Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire
Chapter 132 Hard Work

Chapter 132: Chapter 132 Hard Work

Su Qingnuan groggily woke up and found herself lying on a soft bed.

She leaned against the pillow, holding her head gently.

After a moment, her eyes suddenly widened.

The familiar scene before her eyes made Su Qingnuan let out a sigh of relief.

Her memory lingered on yesterday’s drinking session with strangers, and then it blacked out.

What happened afterward and how she got back were a complete blank for Su Qingnuan.

Propping herself up on her arms and sitting upright, Su Qingnuan looked down at the pajamas on her body and froze.

Who changed her into pajamas? Who brought her back?

The stinging pain in her forehead kept surging, and Su Qingnuan rubbed it while smiling bitterly.

"Knock knock knock—"

A dull knocking sound came from outside the door, prompting Su Qingnuan to get up quickly and answer the door.

The living room was empty. Glancing at Fu Yihan’s tightly shut bedroom door, Su Qingnuan opened the main door.

"Young Madam." The housekeeper stood there holding a bowl of soup, smiling warmly. "The Eldest Young Master instructed me to make sobering soup for you."

"Ah... thank you!" Su Qingnuan quickly took the soup with a polite smile.

"You’re welcome."

Su Qingnuan sat down with the soup and sipped it slowly.

After she finished drinking, the housekeeper took out a pill. "The Eldest Young Master asked me to remind you to take this."

"Huh?" Su Qingnuan paused, puzzled. "What kind of medicine is this?"

The housekeeper shook her head. "I’m not sure. The Eldest Young Master only asked me to hand it to you."

Su Qingnuan suddenly remembered that her medicine in the drawer had run out. Could this be it...

Flustered, she quickly took the medicine and swallowed it without much thought. Then she asked, "Where is the Eldest Young Master? Did he leave?"

"The Eldest Young Master went out early in the morning. He asked me to tell you not to worry when you wake up. He already arranged for leave from your company, so you may rest at home today."

"Okay."

Su Qingnuan rubbed her forehead and lay back down on the sofa, smiling weakly. "Thank you, Auntie."

"You’re too kind, Young Madam."

Having completed her task, the housekeeper left the room.

In the now silent room, Su Qingnuan lay down for a while but soon felt uneasy.

She rarely drank alcohol and wasn’t sure if there would be any after-effects from her current condition.

But for now, it seemed like everything was okay.

Returning to the bedroom and lying back down, Su Qingnuan soon drifted into a deep sleep again.

...

She was awoken by noise. Opening her eyes, Su Qingnuan listened to the heated argument outside, feeling a little at a loss.

Was Fu Yihan losing his temper? But why? She couldn’t quite make it out.

Her survival instincts told her that it was best not to go out at times like this.

However, the next moment, someone knocked on her bedroom door.

Reluctantly, Su Qingnuan got up and opened the door.

"Su Qingnuan!" Qin Chuan’s furious face confronted her, sharp eyes piercing into her. "How much longer do you intend to play dumb?"

"..." Su Qingnuan’s gaze slid past Qin Chuan and landed on Fu Yihan not far away.

Fu Yihan turned his head and met her eyes, nodding slightly. "Come out."

Lowering her head quickly, Su Qingnuan walked past Qin Chuan and quietly stood next to Fu Yihan.

"I’ve told you before, this is a complicated matter. Stop digging into it," Fu Yihan said sternly.

Pointing at Su Qingnuan, Qin Chuan frowned. "Fu Yihan, are you insane? Su Qingnuan has a congenital heart condition, and you want to marry her?"

"..."

The room fell into complete silence.

Su Qingnuan lowered her head even more, almost burying herself in the ground.

Fu Yihan didn’t speak, his deep gaze exuding a cold air.

Qin Chuan hesitated, then slumped into a chair, avoiding his gaze.

"Even if you’ve accepted Su Qingnuan for who she is, what about the patriarch? Will he accept this?" Qin Chuan suddenly asked. "Can he?"

"What does his acceptance have to do with me?" Fu Yihan retorted.

"..."

Frustrated, Qin Chuan stood up and pointed at him, his hand trembling.

"Are you seriously this ungrateful? We’re all looking out for you, and you act like nothing matters!"

Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow. "If you truly care about me, then stop burdening me with these trivial matters. Focus instead on fixing my leg."

"..." Qin Chuan fell silent.

No matter what he said, Fu Yihan always had a way of turning it around, leaving him speechless.

Glancing at the dispirited Su Qingnuan nearby, Qin Chuan huffed, "Fine! I won’t meddle in your business anymore! Do whatever you like!"

"Boom!"

The door slammed shut with a deafening noise.

Su Qingnuan slowly raised her head to look at the now trembling door frame, unable to hold back a helpless remark. "Qin Chuan seems really upset."

Fu Yihan, unfazed, let out a cold "Mm," before picking up the documents on the table and focusing on them.

Seeing his indifferent demeanor, Su Qingnuan cautiously asked, "Mr. Fu, haven’t you told Mr. Qin Chuan about our contractual marriage?"

He paused briefly, his gaze complicated as he looked at Su Qingnuan.

"Do you really want me to tell him?"

Su Qingnuan laughed awkwardly and shook her head. "Not really. I just thought, if he knew, maybe he wouldn’t be so mad."

"Smack—"

The document was closed with a snap. Without a word, Fu Yihan got up, holding the file, and headed into his room.

Su Qingnuan, left standing in confusion, watched as Fu Yihan slammed the door shut—harder than Qin Chuan had.

Did she say something wrong?

Su Qingnuan rubbed her forehead, wondering if she’d slept too long and her brain wasn’t working. She didn’t even know what she had said to upset the Eldest Young Master.

It wasn’t until dinnertime that Fu Yihan finally came out of the room.

No matter how much Su Qingnuan tried to win his favor, he showed no response.

At the dining table sat six people, each lost in their own thoughts.

Su Qingnuan occasionally glanced at Fu Yihan, trying to figure out how to appease him.

Opposite her, Jiang Keli’s gaze alternated between her and Fu Yihan.

Meanwhile, the patriarch watched Jiang Keli and Fu Yihan carefully.

The only one seriously eating appeared to be Fu Jiang.

"I’m done eating," Fu Yihan suddenly announced, setting down his chopsticks and wheeling himself away.

Seeing this, Su Qingnuan also put down her chopsticks. "I’ve finished too."

She quickly followed, trailing behind Fu Yihan.

His cold gaze fell on her as he frowned. "What are you doing?"

Su Qingnuan twisted the edge of her clothes, her voice soft. "Mr. Fu, the herbal pack from yesterday needs to be changed."

"..."

Fu Yihan said nothing, closing his eyes as he waited for the elevator to go upstairs.

Once back in the room, Su Qingnuan darted inside, fetched two herbal packs, and knelt before Fu Yihan.

"One herbal pack lasts two days and needs to be changed every other day." She explained as she deftly removed his knee support.

When the support left his knee, Fu Yihan felt a fleeting sense of loss, quickly replaced by the invading chill.

Carefully securing the new support, Su Qingnuan smiled. "Mr. Fu, next time the herbal pack is changed, I might need to give you acupuncture. What do you think..."

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