Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire-Chapter 151 Picky People

Su Qingnuan silently picked out the carrots, without asking why.

Fu Yihan quietly watched her. When she was picking out the carrots, her brows furrowed, as if she felt sorry for the food, or perhaps found it troublesome.

That conflicted expression, for some reason, entered Fu Yihan’s eyes and brought him a strange sense of comfort.

After a while, Su Qingnuan put down her chopsticks and smiled faintly. "Done."

"Hmm." Fu Yihan straightened his posture, casually retracting his gaze. "Let’s eat."

The food on the table clearly wasn’t a portion for one person. Su Qingnuan hesitated for a moment as she watched Fu Yihan eat with his usual calm demeanor, then finally picked up her chopsticks.

Better to swallow her words and take the initiative, rather than anger him again.

Apparently, the result was a good one.

Fu Yihan glanced at her, a subtle smile in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything critical.

The two quietly ate. Su Qingnuan had already had lunch earlier, and after nibbling a few bites in a half-serious manner, she put down her chopsticks.

Seeing her stop, Fu Yihan raised a brow and said, "There’s still some time. Go upstairs and rest a bit before heading back to work."

"Ah?" Su Qingnuan froze, looking at Fu Yihan in confusion.

"Don’t understand?" Fu Yihan put down his chopsticks and looked at her leisurely.

She understood him, but she couldn’t quite comprehend what Fu Yihan meant by this.

The upstairs area was Fu Yihan’s private domain. Everyone who worked here knew that his space was off-limits; if you approached it carelessly, the boss would lose his temper.

Since she interacted with him more often than others, Su Qingnuan didn’t think he was the type to let someone use his space for convenience. So, what was this now?

Seeing her remain quiet, Fu Yihan put down his chopsticks. "I’m talking to you. Didn’t hear me?"

"...Heard you." Su Qingnuan forced a wry smile. "Mr. Fu, the upstairs is your personal area. It wouldn’t be proper for me to rest there, would it?"

"What’s improper about it?" Fu Yihan dismissed her concerns, the smile in his eyes gradually fading. "What, do you dislike where I rest?"

"Not at all!" Su Qingnuan quickly stood up. "Since Mr. Fu doesn’t mind, then I’ll go ahead and take the liberty."

With that, she turned and walked out.

"Wait a minute!"

Regretting it now? She knew it...

Su Qingnuan turned back, looking at Fu Yihan with a glimmer of expectation.

He raised a brow, his expression amused with a hint of mischief. "What now? Planning to leave me behind here?"

"Ah?" Su Qingnuan’s face twisted oddly.

"Help push me upstairs."

"..."

He’s going upstairs too?

Confused, Su Qingnuan tilted her head but walked over and began pushing Fu Yihan out of the office.

The hallway outside Manager Huang’s office was empty now. The two entered Fu Yihan’s private elevator and directly headed to the top floor.

Lying in the top-floor lounge, Su Qingnuan still felt a bit unsettled.

So, is she now accepting Fu Yihan’s goodwill?

Su Qingnuan couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

What exactly is this man thinking?

After mulling it over for a while, Su Qingnuan decided that instead of overthinking, she might as well truly rest since she’d be lying there for some time. She resolutely closed her eyes.

The lounge was quiet, and Su Qingnuan’s breathing gradually leveled out.

"Rumble, rumble—"

The sound of wheels rolling suddenly echoed, not disturbing the slumbering person.

Fu Yihan appeared in the lounge, his gaze landing on her sleeping figure.

When Su Qingnuan slept, she always curled her body on her side.

And always toward the direction of her heart.

Seeing this, Fu Yihan furrowed his brows slightly and reached out to adjust her posture so she lay flat.

As soon as he touched her, though, her brows furrowed, and she let out a soft, unconscious hum.

With a raised brow, Fu Yihan’s grip tightened.

The sleeping person sensed the external force and suddenly grasped Fu Yihan’s hand tightly.

Her palm, soft and warm, pressed against him like a bundle of cotton.

The corners of Fu Yihan’s lips curved slightly as he applied more force to press her back into a flat position.

Though her posture was finally adjusted, Fu Yihan’s hand found itself trapped under threat.

He tried to pull it away, but her brows furrowed, her lips turned downward, and she looked like she might cry.

Amused, Fu Yihan tried again, with similar results.

After a while, he stopped struggling, leaning quietly against the bedside, watching her slumbering face.

Su Qingnuan’s face was delicate—with small, rosy lips and brows like a painting. She was neither overly striking nor too plain. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Just right.

Previously, Fu Yihan had only been guarded around her and had never seriously examined her appearance as he did now.

All in all, placed among a sea of gorgeous celebrities, Su Qingnuan wouldn’t rank poorly.

Her lips always looked pale, giving her an air of fragility.

That fragility grew heavier when she opened her eyes and fixated them on someone.

Fu Yihan supported his head with one hand, leaning against the bed as he quietly observed her.

...

Half-conscious, Su Qingnuan felt someone fiddling with her, but her heavy eyelids wouldn’t let her open her eyes.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Su Qingnuan’s eyes finally opened, meeting a gaze filled with laughter.

In that instant, a moment of disorientation gripped her, and she shut her eyes again.

"What are you doing?" The cool tone pulled Su Qingnuan back to awareness.

She snapped her eyes open, stunned at the sight of the man before her.

"Mr. Fu... You..."

Surely he hadn’t been watching her sleep the whole time?

She didn’t voice the rest of her question, because she suddenly realized she was holding onto something.

The owner of that something was now gazing at her with visible amusement.

Quickly releasing it, Su Qingnuan bowed her head apologetically. "I’m sorry, Mr. Fu, I didn’t mean to."

Fu Yihan raised a brow, withdrawing his hand to flex it. "It’s a bit late for that now. You’re awake—get up already."

With that, he wheeled himself toward the door.

Seeing this, Su Qingnuan scrambled to her feet and hurried after him.

Noticing him still rubbing his arm, she tentatively offered, "Mr. Fu, are you okay? Should I massage it for you?"

She couldn’t believe how audacious she’d been—falling asleep while clutching Fu Yihan’s hand.

His hand paused mid-motion as he fixed her with a deep, thoughtful look. "You know how?"

"I do!"

Su Qingnuan quickly crouched beside his wheelchair. At the moment her hand touched him, a faint tremor ran through her.

The fear bubbling within her made her pause briefly.

Soon, she shut her eyes and overcame it, applying gentle pressure with her fingertips.

"It might feel a bit tingly, Mr. Fu, please bear with it."

"Hmm," Fu Yihan replied, his gaze fixed intensely on her hands.

Her hands were smooth and fair, their strength moderate yet precise.

He said nothing, quietly watching her work.

When Su Qingnuan concentrated on massaging his arm, her expression turned very serious.

After a long while, Su Qingnuan looked up with a warm smile that fell directly into Fu Yihan’s eyes.

"Mr. Fu, how does that feel now?"