Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire
Chapter 124 Homemade Knee Pads

Chapter 124: Chapter 124 Homemade Knee Pads

"Yes."

With the knee brace folded and put away, A Qi said respectfully, "As per your instructions, Eldest Young Master, the arrangements at the company have been made. When the Young Madam joins the R&D department later, there will be someone we selected to guide her."

"Hmm," Fu Yihan nonchalantly withdrew his gaze. "You’re so kind—why don’t you just go help her with her internship directly?"

"..."

A Qi fell silent.

The air in the room froze for a moment.

Soon, Fu Yihan reined in his expression and turned away. "Don’t bother me with these kinds of things anymore."

"Understood."

Watching Fu Yihan enter his room, A Qi lowered his gaze to the knee brace in his hand and sighed softly.

What would it take for someone as prickly as Fu Yihan to truly accept goodwill from others?

...

At dawn, Su Qingnuan had gotten up early and was unsurprised to see Fu Yihan.

"Mr. Fu." Su Qingnuan’s smile was exceptionally bright. "How’s the knee brace working for you?"

Faced with his cold glare, Su Qingnuan’s smile remained unchanged as she continued, "If it doesn’t work well, I can make you a new one."

With that, Su Qingnuan pulled out a newly crafted knee brace and handed it over.

For a fleeting moment, a look of surprise flashed in his deep-set eyes. He glanced at the knee brace in her hand—it was quite different from those available in the market, with an extra layer added.

It was obvious she’d made it herself.

Fu Yihan’s intense gaze settled on Su Qingnuan, and with a conflicted expression, he asked, "You made this last night?"

"Yep." Su Qingnuan squatted down with a smile. "But this has a medicinal pouch added, which is a bit complicated. How about I help you put it on, Mr. Fu?"

Her eyes glimmered brightly, as if all her hopes for a cure were invested in that knee brace.

Frowning slightly, Fu Yihan stared at her in silence.

After a long moment, he turned his head away and said in a low voice, "Fine, put it on."

Su Qingnuan’s smile paused for a second before she looked at him in pleasant surprise.

She had only asked tentatively, without expecting much, but he’d actually agreed directly.

Hurriedly squatting down, Su Qingnuan carefully rolled up his pant leg.

As she did so, Fu Yihan kept his eyes fixed on Su Qingnuan.

Her expression remained unchanged; she calmly and naturally faced the mottled scars.

Her movements were incredibly gentle—as if, if not for the slight pressure she used to secure the straps, Fu Yihan wouldn’t even have felt her doing anything.

"Feel anything?" Su Qingnuan asked expectantly, lifting her head to meet Fu Yihan’s gaze.

He froze slightly, paused, and then replied, "Cool."

"That’s exactly right." Su Qingnuan chuckled lightly. "After a while, it might get warm—Mr. Fu, you’ll have to bear with it."

"Hmm."

Su Qingnuan stood up, her expression radiating happiness.

Fu Yihan glanced at her and asked slowly, "So happy?"

"Yes." Su Qingnuan squinted slightly, her smile soft. "If I can help Mr. Fu recover, that would be a great merit on my part."

As if it would be that easy...

Fu Yihan withdrew his gaze and did not continue the topic.

The two of them left the room, hearing the chaotic noises coming from downstairs.

The room’s soundproofing was excellent; they hadn’t realized preparations for the evening’s banquet were already underway downstairs.

Stealing a glance at Fu Yihan, Su Qingnuan asked in a quiet voice, "Mr. Fu, will you be attending tonight’s banquet?"

Fu Yihan curled his lips into a sneer and said disdainfully, "Why wouldn’t I attend?"

If he didn’t attend the banquet held at his own home, word would spread—and some people would surely find it amusing.

"Then I..." Su Qingnuan hesitated.

Fu Yihan turned to her, his cold gaze sweeping over her.

"You’re the Young Madam of the house—how could you not attend?"

She had suspected as much. Luckily, she was prepared.

"Alright, I understand."

They descended the stairs to find the Old Master sitting in the living room with a frustrated expression, watching Fu Yixing bustling around.

Seeing Fu Yihan coming downstairs, the Old Master hurriedly walked over.

"Yihan, look at what your brother’s been up to. Do you really have nothing to say?"

"Say what?" Fu Yihan sneered. "Isn’t this all your doing?"

"...."

Fu Yihan’s retort silenced the Old Master, whose expression darkened.

"We only wanted to give him an opportunity for growth. After all, he’s your brother, and besides, you..."

"You said it had nothing to do with me." Cutting him off coldly, Fu Yihan furrowed his brow and said, "I’m going to eat now."

With that, Su Qingnuan pushed Fu Yihan toward the dining room.

Because of the banquet preparations, the kitchen was in chaos—breakfast had been hastily put together.

Su Qingnuan didn’t mind; she ate whatever was available.

However, the Eldest Young Master’s expression grew noticeably unhappy.

The kitchen staff, passing by, lowered their heads in fear, worried Fu Yihan might say something.

Once her stomach was full, Su Qingnuan looked up to find that Fu Yihan had barely touched his meal and was staring at her thoughtfully.

Su Qingnuan froze briefly, puzzled. "Mr. Fu?"

Leisurely withdrawing his gaze, Fu Yihan asked, "Finished eating?"

"Yes."

"Let’s go."

Su Qingnuan rose and pushed Fu Yihan toward the elevator.

"Who said we’re going upstairs?" Fu Yihan snapped coldly.

Halting her steps, Su Qingnuan looked at him with confusion.

Frowning slightly, Fu Yihan pointed toward the door.

"Oh, right."

Changing direction, Su Qingnuan pushed Fu Yihan outside.

Just as they approached the door, they ran into Fu Yixing, who was carrying things back inside.

Spotting them, Fu Yixing’s smile broadened triumphantly. "Brother, where are you headed? Don’t forget there’s a banquet later at home."

Glancing at him indifferently, Fu Yihan said nothing.

Su Qingnuan kept her head down, continuing forward.

"Hey!" Fu Yixing blocked their path, pretending to look distressed. "You know, if you’re absent as the eldest brother, I’ll be in a tough spot tonight."

"Tough spot for what?" Fu Yihan laughed coldly. "More like worried I’ll steal your thunder, which would make things tough for you."

"...."

Fu Yixing’s smile stiffened; he laughed awkwardly and said, "Come on, Brother, we’re family. Why would I care about things like that?"

"Not care?" Fu Yihan’s smile grew colder. "Then you can go have fun elsewhere today—I’ll host the banquet."

"...."

The smile vanished completely from Fu Yixing’s face, and he glared at Fu Yihan, furrowing his brow. "Fu Yihan, you really don’t know your place."

Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow. "Oh? No more ’Brother’ now?"

"I never wanted to call you that. If not for the Old Man’s sake, do you think I’d bother?"

With that, Fu Yixing brushed past them, clutching his belongings as he strode inside.

As he passed Su Qingnuan, he deliberately bumped her shoulder.

Caught off guard, Su Qingnuan staggered sideways, causing Fu Yihan’s wheelchair to tilt slightly.

Fu Yihan turned to stare at Su Qingnuan, his expression shadowed.

Su Qingnuan hurriedly steadied herself, pushing Fu Yihan forward again.

The atmosphere grew heavy as Fu Yihan got into the car, and Su Qingnuan quickly climbed in after him.

"Mr. Fu, where are we headed?" Su Qingnuan asked softly.

Staring out at the scenery beyond the window, Fu Yihan didn’t answer.

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