Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire
Chapter 102: Nonsensical

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Nonsensical

Back in the room, Fu Yihan went to take a shower.

Su Qingnuan sat on the sofa, and before long, someone came to knock on the door.

The door opened, and a group of people walked in carrying documents.

Soon, the table was piled high like a small mountain.

Su Qingnuan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and closed the door.

Fu Yihan came out of the bathroom and saw Su Qingnuan curiously surveying the area around the table.

"Are you out of things to do?"

Su Qingnuan turned around and saw Fu Yihan walking out in pajamas. She quickly stood up straight.

"Mr. Fu, tomorrow is the weekend, you can rest."

"Weekend?" Fu Yihan paused, pushed his wheelchair to the other side of the table, "Do whatever you want, just don’t bother me here."

"Okay."

There was a spherical lamp on the small desk in his room. At the moment, Fu Yihan had only turned on that lamp.

From the living room, it emitted a warm yellow glow.

Su Qingnuan tidied up briefly and then went to bed to rest.

She had a dream.

In the dream, she became a young apprentice, constantly weaving through the crowd, with everyone trying to catch her and eat her up.

She kept running, yet the darkness in the dream was relentlessly pursuing her, leaving her no escape.

Just when Su Qingnuan thought she was about to be grabbed by the hands in the darkness, a string of coughs pulled her out of the dream.

Groggily sitting up, Su Qingnuan was a bit dazed.

The coughing sound came from outside. When she went to sleep, she hadn’t shut the door properly, so it was half-open, making the coughing sound particularly clear.

Glancing at the glowing green alarm clock, it was already 3 a.m.

Could it be that Fu Yihan hadn’t slept at all?

Su Qingnuan closed the door tightly and lay back down.

In the quiet room, only her heavy breathing could be heard.

Yet in such a peaceful environment, Su Qingnuan found she couldn’t fall asleep.

With no other choice, she sat up, opened the door quietly, and walked out softly.

The warm yellow light was still there, and the coughing sound appeared intermittently.

She had always heard from the old master that Fu Yihan’s health wasn’t that great. If he kept on like this, wouldn’t it lead to trouble?

Thinking about this, Su Qingnuan couldn’t control her steps and slowly moved towards the doorway.

She was wearing cotton slippers, walking so lightly and silently.

Yet even so, at the moment Su Qingnuan approached the doorframe, a voice suddenly came from inside the room.

"What are you doing up in the middle of the night?"

Su Qingnuan froze slightly, cautiously peeking in.

Fu Yihan was sitting at the desk, his sharp gaze fixed on the direction of the door.

Making eye contact, Su Qingnuan quickly withdrew her gaze.

"Mr. Fu, it’s already three o’clock..." Su Qingnuan said in a low voice.

Staring blankly at her for a moment, Fu Yihan withdrew his gaze.

"I know," he said.

Looking up again, the person had already returned to his work.

The atmosphere felt a bit awkward.

Su Qingnuan fiddled with the doorframe and thought for a long time before finally speaking.

"Are you hungry?"

The sound of typing on the keyboard stopped, and Fu Yihan looked up.

Su Qingnuan quickly stood up straight and smiled, "I can make some simple home-cooked dishes, or would you like some porridge?"

Staring at her for a long time, just as Su Qingnuan was feeling awkward and wanted to retreat, Fu Yihan withdrew his gaze.

"Can you make noodles?" Fu Yihan asked.

Su Qingnuan was startled, then nodded, "I can."

"Make me a bowl of noodles."

"Okay!"

Su Qingnuan turned around lightly and left the room.

She ran down to the kitchen, found the ingredients, and happily began cooking noodles.

The process of making noodles wasn’t complicated, but the tricky part was the seasoning.

In this aspect, Su Qingnuan wasn’t particularly good, but it wasn’t bad either.

It took more than ten minutes to finish cooking the noodles.

Su Qingnuan carefully carried the noodles upstairs.

...

His eyes blurred, and Fu Yihan rubbed his forehead and looked away.

Suddenly, the smell of something delicious wafted into his nose, and Fu Yihan looked up.

Su Qingnuan, illuminated by the light, cautiously walked over holding a bowl of noodles.

"Mr. Fu, I didn’t add any chili. Please try it and see if it suits your taste."

She placed the bowl and chopsticks down, looking expectantly at Fu Yihan.

That bright, sparkling gaze was akin to a puppy looking at something it liked to eat.

"Mr. Fu?" Su Qingnuan looked quizzically at the person across the table, "Were you just smiling?"

Fu Yihan was slightly stunned, quickly adjusted his expression, and lowered his head to pick up the chopsticks.

"No."

The cold tone, it didn’t seem like an illusion.

Su Qingnuan scratched her head, thinking helplessly, was it just her imagination earlier?

Fu Yihan held the chopsticks, eating the noodles unhurriedly.

Clearly just an ordinary dish, yet in his hands, it took on the feel of high-end Italian cuisine.

"Is it good?" Su Qingnuan asked expectantly.

Fu Yihan glanced up, casting a cold look at her, "It’s edible."

"..."

This was probably a rather polite comment.

Su Qingnuan sighed softly, "Is there something missing in the taste? I’ll improve it next time."

Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow, putting down the chopsticks.

"Are you hoping I stay up again next time?"

"No..." Su Qingnuan quickly explained, "I meant, next time there’s a chance to cook noodles, not hoping you stay up late!"

"Hmph!"

After a cold snort, Fu Yihan’s gaze landed on Su Qingnuan, scrutinizing her, "Not sleeping in the middle of the night?"

"Ah..." Su Qingnuan chuckled lightly, "I had a nightmare and woke up."

"A nightmare?"

"Mm."

Looking at her familiar smile, Fu Yihan’s lips turned down slightly.

"Can’t sleep?" he asked.

Su Qingnuan smiled wryly and nodded, "I’m a light sleeper, once I’m up in the middle of the night, I can’t go back to sleep."

"Alright." Fu Yihan withdrew his gaze and handed the documents beside him to Su Qingnuan, "Since you can’t sleep, help me organize these documents."

".....Okay."

Taking the documents, Su Qingnuan sat down across.

After looking through a few pages, Su Qingnuan raised her head in confusion, looking at the person across.

Fu Yihan had resumed his work, not looking up.

"What?" he asked.

Su Qingnuan whispered, "Mr. Fu, these are documents from your own company, right?"

"Mm." Fu Yihan nonchalantly said, "Categorize those documents. Such a simple task doesn’t need me to teach you, right?"

"No need, no need!" Su Qingnuan laughed, "I can do it myself."

"Then do it, stop staring at me."

".....Oh."

Withdrawing her gaze, Su Qingnuan focused more intently on the documents in her hands.

These documents, while not confidential, were not often seen in other companies.

By entrusting these documents to Su Qingnuan for categorization, it was indirectly a sign of trust from Fu Yihan. In any case, Su Qingnuan couldn’t let Fu Yihan down.

Under the dim light, the only sound was the turning of papers.

At the not-too-big, not-too-small desk, the two people sat with serious expressions focused on the table.

The gentle sound of rain outside, accompanied by the wind, couldn’t breach the quietness of this room.

The tranquility of the atmosphere permeated the air.

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