this interview opportunity, why was he suddenly offering her an easy way in?

Su Qingnuan frowned slightly but shook her head firmly. "The last competition was my own mistake. I won’t let this chance slip by again. Don’t worry, Mr. Fu—I won’t let you down."

Fu Yihan’s faint smile disappeared as he curled his lips.

"I’ve never had expectations of you."

"...I see."

The atmosphere turned icy.

Su Qingnuan stole glances at Fu Yihan from time to time, but his face remained expressionless, even more intimidating than before.

She quickly pulled her gaze back and shifted her body toward the car door, trying to maintain some distance from him.

After a long while, the car finally came to a stop.

Seeing Fu Yihan push open the car door himself, Su Qingnuan hurriedly got out and went to assist him with the wheelchair.

"I told you to keep an eye on things—this is how you do it?"

A furious voice rang out, drawing Su Qingnuan’s attention.

Beyond the car, near the entrance, Fu Yixing stood with a stern expression, scolding the man in front of him.

The man wore a slightly disheveled suit, his hair messy and unkempt.

"Vice President, let me explain, I..."

"Explain? All you know how to do is explain!" Fu Yixing slammed the documents in his hand against the man’s chest and shouted angrily, "Do you still think there’s time for explanations? Instead of making excuses, why don’t you focus on solving the problem?"

The man forced a bitter smile and looked at Fu Yixing with pleading eyes. "Vice President, I really don’t have a way out this time. It used to be General Manager Fu who handled this kind of situation. I..."

"What General Manager Fu? That person is no longer part of the company. From now on, don’t you dare mention that name in the office!"

"...Understood."

Their quarrel was so loud that even standing by the car, everything was heard clearly.

Su Qingnuan withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Fu Yihan.

The latter sat calmly in his wheelchair, staring ahead as if he hadn’t heard the commotion.

"Shall we go inside?" Su Qingnuan ventured hesitantly.

Fu Yihan nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Su Qingnuan started pushing him in that direction.

The sound of the wheelchair’s wheels grinding against the stone path interrupted the heated dispute nearby.

"General Manager Fu!" The man in the disheveled suit exclaimed in excitement upon seeing Fu Yihan.

Fu Yixing’s expression darkened, and he delivered a heavy kick to the man.

Caught off guard, the man stumbled to the ground.

Fu Yihan’s icy gaze shifted from the man on the ground to Fu Yixing as he spoke with a chilly tone. "If you want to brawl, take it somewhere else. Don’t disgrace yourselves at the door."

Fu Yixing stepped back and replied with a cold smile, "You should stay out of matters that don’t concern you, unless you want trouble."

Without another glance, Fu Yihan said indifferently, "Let’s go."

Su Qingnuan quickly pushed his wheelchair forward.

Once inside, all the lights in the living room were on.

The old man paced anxiously in front of the sofa.

"Grandpa." Su Qingnuan came to a halt and greeted sweetly.

The old man looked over.

When his gaze landed on Fu Yihan, it lit up slightly.

"Yihan!" The old man jogged over and crouched down. "This time, you absolutely must help the company!"

Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow indifferently.

"What? Is the company going under?"

"Almost!" The old man slapped his thigh and pointed toward the door. "That brat took over a project and got swindled out of thirty million. The company’s cash flow was already tight, and now it’s like we’re barely scraping by."

"Isn’t that a good thing?" Fu Yihan said nonchalantly. "It’s the perfect opportunity for the employees to learn how to practice frugality."

"No, it’s not!" The old man hastily pressed down on the wheelchair, stopping Fu Yihan from moving further inside. "This is bad! If this continues, in two months, we won’t even be able to make payroll!"

"Oh?" Fu Yihan feigned surprise, looking at the old man. "You mean we can’t even pay salaries anymore?"

"Exactly!" The old man said seriously. "That’s why you absolutely have to help this time. You can’t keep being so indifferent."

Fu Yihan arched an eyebrow, a faint smile crossing his lips. He spoke with deliberate carelessness, "And what does it have to do with me? Why should I help?"

"...Because you’re my grandson!" The old man raised his voice angrily. "The Fu family business is my life’s work. As my grandson, are you just going to stand by and watch it crumble?"

Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow, about to speak, but the old man cut him off.

"I promise you this—once this crisis is resolved, I won’t bother you anymore. Deal?"

"You swear?" Fu Yihan asked.

The old man nodded firmly. "I swear!"

"Alright then." A rare smile touched Fu Yihan’s lips. "I’ll reluctantly agree to this."

"Good!" The old man straightened up and waved for the servants. "Go and move all the documents from the study desk into the Eldest Young Master’s room."

"That fast?" Fu Yihan asked, puzzled. "In such a hurry?"

"Very much so!" The old man’s eyes were full of resolve. "Tonight, I’ll stay with you until everything’s resolved."

"Forget it." Fu Yihan pushed the old man aside and sneered. "If you end up in the hospital again tomorrow, it’ll somehow turn into my fault. Just stay put."

With that, he wheeled himself forward.

Su Qingnuan hurried to catch up, taking over the wheelchair.

As they entered the elevator, Su Qingnuan glanced back.

Through the glass, she could clearly see the expectant look on the old man’s face.

It seemed the situation this time was no laughing matter.