Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire

Chapter 147: Chapter 147 Inquiry

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The car, crawling along at a tortoise-like speed, slowly wobbled its way back to the Fu family estate.

Seeing the car come to a halt, Fu Yihan couldn’t help but open the car door himself.

Noticing this, Su Qingnuan quickly got out of the car and took out the wheelchair and crutches.

Glaring at the overly eager person, Fu Yihan gritted his teeth and swore, "Don’t touch the car ever again!"

God knows how he survived the past hour — every time they approached a traffic light, his heart would leap into his throat, terrified she’d start the car and ram straight into someone’s rear bumper.

And then there were all the vehicles weaving past them; none were fancier than his car, but every single one managed to zip ahead. The humiliation was killing him.

Seeing his stern expression, Su Qingnuan slightly bowed her head.

The corners of her mouth tilted downward, and the joy in her eyes vanished, leaving no trace of her previous cheerfulness.

Her demeanor made it seem as if Fu Yihan had bullied her.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Fu Yihan raised a brow, "Not happy about it?"

"Not at all!" Su Qingnuan hurriedly said, "I know my skills are bad."

"As long as you understand," Fu Yihan said as he sat down, sighing in relief, "Push me inside."

Su Qingnuan quickly exerted herself, pushing Fu Yihan inside.

Because of the delays on the road, they arrived home at eleven p.m.

The living room was pitch dark, with no light.

Su Qingnuan stopped Fu Yihan at the entryway, ran inside to turn on the lights, and hurried back to push him further in.

The elevator stopped on the second floor. As they exited, they noticed someone standing by the elevator door.

"Fu Yixing." Fu Yihan frowned, sizing up the person in front of the elevator, "What are you doing? Trying to act like a ghost?"

Fu Yixing sneered, glancing at Fu Yihan with a light laugh, "Brother, I’ve been waiting for you a long time."

"Waiting for me? For what?" Fu Yihan asked coldly, indifferent.

Fu Yixing chuckled with a meaningful look, "The IT company you collaborated with earlier—its system isn’t working now. Our company plans to switch to a new one."

Su Qingnuan paused mid-step and turned to look at Fu Yixing.

Fu Yixing raised an eyebrow, looking smugly at her, "Oh, right, sis-in-law—you’re still interning at that company, aren’t you? Why not just intern at our company? At least we could guarantee you a proper internship experience, right?"

Frowning slightly, Su Qingnuan said seriously, "Second Young Master, your company’s system problem could be the result of a hacker attack, which probably doesn’t have much to do with our system itself."

Fu Yihan’s expression shifted instantly, sneering, "What do you know? Even your senior manager can’t explain it clearly—what gives you the right to call it a hacker attack?"

Su Qingnuan furrowed her brows.

She had merely debugged for half an hour, indeed unable to confirm with 100% certainty that it was a hacker attack—but she was about 80% sure.

"If you lack the ability, don’t spout nonsense," Fu Yixing sneered. "Otherwise, people might think your company is running a scam."

"..." Su Qingnuan gritted her teeth, wondering what retort she could muster against this smug person.

"What’s going on here?"

Fu Yihan’s voice suddenly interjected, cutting off their exchange.

He sat there with an impatient expression, his furrowed brows fixed on Su Qingnuan.

She quickly withdrew her gaze and lowered her head, pushing Fu Yihan forward.

"Wait!" Fu Yixing stepped in front of them, his gaze falling on Fu Yihan. "Brother, don’t you have anything to say about this?"

Fu Yihan shot him a frosty glance and said dismissively with a faint smile, "That company is under your management now. Do whatever you like—it has nothing to do with me."

His attitude was so aloof that one might mistake him for talking about a stranger’s company.

Yet, the company in question had been personally entrusted to him by their father earlier.

Fu Yixing straightened up with a grin and couldn’t resist applauding, "Good! Brother, I love your attitude."

Smiling cheekily, he stepped aside and gave way, "Don’t worry—I’ll make sure the company I manage is run better than the one you did."

Fu Yihan snorted coldly, then turned to Su Qingnuan.

Understanding his cue, Su Qingnuan pushed him back to his room.

Once back in the room, Su Qingnuan studied his expression and hesitated before asking cautiously, "Mr. Fu, are you not angry?"

"Angry?" Fu Yihan replied dismissively, "Jumping clowns are not worth my anger."

"....."

It seemed she had underestimated his perspective.

Judging by Fu Yihan’s composed demeanor, he probably already had a plan in mind.

Putting away her small worries, Su Qingnuan stood up.

"Alright then, Mr. Fu—I’ll be leaving now."

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Fu Yihan frowned, looking seriously at Su Qingnuan, who had already reached the door. "I need to bathe."

"What?" Su Qingnuan widened her eyes in shock, staring at Fu Yihan.

He raised an eyebrow, "Didn’t you hear me? I said I need to bathe."

How did he used to bathe, anyway?

Su Qingnuan searched her mind for answers but found none—she had never helped anyone bathe before.

Could he be implying...

"What are you thinking?" Fu Yihan frowned, impatiently saying, "Come over here and help me take off my pants."

Take off his pants.....

No matter how Su Qingnuan thought about it, this sentence seemed loaded with other meanings.

Weren’t they in a contract marriage? That was clearly agreed upon at the start. Could it be that Fu Yihan was regretting it? Or maybe...

Seeing her stand there frozen in place, Fu Yihan raised a brow, "Why are you spacing out?"

Su Qingnuan snapped back to reality and cautiously took a step back, saying, "Mr. Fu, we’re in a contract marriage. Actions that are overly intimate, I think, should still be..."

"What are you imagining?" Fu Yihan’s face darkened, his brow knitting tighter, "I can’t take off my pants on my own—if you don’t help me, how am I supposed to bathe?"

"..." Su Qingnuan finally understood, mumbling hesitantly, "Just... to take off your pants?"

"What else do you think?"

"..."

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she lowered her head and stepped closer to Fu Yihan.

Fu Yihan unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down to his thighs, leaving Su Qingnuan to pull them off completely.

Throughout the process, Su Qingnuan’s hands never touched a single inch of his skin.

As expected... she had overthought it.

Fu Yihan was still wearing another pair of pants underneath—there wasn’t even the slightest risk of anything being exposed.

"What are you looking at?"

His icy tone sounded close to her ear.

Su Qingnuan quickly averted her gaze, shaking her head, "Nothing... nothing at all."

Fu Yihan gave her a cold look, "Alright, leave now."

"Okay."

Su Qingnuan jogged out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

With the door shut, Su Qingnuan couldn’t help covering her face, overwhelmed with embarrassment.

Why did her thoughts wander down those paths? It was just too...

Her cheeks grew warmer, turning an even deeper shade of red.

She hurried back to her room and buried her head under the covers.

The earlier scene replayed incessantly in her mind—Fu Yihan’s cold and helpless expression only reinforced her ridiculous assumptions.

Truly, she felt like she couldn’t show her face...

After tossing and turning in her room for a while, she suddenly heard the sound of a door opening outside.

Su Qingnuan quickly opened her door and peeked out.

A Qi was cautiously stepping inside. Noticing the movement, he turned his head toward her.

"Young Mistress, you’re still awake?"

"Yes." Su Qingnuan leaned against the doorframe and asked quietly, "Where did you go? Why are you getting back so late?"