Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire
Chapter 46 Drinking Wine

Chapter 46: Chapter 46 Drinking Wine

Everyone was watching them.

Standing or seated, almost no one in the private room looked away from the two of them.

Su Qingnuan tightened her grip on the handle, her lips curving slightly as she maintained a polite smile. She pushed Fu Yihan and walked over to Fu Jia’s side in the distance.

"You’re here." Fu Jia smiled faintly at them. "These are all family relatives, Yue Rou, there’s no need to be so reserved."

Looking around, there were at least thirty people. So many relatives?

A trace of doubt flickered in her eyes, but Su Qingnuan smiled and nodded. "Yes, I understand."

"Mm. Yihan, take Yue Rou over to meet your younger siblings and cousins."

Fu Yihan glanced at him but did not move.

Fu Jia’s eyebrows raised slightly, his expression tightening.

"Yihan, isn’t Qin over there? Aren’t you going to her?" Fu Jia added.

Fu Yihan’s expression finally shifted; he lifted his eyes indifferently and said, "Going there."

Su Qingnuan followed his gaze and decisively pushed him in that direction.

As they passed, people greeted Fu Yihan, but he only nodded faintly, which seemed to count as a greeting. He did not appear warm.

Even so, some people still came over.

As they drew closer, Su Qingnuan noticed that earlier Fu Jia was now secretly chatting with a girl in a corner.

"Fu Jia." Fu Yihan called out.

Fu Jia turned his head and, upon seeing Fu Yihan, hurriedly straightened up.

"Cousin."

Fu Yihan did not reply, his gaze landing on the girl, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "What were you saying to Qin again?"

"N-nothing..." Fu Jia scratched his head and looked away. "Didn’t say anything."

Qin cast him a glance and let out a cold snort.

"Qin." Fu Yihan frowned. "Come here."

Qin’s expression mirrored Fu Yihan’s almost exactly.

She walked closer and stood beside Fu Yihan. Su Qingnuan observed that the two of them strikingly resembled each other.

"This is your sister-in-law." Fu Yihan gestured toward Su Qingnuan.

Qin raised an eyebrow, her gaze scanning up and down Su Qingnuan’s figure.

That kind of look was not unfamiliar. Su Qingnuan straightened up, her lips maintaining the same gentle smile.

"Ha! Fake!"

"..."

Qin turned away disdainfully. "Someone like her isn’t even as good as Xiaoyuan."

Fu Jia tugged Qin’s sleeve.

She impatiently shook him off, frowning. "What are you doing? Can’t you see I’m talking?"

"....." Fu Jia pointed at Fu Yihan with a face full of fear.

Qin froze slightly, then slowly turned back.

Fu Yihan’s icy gaze, sharp as piercing winter winds, chilled Qin until she didn’t know how to respond.

"Qin, have you forgotten what I told you?"

His voice was cold, tinged with an oppressive authority.

Qin lowered her head and muttered quietly. "I remember...."

Looking down at the top of her head, Fu Yihan sneered faintly. "Qin, the affection the old master shows you is not something to be used recklessly against me."

Uneasy, Qin walked over nervously, grabbed Fu Yihan’s sleeve, and whispered, "Cousin... I realize my mistake now. In the future, I won’t speak carelessly anymore."

After a brief glance at her, Fu Yihan withdrew his gaze. "Simply admitting your mistake isn’t enough. Prove it through your actions."

Fu Yihan maneuvered his wheelchair to turn away, facing his back to Qin. "If this happens again, you might as well stop coming to the Fu family gatherings."

"Cousin!" Qin stomped her foot in frustration.

But Fu Yihan showed no leniency and left resolutely.

Su Qingnuan hurried to follow him, accompanying Fu Yihan back to Fu Jia’s side.

Seeing them return so soon, Fu Jia chuckled. "Did you greet your aunt?"

"Mm."

He responded quickly—so quickly that Su Qingnuan had no chance to speak before being overshadowed.

Stealing a glance at Fu Yihan’s cold profile, Su Qingnuan dared not utter a word further.

The two stood quietly like mere decorations beside Fu Jia, resembling two lifelike sculptures.

People who greeted them were mostly distant relatives.

Earlier, Fu Jia had publicly announced Su Qingnuan’s identity. This gathering was aimed at introducing Su Qingnuan to the inner circle of the Fu family.

Fu Jia’s gesture deeply touched Su Qingnuan.

When the meal was served, Su Qingnuan and Fu Yihan held their wine glasses and began to toast each table, moving forward in turn.

Su Qingnuan wasn’t good at drinking, but fortunately, her relatives didn’t make things difficult for her. After finishing the first table, she only took a small sip and didn’t encounter any trouble.

At the second table, she drank slightly more.

By the third table, Su Qingnuan glimpsed from the corner of her eye that Fu Yihan was secretly tipping his wine glass slightly to pour out half of the drink.

Fu Yihan raised his eyes and met Su Qingnuan’s gaze directly.

Frowning slightly, Fu Yihan reached out, took Su Qingnuan’s wine glass, poured out half of its contents too, and returned it to her hand.

Su Qingnuan looked at him dazed, unsure of what he meant.

"Finally here!" A deep, booming voice snapped Su Qingnuan out of her thoughts.

A tall and strapping man stood up, his face beaming with a cheerful smile.

"Yihan, your uncle has been waiting for you to get married!" The man raised an oversized wine glass enthusiastically. "Tonight, your uncle won’t leave unless he’s drunk!"

"...Mm."

"You too!" The man pointed at Fu Yihan’s wine glass assertively. "You must down this glass for me."

Fu Yihan arched a brow, his expression calm. "Alright."

It was only at that moment that Su Qingnuan realized why Fu Yihan had acted as he did earlier.

The two clinked glasses and then finished their drinks in one go.

Uncle still didn’t seem satisfied and grabbed Fu Yihan to drink more.

The woman sitting beside him finally couldn’t take it anymore and tugged him down. "That’s enough! There are still so many relatives here. Wait until the toasts are over before you start again."

"Fine!" The man waved his hand grandly. "Go ahead."

The crowd hurried Fu Yihan on to the next table.

Looking at her empty glass, Su Qingnuan couldn’t help but feel relieved. Fortunately, Fu Yihan had poured out some of her wine earlier; otherwise, it would’ve been problematic now.

After circulating through several tables, Su Qingnuan had taken two or three sips of wine.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and Su Qingnuan knew she couldn’t drink any further.

However, enthusiastic relatives inevitably came over. These relatives naturally knew that Fu Yihan couldn’t drink much, so the wine naturally fell to Su Qingnuan’s share.

Clinging to the last threads of her rationality, Su Qingnuan gripped Fu Yihan’s wheelchair handle and whispered, "Mr. Fu, I can’t drink anymore...."

Fu Yihan raised his eyes and noticed Su Qingnuan’s pale complexion beneath her makeup. His brows furrowed lightly.

"Aqi."

"Here."

Fu Yihan glanced at the person leaning against him. "Take her to the adjoining room to rest."

"Understood."

Under Fu Yihan’s cover, Su Qingnuan was escorted next door.

As soon as she saw the sofa, Su Qingnuan collapsed onto it without hesitation.

Seeing this, Aqi said softly, "Young Madam, please rest for a while. Once the banquet is over, we’ll come back to escort you."

Su Qingnuan waved her hand, signaling him to leave.

The door was shut, and darkness enveloped the room, prompting Su Qingnuan to close her eyes.