Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: New Bed

"Curious?" Su Qingnuan looked at him in surprise. "Curious? Curious about what?"

A Qi smiled without responding.

By the time the car stopped, Su Qingnuan still hadn’t figured out the answer.

Returning to the Fu residence, she unexpectedly saw Fu Yihan sitting on the sofa.

"Mr. Fu." Su Qingnuan glanced around, not seeing anyone else. She asked, puzzled, "Why are you here alone?"

Fu Yihan raised his eyelids slightly, not even turning his head. "Who else were you expecting to be here?"

"...No one in particular."

Su Qingnuan walked over and tentatively asked, "I’m heading upstairs now. Mr. Fu, do you...?"

Calmly putting down the remote control, Fu Yihan looked at Su Qingnuan. "Help me up."

"Alright."

Helping Fu Yihan into his wheelchair, Su Qingnuan pushed him upstairs.

Once inside, Su Qingnuan grabbed her bag and prepared to go to her own room. She had only gone halfway when she suddenly stopped, remembering something.

Turning her head back, she saw Fu Yihan sitting there, looking at her with a half-smile.

Su Qingnuan gave a wry smile. "Mr. Fu, I might..."

"The desk in this room is quite large," Fu Yihan said, his expression unchanged.

The implication was clear—the previous room was now unusable.

Su Qingnuan glanced longingly at the closed door ahead of her, sighed softly, then turned around to push Fu Yihan into his room.

As she entered, Su Qingnuan thought for a moment that she must have walked into the wrong place.

"This..." Su Qingnuan stared at Fu Yihan in alarm.

He remained expressionless, quietly gazing straight ahead.

What had been a simple and elegant room only yesterday was now filled with romantic pink, and...

The bed newly replaced last night had vanished. Now occupying the center of the room was an even larger bed.

Feeling the vibration of the wheelchair, Su Qingnuan lowered her eyes.

Fu Yihan’s hands were gripping the armrests tightly, his fingers turning white.

Su Qingnuan nervously retreated and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fu, I think... we’d better go to the study?"

"..."

His icy gaze slowly shifted back, and Fu Yihan shot Su Qingnuan a glance.

Just one glance—cold as a frozen abyss.

Su Qingnuan quickly lowered her head, not daring to meet Fu Yihan’s eyes again.

"Get out," he said.

Su Qingnuan nodded hurriedly, grabbed her bag, and walked out.

The moment she closed the door, Su Qingnuan let out a sigh of relief.

The stifling atmosphere earlier—if she’d stayed a second longer, the storm brewing inside would surely have erupted.

Standing outside the door, Su Qingnuan waited for a moment. Confirming there was no sound from within, she grabbed her bag and went downstairs.

The study was not a place she dared to casually enter, and there was no space for her in the rooms. Su Qingnuan had no choice but to sit on the sofa, feeling aggrieved.

She didn’t know how long had passed before a cheerful voice came from the doorway.

Su Qingnuan immediately stood up and turned toward the sound.

The old man came in, carrying a birdcage and smiling warmly.

"Grandpa!" Su Qingnuan hurriedly called out.

The old man’s smile froze for a moment. Looking at Su Qingnuan, he mysteriously crooked his finger, beckoning her over.

Su Qingnuan glanced upstairs, then walked toward him.

"Did you go upstairs yet?" the old man asked in a low whisper.

Su Qingnuan nodded, lowering her voice as well. "Grandpa, was all that... your doing in the room?"

"How about it? Do you like it?" The old man grinned proudly. "I specifically hired someone to design it for you two."

"...Grandpa, you work so fast. It only took you a day." Su Qingnuan looked at the old man, at a loss for words.

"Aha!" The old man chuckled. "When it comes to dealing with your husband, efficiency is key. You can’t always play by his rules—it doesn’t work that way."

"..."

Seeing her fall silent, the old man turned to look around with a smile. "Where’s Yihan? Why didn’t I see him?"

"...He’s upstairs in his room."

The old man’s smile stiffened. He quickly handed the birdcage to Su Qingnuan. "Yuerou, I just remembered there’s something I need to take care of. I’ll be heading out; you keep an eye on this for me."

"...Grandpa!"

Watching the old man walk briskly with his cane, practically flying, Su Qingnuan couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh.

The instigator had fled, leaving her to face the fallout?

Retracting her gaze, Su Qingnuan stared at the bird in the cage for a moment before sighing silently.

She stayed in the living room for a long time until Fu Yixing returned, looking at her quizzically.

Su Qingnuan quickly bolted upstairs.

Stopping at the door to the room, panting for breath, Su Qingnuan waited until her heartbeat steadied before carefully opening the door.

The room was unlit—pitch black.

The darkness enveloped the space, unusually quiet.

Could he have fallen asleep?

Su Qingnuan tiptoed her way inside, heading further in.

Seeing that no one was outside, Su Qingnuan hesitated before turning on the light.

In the small sitting room, everything was clean—so clean, there were no blankets or places to sleep.

Su Qingnuan returned to her former resting place, only to find that the bed there had been dismantled, transforming the room entirely into a study.

Sighing softly, Su Qingnuan glanced at Fu Yihan’s room, frowning slightly.

The door was closed. If she went in now, would she be thrown out?

After much hesitation, Su Qingnuan ultimately decided not to open the door and instead lay down on the sofa.

Using her coat as a blanket, she stared at the ceiling, her thoughts drifting aimlessly.

How long would she have to endure sleeping on the sofa...

She hoped to make money quickly and leave this place, so she wouldn’t have to see others’ moods as she lived her life.

With such chaotic thoughts in mind, Su Qingnuan’s consciousness gradually faded.

In her dreams, Su Qingnuan’s body floated atop the ocean, rising and falling, carried by the currents.

Suddenly, gravity returned, and her body sank. That overwhelming feeling of falling startled Su Qingnuan awake.

Opening her eyes wide, she saw the familiar ceiling.

Su Qingnuan sat up on the sofa, a wave of dizziness washing over her.

Holding her head, she felt disoriented.

She hadn’t expected to sleep through the entire night...

But why did her head feel so heavy?

Gripping the sofa for support, Su Qingnuan stood up, only to feel another bout of vertigo.

Hurriedly holding onto the sofa, she closed her eyes.

After a long while, the dizziness finally dissipated.

Sighing softly, Su Qingnuan straightened up and, no longer feeling as dizzy, stepped outside.

There was no sign of Fu Yihan downstairs—unsurprisingly, since his door was still shut.

Sitting at the dining table, Su Qingnuan noticed that the old man and Fu Yixing were also absent today.

The enormous dining table seated only her.

In a way, that was fine—it felt freer this way.

But after just a couple of bites, Su Qingnuan found herself losing her appetite.

Placing her chopsticks down, she glanced at the time, then tilted her head to look upstairs.

Should she go wake up Fu Yihan?

What if he got angry? noveldrama

After deliberating for a while, Su Qingnuan decided it wasn’t worth the risk. She grabbed her bag and stepped outside.

A Qi was already standing by the door. Seeing her, he opened the car door for her.

"A Qi, Mr. Fu seems to still be resting. Should we wait for him?" Su Qingnuan glanced back at the balcony on the second floor.

"Mr. Fu already called. I’m to take you directly to the company."

"Huh?" Su Qingnuan said in surprise. "When did he say that?"