Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire
Chapter 44 No Reason

Chapter 44: Chapter 44 No Reason

"Why?" Su Qingnuan asked softly.

Cold eyes fell on her, and Fu Yihan sneered, "You’re the young mistress now. What kind of young mistress runs around the kitchen every day?"

"..."

But this was her only joy.....

Raging inside, her face remained calm.

"I understand," Su Qingnuan conceded. "I won’t do it again."

He said nothing, turned his back, leaving her with a cold silhouette.

Soon, the dining table was full.

As the chopsticks lightly tapped the tableware, Su Qingnuan knew all that was expected was for her to eat quietly.

"Grandpa," Fu Yixing furrowed his brows, looking aggrievedly at the old master, "Your grandson was bullied outside. You can’t ignore it, can you?"

"Bullied?" The old master chuckled, "With your personality, it’s a marvel you’re not the one bullying others. Who dares bully you?"

"Of course someone dares!" Fu Yixing glanced faintly at Fu Yihan across the table. "Just a few days ago, the Wu family’s young master was kidnapped and vanished completely, leaving his family frantic. When he was finally found, he’d been beaten so badly he ended up in the hospital."

"Oh?" The old master, surprised, put down his chopsticks and looked at Fu Yixing seriously. "Did you find out who did it?"

"No!" Fu Yixing gritted his teeth. "We couldn’t trace who was behind that incident, but today someone came to the company and smashed everything on my desk! After investigating, I found out that it was people from the Wu family’s young master."

"What does that mean?" The old master frowned. "Were you the one who kidnapped him?"

"How could I be?" Fu Yixing laughed. "Even if you lent me the courage, I wouldn’t dare kidnap the Wu family’s young master!"

He glanced at Fu Yihan, a sly smile creeping on his face, "But the Wu family coming after me clearly implies I’m somehow connected to the one who kidnapped him!"

"..."

The old master looked at Fu Yihan, hesitating to speak.

"Don’t look at me." Under their gaze, Fu Yihan slowly set down his chopsticks, unaffected. "I arranged it."

"What did the Wu family’s young master do to provoke you?" The old master frowned, caution lacing his voice, "Don’t forget we still have business with the Wu family. Don’t stir up any unnecessary trouble!"

"It’s nothing to worry about." Fu Yihan turned away, his cold eyes devoid of emotion. "I will handle this myself."

With that, he looked toward Su Qingnuan.

Focused on eating, Su Qingnuan suddenly felt a suffocating pressure and looked back.

"Take me upstairs," Fu Yihan said.

"....."

Hastily putting down her chopsticks, Su Qingnuan rose and pushed Fu Yihan toward the exit.

"Yihan!" The old master stood up, speaking helplessly, "You’ve barely eaten anything. We were only discussing the situation, not blaming you!"

His expression remained cold, and he said nothing.

In the elevator, Su Qingnuan noticed his sullen expression and tentatively said, "Actually, Grandpa is just worried about you..."

A sharp, blade-like gaze suddenly turned on her, and she froze.

"Don’t meddle in things that don’t concern you."

Once again, the same cold and ruthless demeanor.

"...Yes."

After escorting him to his room, Su Qingnuan turned to leave.

"Where are you going?"

She paused mid-step and turned around, "To eat. I haven’t finished my meal yet."

"..." Fu Yihan stared at her, his brows slightly furrowed.

Under the weight of his intense gaze, Su Qingnuan slowly retreated, sitting obediently on the sofa with her head lowered.

For a long moment, something suddenly flew toward her and landed on her lap.

"This is..."

Picking up the phone, Su Qingnuan cast a puzzled glance at Fu Yihan.

"Order takeout."

"..."

"No sweets. No cilantro. No....."

The list of preferences was unexpectedly long....

"Um....." Su Qingnuan looked up from the phone, awkwardly smiling, "The password....."

"Password?" Fu Yihan turned toward Ah Qi.

"123456."

"..."

Is this really his phone?

Following Fu Yihan’s instructions, Su Qingnuan ordered a few dishes and handed the phone back to him.

He took the phone and casually stuffed it into his pocket, radiating indifference.

Not someone who enjoys using phones, it was likely Ah Qi who downloaded all those food delivery apps for him.

Retracting her gaze, Su Qingnuan stared longingly at the fortune cat figurine on the desk.

As time ticked by, the fortune cat’s paw had waved over thirty times.

The awkward tension spread endlessly.

She remained silent, the man across from her said nothing, and the person standing nearby didn’t speak either.

In this way, the enormous room was left in utter silence.

"Ah Qi, go to the study and fetch the young mistress’s books," Fu Yihan suddenly said.

"Understood."

Watching Ah Qi’s departing figure, Su Qingnuan pursed her lips in frustration.

"Got something to say?" Fu Yihan asked.

"N-no..... nothing!" Su Qingnuan quickly looked away, lowering her head.

Seeing her pitiful demeanor, Fu Yihan couldn’t resist a cold laugh, "If you’ve got something to say, say it. Being hesitant and squeamish isn’t welcome here."

"..." Su Qingnuan brushed aside a loose strand of hair, tucking it behind her ear. "I really don’t have anything to say, it’s just..... just that the books seem a bit much."

"Heh!"

Why the sneer?

She cautiously raised her eyes, only to meet his cold gaze—though now, there was a trace of ridicule hidden within.

"Knock knock knock——"

The sound of knocking on the door broke the silence. Su Qingnuan immediately stood, but the sight arrested her in place.

"Young mistress, please move aside," Ah Qi said, his eyebrows furrowed in discomfort.

"...Are all these to be read?" Su Qingnuan stared in shock at the stack of books, nearly half her height.

"Yes." Fu Yihan fiddled with his watch, and the corner of his lips barely lifted. "I added some etiquette books for you as well. As the young mistress of the Fu family, you should familiarize yourself with our customs and protocols."

"...Our Su family is also considered a prominent household." Su Qingnuan carefully responded.

"Not enough."

"..."

With a loud "thud," the stack of books hit the floor, dragging Su Qingnuan’s mood down with it.

...

When the takeout arrived, Su Qingnuan was engrossed in the books, with Fu Yihan supervising nearby.

The enticing aroma wafted in, causing Su Qingnuan to swallow unconsciously as her gaze drifted toward the table.

Following her line of sight, Fu Yihan coughed lightly.

She straightened immediately and stared seriously at the textbook.

"Enough." Fu Yihan shot her a cold glance. "Go eat."

As her body prepared to leap up, it hesitated. Slowly, she rose and gracefully walked to the sofa to sit down.

Her movements, in the eyes of the man across from her, were met with a cold glance, no different from any other.

Regarding etiquette, the Su family had raised its children with impeccable manners, so Su Qingnuan’s posture was exemplary. Yet, her peculiar quirks were intolerable to others.

"No need for that in front of me."

"Hmm?" Su Qingnuan looked at Fu Yihan in confusion.

He paused momentarily, then said nothing more.

The words, fleeting as a breeze, drifted away.