Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire
Chapter 109: The Fickle Mr. Fu.

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: The Fickle Mr. Fu.

"Turn off the lights!"

A tense and cold voice broke out.

Su Qingnuan froze for a moment and followed the sound.

Fu Yihan was not sitting in his wheelchair but lying on the carpet near the coffee table.

His body was stained with traces of disarray, his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

"Mr. Fu... What’s going on..."

A chilling gaze swept over, and Su Qingnuan felt trapped in the gaze of a demon.

Cold, bone-piercing, and filled with despair, as if it crawled from the abyss.

Su Qingnuan couldn’t help but step back, her back hitting the cold, hardened door, making a loud bang.

"Get out!"

Bloodshot eyes surged with rage.

"Bang—"

The light dimmed, chaos was swallowed by the darkness.

"...Mr. Fu." Su Qingnuan clenched her teeth and trembled as she asked, "What happened to you?"

There was no answer; that person merged into the darkness, silent and motionless.

Su Qingnuan took a cautious step forward, her heart pounding: "Mr. Fu?"

"Boom—"

Something exploded at her feet, a hard object striking against her skin.

"Get out!"

"..."

She silently retreated to the door but didn’t leave.

Though Fu Yihan in this state was terrifying... the injured-animal-like look in his eyes was something she couldn’t forget.

She quietly sat down without speaking.

The room was filled only with his heavy breathing, one sharp intake of air after another.

When those breaths finally steadied, Su Qingnuan mustered up her courage again.

"Would you like some water? I’ll pour you a glass."

"..."

In the silence, an unusual glance was cast her way.

"I told you to get out! Do you not understand human speech?"

"But you..."

"What does it have to do with you how I am?"

"...I just care about you."

"I don’t need your pretentious concern. Leave me alone!"

Even though the lights were off, Su Qingnuan felt as if she could see the man not far away, his furrowed brows and bloodshot eyes.

She merely wanted to care for him, yet why was his attitude always so harsh?

Heat flushed her face, not out of shyness, but anger.

Angry at herself for still refusing to leave even under such circumstances.

"Mr. Fu." Su Qingnuan took a deep breath and said softly, "I only wanted to care about you, but your attitude of pushing people away is truly chilling. If you’re upset, you could have simply asked me to leave normally, rather than using such... harsh words!"

With that, Su Qingnuan opened the door and walked out.

"Bang—"

The door slammed shut behind her.

Compared to the darkness of the room, the light in the hallway felt even more stifling to Su Qingnuan.

She glanced at the light in front of her with frustration and made her way downstairs.

Searching for a bottle of water in the kitchen, Su Qingnuan held it and sat down, staring blankly at the staircase.

Now it seemed impossible to enter the room, and she could only contemplate spending the night in the living room or heading to the guest bedroom.

As Su Qingnuan was lost in her thoughts, the front door swung open.

A Qi walked in and saw Su Qingnuan sitting there, looking surprised.

"Young Madam, why are you here?"

Su Qingnuan turned her face away, hiding her reddened eyes.

"It’s nothing, I just thought the room felt stuffy, so I came out for some air."

"..."

Though her face was hidden, the grievance in her tone gave everything away.

A Qi cast a deep glance upstairs, sighing lightly.

"Young Madam, if you’re not busy, would you care to hear a story from me?"

"What kind of story?" Su Qingnuan asked in confusion.

Seeing her turn her head, A Qi smiled and sat down.

"Once, the Fu family had a gentle and obedient child. Whether it was studying or other pursuits, he excelled in everything. Handsome, too, he was adored by the elders."

Almost instantly, Su Qingnuan knew who A Qi was referring to.

After all, Fu Yihan’s stories were widely circulated in these circles, especially tales of his childhood—uniformly described as obedient, well-mannered, and highly intelligent.

"Perhaps the heavens envy perfection, for a car accident took away his ability to walk," A Qi lowered his head in silent lament. "Though he never gave up, always hoping to stand again, his dreams were ultimately defeated by reality."

Su Qingnuan froze, looking at A Qi with confusion: "What do you mean?"

A Qi glanced upstairs, his voice low: "Today, Eldest Young Master went to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor told him his legs would never recover."

"...How could that be?" Su Qingnuan’s eyes widened. "Wasn’t there still hope before?"

A Qi shook his head: "The doctor said it himself. It extinguished the last shred of hope he had."

"..."

The thought of living the rest of his life without standing again was terrifying enough for Su Qingnuan—how much worse must it have been for him, the one enduring it.

Thinking back to her defiant words earlier, a wave of regret washed over her.

If she had known his outburst was tied to the news about his legs, Su Qingnuan wouldn’t have said a single word and just let him vent all his frustrations freely.

Fidgeting with her clothes nervously, Su Qingnuan whispered tentatively: "A Qi, earlier upstairs I said some harsh words to Mr. Fu. Do you think..."

A Qi turned his head, giving her a look of hopelessness.

"Young Madam, this time there’s nothing I can do for you."

"..."

Taking a bottle of water from the fridge, Su Qingnuan tiptoed back to the room.

The room was still shrouded in darkness, silent as ever.

"Mr. Fu?" Su Qingnuan called softly.

There was no response.

She stepped gently, careful not to make a sound on the floor.

Once inside, Su Qingnuan turned on the light.

But the living room was empty; Fu Yihan was nowhere to be seen. Su Qingnuan froze briefly and looked over at a nearby room door.

The door was tightly closed, with a light still shining inside.

Su Qingnuan approached it.

"Knock knock knock—"

The door echoed her knocking, but there was no sound from within.

Su Qingnuan waited outside for a long time, but no one came to open the door.

Looking back at the mess strewn across the room, Su Qingnuan sighed and left the water aside, resigning to clean up the place.

The carpet had lost its original hue and would need replacing the next day.

Su Qingnuan moved the floorboards, tidied the table, and then grabbed a cloth to wipe its surface clean.

Looking at the table that now gleamed, Su Qingnuan wiped the sweat from her forehead and returned to the room door.

"Mr. Fu, I’ve left water outside. If you’re thirsty, please come out and take it."

Silence. No sound at all.

Su Qingnuan sighed and retreated to her own room.

Lying on her bed, Su Qingnuan kept her ears tuned to the sounds outside.

But even as she drifted off, there wasn’t a single noise.

When she woke up, daylight had already filled the room—it was the next morning.

Su Qingnuan bolted up and opened the door.

The living room had been cleaned; a fresh carpet had been placed, but Fu Yihan was nowhere to be seen.