Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire
Chapter 95 Let the Old Master Come

Chapter 95: Chapter 95 Let the Old Master Come

"You all deserve to die!" Kong Rong glared at everyone and shouted urgently, "Su Qingnuan, I will definitely have my father kill you!"

Su Qingnuan frowned but did not look at her.

"Stop."

A Qi froze, turned, and looked at Fu Yihan.

Fu Yihan leisurely pushed his wheelchair into the room, stopping in front of Kong Rong.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, his smile like someone crawling out of hell—eerie and ghostly.

"Kong Rong, is it?" Fu Yihan asked.

Intimidated by his expression, Kong Rong almost forgot to respond. She stiffened before nodding awkwardly.

"Second Miss of the Kong family?"

"...Yes."

"Then that’s correct." Fu Yihan raised his eyebrows, withdrew his gaze, and looked at A Qi. "Call Mr. Kong and inform him that this cripple demands his granddaughter accompany me in being crippled as well."

"Yes."

"You!" Kong Rong pointed at Fu Yihan and shouted angrily, "What do you think you are? How dare you threaten my grandfather!"

Fu Yihan chuckled softly, "I am nothing, but I do have the capability to threaten your grandfather."

With that, he turned to observe as A Qi made the call.

"Hello, Mr. Kong, I’m calling from here..."

He spoke seriously, completely oblivious to the wary gazes fixated on him from others in the room.

"Impossible!" Kong Rong laughed mockingly. "Stop pretending. There’s no way you have my grandfather’s contact info."

After speaking, Kong Rong straightened up and headed toward the door.

"Tsk!" Fu Yihan sneered coldly. "So disobedient!"

The next moment, A Qi, while holding the phone, walked up to Kong Rong.

"Without the Eldest Young Master’s permission, no one is allowed to leave." A Qi said expressionlessly.

Kong Rong turned back and glared resentfully at Fu Yihan.

Fu Yihan rested his hands leisurely on the wheelchair, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked at her. "Seems like you’re quite dissatisfied."

Kong Rong averted her gaze and said nothing.

"But dissatisfaction makes no difference." Fu Yihan’s laughter carried a trace of cruelty. "After all, you’re powerless."

"...."

Kong Rong hung her head low, hunching slightly, lost in thought.

A Qi hung up the phone and looked at Fu Yihan.

"Eldest Young Master, Mr. Kong is on his way."

"Hmm." Fu Yihan calmly retracted his gaze. "Make sure Miss Kong stays standing; if she ends up crippled later, she won’t even be able to stand."

"Yes!"

"You people are crossing the line!" Kong Rong suddenly shouted.

But her fury was met with indifference.

A Qi maneuvered her to stand against the wall, staring at her intently without relent.

The others, who had been feigning unconsciousness on the floor, were also driven out by A Qi.

The room fell quiet once more.

Su Qingnuan glanced secretly at Fu Yihan.

The man sat in the wheelchair, his expression calm, as if the words spoken earlier had not been uttered by him.

Having grown accustomed to his helpless demeanor, Su Qingnuan almost forgot—he was someone with a sadistic streak.

"What are you looking at?"

"Ah?" Su Qingnuan quickly retracted her gaze, looked down, and replied softly, "Noth...nothing."

"Control your eyes." Fu Yihan frowned. When he noticed the terror flashing in her gaze, an inexplicable discomfort filled him.

".....Alright."

Silently lowering her gaze, Su Qingnuan clenched the cup in her hands as her stare drifted aimlessly.

Beside her, Gu Xiaoxiao gently patted her back, offering an intermittent comfort.

The simple gesture seemed to help; Su Qingnuan gradually began to relax.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

The knock on the hospital room door drew everyone’s gaze in unison.

A Qi walked over and opened the door.

A low murmuring voice was heard from outside.

After a moment, A Qi turned back to Fu Yihan.

"Eldest Young Master, should we let them in?" A Qi asked.

Fu Yihan sneered coldly, "Who are they? Why should they be let in?"

Hearing this, A Qi turned back to converse further with the people at the door.

The group remained outside, not daring to step in without permission, resorting to speaking with A Qi instead.

After a long while, A Qi closed the door and carried a bag over to Fu Yihan.

"What’s this?" Fu Yihan cast a glance at the bag in his hand and asked coldly.

"A visiting gift for the Eldest Young Madam." A Qi replied.

Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow and glanced toward the person lying on the hospital bed. "If it’s for her, then hand it to her. Why bring it to me?"

"Understood."

A Qi carried the bag over to Su Qingnuan’s side and cautiously handed it to her.

Monitoring Fu Yihan’s expression and noting no drastic change, Su Qingnuan hesitated briefly before accepting the bag.

The small bag contained quite a few items—supplements, among others...

"A Qi." Suddenly, Su Qingnuan called out, "Send the items back."

She passed the bag back to A Qi, frowning. "They’re too expensive, I can’t accept them."

A Qi glanced at Fu Yihan and stood still.

Seeing this, Su Qingnuan also deferred to Fu Yihan.

Fu Yihan was casually sipping tea, idly fiddling with a translucent, gem-like bead in his hand, the material unknown.

"Don’t want it?" He asked.

Su Qingnuan smiled bitterly and removed a box from the bag. "This is far too costly; I cannot accept it."

Fu Yihan raised his eyebrow.

A Qi quickly took the box and handed it back to Fu Yihan.

Casually flipping it open, Fu Yihan sneered, "They even brought something like this. Seems like they truly treasure their granddaughter."

He closed the box, tossing it to A Qi. "Send it back."

"Yes."

A Qi carried the bag and stepped outside once more.

Low murmurs lingered beyond the door; Su Qingnuan listened closely, feeling puzzled.

Why not come inside directly?

If it was indeed Kong Rong’s grandfather, given his age, he ought to command some level of respect.

Su Qingnuan looked up at Fu Yihan, her lips parting briefly before hesitating to speak.

She unknowingly caught his eye. Fu Yihan frowned. "Do you have something to say?"

She quickly lowered her gaze, shaking her head. "No...nothing."

His brows knit tighter, Fu Yihan withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at her.

Watching from the sidelines, Gu Xiaoxiao approached Su Qingnuan, exasperated. "Why are you so timid? If you’ve got something to say, just say it! Isn’t he your man?"

Su Qingnuan smiled bitterly and lowered her voice. "Did you see the way he looked? Would you dare to speak?"

Gu Xiaoxiao froze.

Forget speaking—ever since Fu Yihan appeared, she hadn’t dared to take more than a shallow breath, fearing she’d be thrown out.

Seeing Gu Xiaoxiao’s silence, Su Qingnuan chuckled. "Don’t kid yourself. I’m definitely not talking."

After a pause, Gu Xiaoxiao admitted, "Fine, neither will I."

The two exchanged a knowing smile.

As they spoke, the hospital room door opened. A Qi entered, escorting an elderly man with gray hair inside.

"Grandfather!" Leaning against the wall, Kong Rong exclaimed excitedly.

The old man gave her a cold glance, his gaze sharp.

Kong Rong immediately fell silent, her head lowering.

The elder approached Fu Yihan, offering a faint smile. "Young man from the Fu family, it’s been a long time."

Without expression, Fu Yihan nodded. "Mr. Kong, it has."