Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire

Chapter 160: Chapter 160 How Will You Compensate Me?

So hot...

Su Qingnuan’s body felt as though it was soaked in a furnace, constantly radiating heat.

She tried to escape the endless source of warmth, but her legs and feet seemed tied down, unable to move.

It’s so uncomfortable...

Su Qingnuan couldn’t help but open her mouth, trying to breathe in cool air, but it was futile—the heat from her body wouldn’t dissipate.

Something is restraining her...

She made an effort to lift her eyelids to see what was going on, but the overlapping shadows in her vision obscured her surroundings.

"Eh? Eyes are open?"

Fu Yihan suddenly turned his head. Sure enough, the person on the bed was now half-awake, looking blankly ahead.

"Awake?" Fu Yihan asked softly.

He didn’t realize how gentle his tone sounded at that moment, drawing frequent glances from Aqi beside him.

Those confused eyes blinked briefly, then closed again.

Fu Yihan froze for a moment, frowned, and turned his gaze to the person next to him.

"Mr. Fu, rest assured, the young lady waking up indicates there’s nothing serious," said the person beside him.

"Are you sure?" Fu Yihan asked impatiently.

"I’m sure."

"...Fine." Drawing his gaze back, Fu Yihan stared at the person who had fallen back into restless sleep and said in a low voice, "Aqi, escort the doctor out."

"Yes."

Aqi left with the doctor, leaving only Su Qingnuan, who was sleeping fitfully in the bed, and Fu Yihan, quietly standing guard nearby.

Su Qingnuan’s body radiated heat, and her face was flushed red.

Since he first met Su Qingnuan, she had always been pale.

Perhaps due to her heart condition, she always exuded stillness, occasionally tinged with an air of fragility.

The more fragile she seemed, the more Fu Yihan couldn’t resist teasing her.

When he teased her too much, he would see her pitiful state and reluctantly hold back.

The cycle repeated over and over, and even Fu Yihan himself could not comprehend his exact feelings.

Just moments earlier, watching her lifelessly lying on the sofa, Fu Yihan felt an inexplicable mix of anger and fear. That internal contradiction lingered in him even now.

Initially, he intended to watch coldly from the sidelines, but how had it come to this—he simply couldn’t do it? noveldrama

Asking himself honestly, Su Qingnuan hadn’t done anything to wrong him. On the contrary, she had done her best to treat him kindly.

Although she always looked at Fu Yihan with fearful eyes, she would go out of her way to help him whenever she could.

Even though, in Fu Yihan’s view, her efforts were insignificant, he could see her intentions.

Her heart...

Fu Yihan’s gaze fell on her fluttering eyelashes.

Feather-like, dense lashes swayed on their own, like little fans.

Still, she showed no signs of waking up.

Fu Yihan leaned in closer and called softly, "Su Qingnuan?"

His voice was low and raspy, the gentleness in it unprecedented.

The person in her dream stirred, her lashes fluttering but showing no intent to wake.

Looking at her flushed cheeks, Fu Yihan sighed softly and tightened his grip on the edge of the blanket.

...

When her consciousness cleared, a wave of soreness ran through her body, and even lifting her hand felt impossible.

Su Qingnuan frowned slightly, mustering all her strength to open her eyes.

This is...

The next moment, Su Qingnuan’s eyes widened.

Isn’t this the Fu household?

The familiar room, an unfamiliar big bed.

Shouldn’t she be at work in the company? How was she here at the Fu household?

Panic-stricken, Su Qingnuan sat up.

However, the instant she got up, dizziness overwhelmed her, almost causing her to collapse again.

Holding her forehead, she barely managed to recover from the dizziness. When she raised her eyes, there was suddenly another figure in the room.

"Awake?" Fu Yihan entered the room from the doorway, his indifferent gaze landing casually on her.

"Mr. Fu..." Su Qingnuan nervously gripped the duvet. "What’s going on..."

"What’s going on?" Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. "Don’t you know yourself? You don’t remember?"

"..." Su Qingnuan awkwardly shook her head and sighed. "I don’t seem to have much impression of it..."

"No impression?" Fu Yihan snorted softly, moving to the bedside. "No impression is fine. Not like I expected you to recall."

Looking at his expression, which was full of disappointment, Su Qingnuan lowered her head, not daring to speak further.

"What’s the point of lowering your head?" Fu Yihan tilted her chin upwards, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I’m not scolding you."

"..."

Yet it felt like that gaze was about to deliver a scolding...

"Cough—" Su Qingnuan shifted her attention and murmured hesitantly, "It’s just... I feel a bit dizzy..."

"Dizzy?" Fu Yihan’s brows furrowed deeply as he examined her. "Where else do you feel unwell? Burned yourself foggy?"

"...No."

Instinctively, Su Qingnuan leaned backward, evading Fu Yihan’s hand.

His long fingers froze awkwardly in mid-air.

Out of caution, she peeked up and found Fu Yihan’s expression dark and unpleasant.

Hastily leaning forward, Su Qingnuan placed her forehead against his slender fingers.

The heat from her skin transferred to his fingers, searing and noticeable.

Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow slightly, his smile lightening as he looked at Su Qingnuan.

She seemed oblivious to how intimate the gesture was and grinned lightly. "See? Isn’t it much better now?"

Perhaps due to her elevated temperature, Su Qingnuan’s forehead exuded a sweat-laden warmth when touched.

Fu Yihan’s index finger twitched slightly and tapped her forehead.

"Still not better yet. Lie down properly."

Su Qingnuan froze, puzzled, as she rubbed her brow.

"What’s wrong?" Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow. "Don’t want to keep lying down?"

"No..."

Su Qingnuan quickly pulled the duvet over herself and lay back down.

She pressed her hand against her chest, not knowing why her cheeks now felt even hotter than before.

Her body instinctively curled up, forming a small ball.

"...Are you trying to suffocate yourself?"

Fu Yihan couldn’t help but reach over and pull her out of the duvet pile.

Meeting Su Qingnuan’s startled gaze, Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow. "If you suffocate yourself, Grandpa will come demanding explanations from me later."

"...Sorry." Su Qingnuan tucked her face back into the duvet, ashamed.

"..."

This time, Fu Yihan didn’t say much and directly plucked her back out.

"Lie still."

"...Okay."

Under Fu Yihan’s watchful gaze, Su Qingnuan dared not misbehave and obediently lay still.

Fu Yihan sat by the bed, silently watching her.

The atmosphere... carried a hint of awkwardness...

In Fu Yihan’s eyes were reflections of stars and seas—vast and deep, unreadable.

But there was something else hidden within them, and Su Qingnuan did not dare to investigate further.

Shrinking away, Su Qingnuan stammered, "Mr. Fu, you’re staring at me like this—I..."

Seeing her embarrassment, Fu Yihan finally looked away.

"Are you hungry?"

She didn’t know how long she had been asleep, but her stomach felt full rather than empty.

"Not hungry."

"You’ve slept for an entire day and night, and you’re not hungry?" Fu Yihan questioned in surprise.

Su Qingnuan nodded. "Not hungry. I even feel a bit full."

"..."

Fu Yihan gave her a peculiar look, as though something crossed his mind.