Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire
Chapter 47: Bedtime Milk

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Bedtime Milk

Her heart pounded furiously, as if it were the one intoxicated.

The powerful rhythm was like a dance that accompanied life itself.

Su Qingyun hadn’t felt so deeply alive for a very long time.

She clutched her chest, her body slowly curling inward.

She had no idea how long she had been asleep in the darkness. When her consciousness cleared again, all she felt was an icy chill throughout her body.

Rubbing her arms for warmth, Su Qingyun slowly got to her feet.

The silent room gave her a brief sense of disorientation. Soon enough, Su Qingyun gathered herself and stood up.

The earlier sensation of her thundering heartbeat had gradually faded away.

Glancing with a touch of longing at the spot near her chest, Su Qingyun walked toward the door.

"Did you see that person?" A clear voice called out from outside the door.

Su Qingyun’s hand, which was holding the doorknob, halted abruptly and slowly pulled back.

"Didn’t see her! Why? Are you looking for her?"

A familiar voice spun through her mind, and Su Qingyun instantly realized who it belonged to.

Fu Jia! Fu Yihan’s cousin.

"Of course! If it weren’t for her, Xiaoyuan would already be my sister-in-law! I can’t stand her!"

Was this... Fu Qin?

"You’d better not stir up trouble," Fu Jia said, his tone laced with helplessness. "Cousin has already said his piece. If you pull something else, he’ll probably lose his temper."

"Hmph! He hasn’t exactly been short-tempered for just a day or two. With Grandpa here, he wouldn’t dare do anything to me anyway!" Fu Qin said smugly.

"You..." Fu Jia began, but stopped mid-sentence.

"Enough with the chatter! Hurry up and find her for me! I’m going to check the bathroom!"

"Fine, fine."

Listening to the departing footsteps, Su Qingyun reached out and locked the door, then returned to the sofa to sit down.

The cocky young woman was none other than Fu Yihan’s uncle’s only daughter. No matter how justified Su Qingyun was in her stance, she couldn’t possibly win against the large Fu family.

If she couldn’t provoke them, she could surely avoid them, right?

With this thought in mind, Su Qingyun lay back down and started playing on her phone.

Time ticked by, minute after minute. During this, someone knocked on the door more than once, but Su Qingyun ignored it completely.

It wasn’t until Fu Yihan’s icy voice sounded from outside the door that Su Qingyun hurriedly leapt up and went to unlock the door.

Standing at the door, Fu Yihan wasn’t looking pleased.

Su Qingyun scratched her head and said apologetically, "I fell asleep."

"Hmm." Fu Yihan shifted his gaze away and turned to leave, saying, "Let’s go. The gathering is over."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyun couldn’t help but smile.

Noticing her expression from the corner of his eye, Fu Yihan teased, "You seem rather happy."

"Huh?" Su Qingyun quickly stifled her smile and replied earnestly, "I just think the Fu family looks so harmonious, like everyone gets along so well."

"Harmonious?" Fu Yihan sneered coldly. "Young lady, don’t be fooled by appearances."

"Huh?"

Giving her a meaningful glance, Fu Yihan remarked sardonically, "You’ll understand eventually."

"..."

After a busy day, all Su Qingyun wanted upon returning home was to take a shower and lie down.

But the moment she had settled into bed, the old master summoned everyone downstairs for dinner.

Even though she hadn’t eaten much at the banquet, Su Qingyun still had no valid excuse to decline.

After being summoned repeatedly, Su Qingyun couldn’t refuse any longer and had to go downstairs.

The dining room was already filled with people, all sitting upright and rigid, with no one actually eating yet.

"Yuerou, come sit down," the old master said.

Su Qingyun smiled and nodded, taking a seat next to Fu Yihan.

The old master nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over everyone before he finally smiled and said, "Now that most of us are here, let’s begin."

"Let’s start quickly and wrap it up early; I want to rest," Fu Yihan said bluntly.

The old master shot him a glare before smiling again and looking at Su Qingyun, "Now that you two are officially married, everyone both inside and outside of the family knows of your relationship now."

"You’ve already emphasized this across two banquets. There’s no need to repeat it."

"..." The old master’s reproachful stare fell on Fu Yihan, and he frowned. "Can you at least let me finish speaking?"

"Fine," Fu Yihan agreed with a nod, his face expressionless. "I’ll wait until you’re done talking."

Finally satisfied, the old master chuckled and said, "Now that you’ve gotten married, shouldn’t we go ahead and start discussing having children?"

"..."

Su Qingyun glanced at Fu Yihan in embarrassment, only to see his face livid.

Apart from the old master, everyone else in the room wore expressions of discomfort.

Even compared to Fu Yihan, Fu Yixing and Yun Meifeng didn’t appear much better.

Fu Yixing let out a small laugh and said in a low voice, "Grandpa, big brother is still so young. There’s no rush to talk about kids, is there?"

"What do you know?" The old master glared at him and said firmly, "When I was your age, your father could already run errands to buy soy sauce bottles!"

"..." Fu Yihan frowned, "You didn’t have to attend university back then, though. Can it really compare?"

"... Haven’t you already graduated from university now?" The old master’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he continued, "Look at me—I’m already quite old. Every time I’ve brought this up, you’d say you weren’t married yet. Now that you’re married, shouldn’t you let me hope for something at least?"

"..."

Silence filled the room.

Not once had Su Qingyun imagined the topic of having children would be brought up so explicitly by the old master. She lowered her head, visibly flustered.

Seeing Fu Yihan remain unmoved, the old master turned his gaze toward Su Qingyun once again.

"Yuerou, what do you think?"

Caught off guard, Su Qingyun froze momentarily before instinctively glancing at Fu Yihan.

"Hey!" The old master tapped the table lightly. "I’m asking you! Why are you looking at him? Just share your thoughts!"

Nervously twisting her hands, Su Qingyun forced a laugh and said, "I... I’ll do my best!"

"Good!" the old master said enthusiastically, slamming the table lightly and smiling broadly. "That’s enough for me to hear! Come on, let’s eat!"

A chill emanated from her right side, causing Su Qingyun to lower her head, avoiding eye contact.

Under the biting cold glare, Su Qingyun finished her meal as quickly as possible, seizing the first opportunity to slip away unnoticed.

Back in her room, Su Qingyun locked the door immediately, sealing herself inside.

Not long after, she heard the sound of the door opening outside.

Su Qingyun held her breath, her eyes fixed on the door.

Yet, the anticipated confrontation didn’t occur. The sound of wheelchair wheels merely moved further inward, and never back out again.

After spending two or three days hiding away like a coward, Su Qingyun was stopped by the old master.

"Take this milk upstairs to Fu Yihan when you go up."

He drinks milk before bed?

Accepting the glass of milk with slight confusion, Su Qingyun carefully carried it upstairs.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

"Come in."

Su Qingyun pushed the door open quietly and offered a faint smile. "Mr. Fu, your milk."

Fu Yihan, with his back to her, replied coldly.

"Bring it over."

"... Okay."

Tiptoeing over, Su Qingyun placed the milk within arm’s reach before swiftly turning away.

"Wait."

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