Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire
Chapter 50 Unrelated to the Su Family

Chapter 50: Chapter 50 Unrelated to the Su Family

With Fu Yihan’s permission, Su Qingnuan requested leave from him the next day to return to the Su family home and pack her belongings.

Standing in front of the Su family’s gates once again, countless memories from the past surged into her mind.

The gatekeeper spotted Su Qingnuan and smiled, saying, "The eldest miss has returned!"

"Mm."

"The young miss and madam are both home!"

Su Qingnuan’s footsteps faltered slightly, and she paused.

She had planned to grab her things and leave immediately, but with those two present, it wouldn’t be so simple.

Strengthening her resolve, Su Qingnuan raised her foot again and walked forward.

Opening the door and stepping into the house, a burst of laughter reached her ears.

"Mom! Look at this—it’s so funny."

"Why are you laughing? What’s going on with you and that boy?"

"Oh, don’t get so anxious! He’s not going anywhere, and I was just thinking, what if I meet someone even better?"

"You... don’t..."

The conversation abruptly stopped as Jiang Liyun frowned deeply, glaring at the figure standing at the doorway.

"Why are you back?"

Lowering her head, Su Qingnuan walked in, saying, "I came to pick up some things."

She quickened her pace and headed upstairs.

"What things could she possibly need? Didn’t she act like she despised us before?"

Su Yuerou’s high-pitched voice pierced her ears.

Gritting her teeth, Su Qingnuan sped up, reaching the entrance to her room.

The moment she pushed open the door, Su Qingnuan froze.

Her room was filled with unfamiliar items; cardboard boxes were scattered everywhere.

Unlike its usual clean and tidy appearance, her room now resembled a storage space.

Her clenched fists hung tense by her sides as she glanced toward the staircase.

The occasional laughter from downstairs felt like a dagger stabbing deep into Su Qingnuan’s chest.

Never mind, never mind!

She had already given up hope long ago—why waste energy grieving over this?

Taking a deep breath, Su Qingnuan stepped inside.

Navigating awkwardly through the maze of boxes, she retrieved her books from the shelf and gathered a few important possessions.

After sealing her suitcase, Su Qingnuan lifted her gaze, surveying the space where she had spent over twenty years of her life.

The stifling air carried a faint musty odor.

This was the place she had called home for so many years.

Her right hand brushed against the desk as she murmured softly, "I suppose I won’t have a chance to see this again."

The lower-right corner of the desk bore numerous carved marks—a habit she’d formed to remind herself to study hard. Each failed test earned one stroke.

By now, there were only two strokes visible.

Lightly running her hand over the uneven surface, the sensation jolted Su Qingnuan back to reality.

Drawing her hand back, Su Qingnuan picked up her suitcase, turned, and left.

Descending the stairs, the mother-daughter pair remained seated on the couch.

Su Yuerou caught sight of the suitcase in her hand and sneered mockingly.

"What’s that for? Did the Fu family not buy clothes for you? You still need to take clothes from here?"

Ignoring the provocative glances, Su Qingnuan dragged her suitcase toward the exit.

"Su Qingnuan!"

Stopping in her tracks, Su Qingnuan turned her head.

Jiang Liwen stared at her sternly, visibly displeased.

"Your sister is speaking to you—can’t you hear her?"

"I heard."

"Then why didn’t you reply?"

Su Qingnuan curled her lips into a mocking smile and retorted with her own sarcasm.

"Why should I reply?"

"You!" Jiang Liwen grew visibly angrier, her gaze scrutinizing Su Qingnuan up and down. "So now that you’ve married into the Fu family, you think you can disregard us entirely?"

Raising an eyebrow, Su Qingnuan chuckled lightly. "Mom, you shouldn’t forget—it was you who rejected me first."

"... What nonsense are you saying?"

Jiang Liwen stood up, rage evident in her expression as she pointed accusingly at Su Qingnuan. "I raised you all these years, and this is how you treat me?"

"The way you treat me is how I’ll treat you."

Her unwavering gaze suddenly stopped Jiang Liwen in her tracks.

"Ungrateful daughter!"

"Smack—"

Pain radiated from her arm as Su Qingnuan looked at the hand she’d caught, firmly blocking the intended strike.

Jiang Liwen staggered back two steps, staring at Su Qingnuan in disbelief.

"You actually shoved me?"

"What’s going on?" Su Yuerou helped Jiang Liwen steady herself and yelled angrily, "Su Qingnuan, are you crazy? That’s your mother—you actually dared to shove her?"

She held up her own reddened arm.

"This is the last time. Mom, remember, you were the one who abandoned me first."

Her gaze was resolute, commanding respect without anger.

Completely different from her formerly timid demeanor, Jiang Liwen briefly froze, while even Su Yuerou found herself momentarily lost for words.

Su Qingnuan hoisted her suitcase and spun around, striding boldly out of the Su household.

As they watched her departure, Su Yuerou lowered her gaze and murmured, "Mom... I feel like she’s changed...."

"..."

Jiang Liwen remained silent for a while, before curling her lips into a smile and saying, "And what if she’s changed? She’s still herself—that inherently insecure girl. This is just a fleeting moment of borrowed confidence."

"... I think..."

"Enough!" Jiang Liwen held Su Yuerou’s hand and stood up. "Yuerou, from now on, I only have you. Always remember—no matter what happens, I will stand by your side."

Seeing her mother’s gentle yet firm gaze, Su Yuerou smiled and nodded.

...

Suppressing the pent-up frustration in her chest, Su Qingnuan left the Su family home.

The moment she passed through the iron gates, she finally exhaled deeply.

The fresh air surrounded her, filled with birdsong, the fragrance of flowers—everything seemed so beautiful.

A slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips as Su Qingnuan spread her arms wide, skipping forward in delight.

Humming a tune, she carried her suitcase back to the Fu residence.

Su Qingnuan cheerfully organized her belongings in her room.

Her vibrant singing reached Fu Yihan’s ears as he returned home.

Noticing the slightly ajar door, Fu Yihan moved toward it.

"Knock knock knock—"

The singing abruptly stopped as Su Qingnuan opened the door.

"Mr. Fu!" Su Qingnuan’s radiant smile shone as she stepped back.

"Please, come in and have a seat."

Glancing at her messy bed, Fu Yihan’s dark gaze briefly flickered with an indiscernible emotion before he turned his head.

"No need. The day after tomorrow, Ah Qi will take you to register at the school."

Register at school?

Su Qingnuan froze.

Seeing her remain silent, Fu Yihan added, "No need to arrange accommodation. You’ll come back in the evenings directly."

Then he turned his wheelchair around.

"Mr. Fu!" Su Qingnuan quickly walked over, grasping the side of his wheelchair and cautiously asking, "You... you’ve arranged everything for me?"

His cold gaze landed on her hand, prompting Su Qingnuan to hurriedly retract it and lower her head.

"I just... I’m just a little surprised. My mother had suspended my studies earlier, so I thought it might be tricky..."

"It’s a simple matter," Fu Yihan interrupted her. "Study hard. You’re the nation’s future blossom."

"..."

Wait—did he just make a joke?

"Pack your things."

With that, Fu Yihan wheeled himself to his room without another word.

Staring at the closed door, Su Qingnuan suddenly felt a wave of warmth in her heart.

Although he appeared cold and unapproachable, he could occasionally be quite thoughtful....

Smiling involuntarily, she turned to close her own door as her lively singing once again echoed through the room.