Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire
Chapter 138 Mr. Fu When He’s Idle

Chapter 138: Chapter 138 Mr. Fu When He’s Idle

"Alright, if you’ve got nothing else to do, stop slacking off here. You can go now."

"Huh?" Su Qingnuan froze for a moment, confused, and asked, "Mr. Fu, didn’t you call me to the office because I thought..."

"Thought what?" Fu Yihan frowned. "Wasn’t what I just said clear enough?"

What did he just say? Other than scolding her earlier, did he mention anything else?

Su Qingnuan was utterly puzzled, staring at Fu Yihan’s expression with even more confusion.

"Can’t remember?" Fu Yihan slightly furrowed his brows, turning around indifferently. "If you can’t remember, go back and think about it slowly. I have work to do."

Great, that was clearly a dismissal.

"Alright..."

Su Qingnuan left, while Fu Yihan casually tossed A-Qi’s phone onto the sofa and turned back into the room.

...

"Eh? Back already?" Noticing Su Qingnuan’s dejected expression, Gu Xiaoxiao asked curiously, "What’s wrong with you?"

Su Qingnuan looked at Gu Xiaoxiao with suspicion. "Xiaoxiao, do you think I have a harsh way of speaking?"

"Huh?" Gu Xiaoxiao frowned. "If even you sound harsh when speaking, then I’ve never met anyone who sounds pleasant."

"..."

She was always kind to everyone and had never encountered someone as hard to please as Fu Yihan.

"Sigh..." Su Qingnuan let out a long sigh, exasperated. "Then why do I always manage to anger Mr. Fu?"

"Your guy?" Gu Xiaoxiao teased.

Su Qingnuan nodded, resting her chin on her hand with a look of helplessness. "These past few days, I’ve been realizing that no matter what I say, I somehow end up making him angry."

The key problem is, she couldn’t even figure out the reason.

At the thought of this, Su Qingnuan felt somewhat defeated.

Seeing her frustrated expression, Gu Xiaoxiao chuckled and said, "From what I see, he’s not mad. He’s jealous."

"Don’t joke around."

With her relationship with Fu Yihan, how could he possibly be jealous?

Su Qingnuan sat down and leaned on Gu Xiaoxiao. "When he used to get mad, I’d make him soup. It worked at first, but recently, it doesn’t seem to help."

"Stopped working already?" Gu Xiaoxiao’s grin widened as she stared at her. "Or maybe your guy wants something else?"

"Something else?" Su Qingnuan asked in confusion. "What else?"

Gu Xiaoxiao beckoned her closer with a curl of her finger and whispered, "Come here. Let me teach you."

Su Qingnuan leaned closer.

"Maybe your guy just wants you to take the initiative to keep him company?"

"Take the initiative to keep him company?" Su Qingnuan frowned and shook her head. "Impossible. If he really..."

"There’s no such thing as ’impossible’!" Gu Xiaoxiao interrupted with a tone of frustrated exasperation. "Don’t dismiss my suggestion first. Just try it tonight. If your guy isn’t satisfied, then it’s not what I thought."

"Are you sure?" Su Qingnuan regarded Gu Xiaoxiao skeptically.

Gu Xiaoxiao nodded firmly. "Positive."

"...Alright then." Su Qingnuan nodded reluctantly. "I’ll give it a try."

After all, at this point, she didn’t have any better ideas.

"Alright... here’s what you’ll do when you get back tonight..."

...

Su Qingnuan sat on the sofa, her gaze flickering with uncertainty.

At this moment, the Fu family’s living room was quiet. There was no sight of the old man, no Fu Yihan, and certainly no annoying Fu Yixing.

In such a tranquil environment, Su Qingnuan should have felt at ease, but reality was quite the opposite.

She was restless, constantly glancing toward the door.

Fu Yihan still hadn’t returned.

It was already 8 p.m. For him to still be out at this hour was quite unusual.

Su Qingnuan picked up her phone and dialed Fu Yihan’s number.

But no one answered on the other end.

Still angry?

Su Qingnuan furrowed her brows slightly and put the phone down.

"Yuerou, why are you sitting in the living room by yourself?"

The old man entered and noticed Su Qingnuan sitting there holding her phone. "Where’s Yihan?" he asked curiously.

"Ah..." Su Qingnuan forced a smile. "Yihan’s still out. He hasn’t returned yet."

"Still not back so late?" The old man frowned disapprovingly as he pulled out his phone.

"Hey! Grandpa!" Su Qingnuan quickly stopped the old man. "A-Qi is with him. It’s fine."

"..."

Putting his phone away slowly, the old man’s frown didn’t relax. "I know you care about him, but you can’t indulge him endlessly, alright?"

"I understand, Grandpa."

The old man nodded and went back to his room.

Su Qingnuan let out a sigh of relief and went upstairs to wait in her room.

However, even as the night grew quiet, there was still no sign of Fu Yihan.

Su Qingnuan leaned against the sofa and fell into a groggy sleep.

In her dreams, it seemed like someone was calling her, but the voice was faint.

For a brief moment, she felt it, but soon, she sank back into her slumber.

...

"Go grab a blanket," Fu Yihan said in a low voice.

A-Qi nodded and turned into the room.

It was already 1 a.m. when Fu Yihan returned home. He thought everyone would already be sleeping.

But upon entering the house, he found one exception remaining in the living room.

Looking at Su Qingnuan’s rosy little face, Fu Yihan’s lips couldn’t help but curve upward slightly.

She was already this tired, so why wasn’t she resting in her room? What was she doing sleeping on the sofa?

He had called out several times earlier, but she didn’t wake up.

Who knows what this girl was thinking?

"Eldest Young Master, the blanket."

Taking the blanket from A-Qi, Fu Yihan draped it over Su Qingnuan.

"You can go rest now," Fu Yihan said.

Hearing the soft click of the door closing, Fu Yihan moved his wheelchair, turning off the lights.

The only light left in the living room was a small lamp by the sofa. Its warm glow illuminated Su Qingnuan’s sleeping face, creating a particularly cozy scene.

At moments like these, the sound of a wheelchair’s wheels rumbling on the floor felt especially irksome.

Fu Yihan sat still, two meters away, quietly gazing at Su Qingnuan.

He didn’t know when it started, but there was always this little girl by his side, constantly attuned to his mood. Even if her gaze carried a hint of fear, it didn’t diminish the feelings her presence stirred in him.

"Mmm—"

A soft hum escaped her lips, and the once-soundly sleeping girl slowly opened her eyes.

"Mr. Fu?" Su Qingnuan rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up. "You’re back?"

"Mm." Fu Yihan nodded. "Why didn’t you go back to your room to sleep?"

Lowering her gaze, Su Qingnuan noticed the blanket covering her and smiled sheepishly. "I was waiting for you. I must have dozed off without realizing."

"Waiting for me?" Fu Yihan asked, not too pleased. "If you were going to wait, you could have done so in your room. Sleeping on the sofa in this weather, are you trying to get sick?"

"...I didn’t do it on purpose." Su Qingnuan rubbed her forehead and said helplessly, "I was just waiting and waiting... then I fell asleep. I didn’t even realize."

Seeing her innocent expression, Fu Yihan sighed inwardly.

"Forget it. What were you waiting for me for?"

"Ah!" Su Qingnuan suddenly remembered and got up quickly. "I prepared a gift for you!"

"A gift? For me?" Fu Yihan looked at her doubtfully. "It’s not a holiday or anything, so why a gift?"

Su Qingnuan’s lips curled into a mysterious smile. "Just wait, Mr. Fu."