Watching Su Qingnuan’s excited expression, Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow and said with a faint smile, "Not bad."
Under his calm gaze, Su Qingnuan gradually composed herself.
"Apologies, Mr. Fu, I lost my composure." Su Qingnuan said softly.
Fu Yihan said nothing, setting down the empty bowl.
"It’s fine. I still have so docunts to handle."
"Got it, got it!" Su Qingnuan quickly took the empty bowl, smiling as she said, "You stay busy. I’ll head out now."
"Mm."
Su Qingnuan walked out of the study with light, careful steps.
As the door clicked shut, Fu Yihan raised his head, catching a glimpse of the figure disappearing behind the door.
Rubbing his now slightly full abdon, Fu Yihan couldn’t help but think that living such a simple daily life wasn’t so bad after all.
The pen in his hand started to twirl unconsciously.
A habit of spinning the pen, forgotten for a long ti, returned once more.
...
"How does it look?" Su Qingnuan asked nervously as she looked at herself in the mirror.
"No problem!" Gu Xiaoxiao made an ’OK’ hand gesture and stood up with a laugh. "But seriously, is there really a need to dress up this much for a gathering?"
"Of course, it’s necessary." Su Qingnuan replied softly, "It’s being held at the Fu family estate, and it’s a company function. Naturally, many employees will be attending. As the Eldest Young Madam of the Fu family, if I make an appearance, I can’t afford to lose face."
Gu Xiaoxiao gave a thumbs-up and sighed, "You folks from wealthy families and your rules—I, a re commoner, just can’t fathom them. But let remind you of one thing: be careful of your little brother-in-law."
"..." Su Qingnuan lowered her head in silence, the gloom in her eyes hidden deep beneath her gaze. "That man isn’t soone who lets himself be controlled. If he really intends to do sothing, it will be difficult to predict. I can only take things as they co."
Giving Su Qingnuan’s shoulder a hearty pat, Gu Xiaoxiao smiled, "I believe in you."
"Thanks."
After buying her outfit, Su Qingnuan returned ho.
That evening, during dinner, Fu Yixing suddenly brought up the matter at the dining table.
The Old Master furrowed his brow, and Fu Xiong’s expression didn’t look much better either.
"Why the sudden need to hold a banquet?" The Old Master looked at Fu Yixing in confusion.
Fu Yixing wiped his mouth calmly and stood up. "I’m rely informing all of you. Everything is prepared; the banquet will proceed as scheduled tomorrow."
Having said this, he turned and went upstairs.
Watching his cold, distant figure, the Old Master shook his head helplessly. "This child is getting more and more willful."
"Isn’t it due to your indulgence?" Fu Xiong muttered, "Back when I wanted stricter discipline, you didn’t believe . Now look, it’s impossible to discipline him anymore."
The Old Master glared at him and fud, "Do you have the nerve to say that? Who was the one living the high life outside, leaving the child at ho?"
"I was pursuing my own happiness! Besides...."
"Bang—"
The sound abruptly cut him off, and everyone turned their heads to look at Fu Yihan.
"I’m finished."
Fu Yihan turned his wheelchair to leave.
Seeing this, Su Qingnuan quickly swallowed what was in her mouth, put down her chopsticks, and stood up with him. "I’m done too."
She jogged to catch up to Fu Yihan, pushing his wheelchair toward the elevator.
Taking a glance at her chasing figure, the coldness in Fu Yihan’s eyes receded slightly.
"Not eating?"
Su Qingnuan smiled lightly. "I’ve already finished. Staying longer will only lead to Grandpa and Dad starting another argunt."
Fu Xiong had a carefree nature, prone to unfaithfulness and lacking discipline.
The Old Master despised this about him the most. So whenever this topic was brought up, the inevitable outco was always an argunt.
Rather than sitting there taking collateral damage, it was better to leave earlier and spare oneself the trouble.
After pushing Fu Yihan back to his room, Su Qingnuan parked his wheelchair in the living room.
"Mr. Fu, please wait here a mont. I have sothing for you."
She ran back to her room and returned shortly with two knee braces in hand.
Fu Yihan frowned slightly. "What’s this for?"
Seeing his wary and cold expression, Su Qingnuan quickly opened the knee braces and smiled. "I customized these myself. A few days ago, I consulted an old Chinese dicine doctor for a prescription. These knee braces are soaked in dicinal water and dried, carrying therapeutic properties. Mr. Fu, if you have so spare ti, you can tie them to your legs."
"...No need."
With that said, Fu Yihan silently turned around, rolling his wheelchair further inside.
Looking at the knee braces in her hand, and then at Fu Yihan’s lonely back, Su Qingnuan bit her lip, gathered her courage, and chased after him.
"Mr. Fu." She grabbed the wheelchair and cautiously said, "Please let finish."
Fu Yihan frowned and sternly said, "Shut up!"
This sudden shift in attitude shocked Su Qingnuan.
But it also confird his desire to stand again.
Gripping the wheelchair tightly, Su Qingnuan gave a bitter smile. "I’ve read through historical texts and related materials. For your condition, acupuncture might actually help you stand again."
"Ridiculous. The hospital doctors already declared the nerves dead. Do you think you can do better?"
"...Traditional Chinese dicine and Western dicine aren’t exactly the sa. Though I can’t say for sure what the outco would be, Mr. Fu, don’t you even want to try? Even if it’s the last chance?"
"....."
Fu Yihan glared at her but said nothing.
Seeing this, Su Qingnuan eagerly added, "If it doesn’t work, you’ll be able to tell for yourself, won’t you? Stopping it at any point is your right."
"Hah!" Fu Yihan sneered, his gaze falling on the knee braces in her hands.
Following his gaze, Su Qingnuan imdiately handed over the knee braces.
"To try or not to try—it’s up to you, Mr. Fu."
The white knee braces were stained with yellow spots, remnants of the dicinal soak.
The air carried a strong herbal scent.
"How can you claim it won’t work if you don’t try?"
Her words simred in his ears. Having already failed so many tis, what was one more?
Unconsciously, Fu Yihan’s hand reached out.
When he accepted the knee braces, Su Qingnuan’s heart soared with joy.
"The dicinal properties in the braces last about two hours. I’ve prepared an herbal pouch to place inside. Once I finish crafting the new brace, I’ll switch it out for you, Mr. Fu."
His cold gaze fell on her, expressionless, before he turned away, wheeling himself into his room.
The chilly air around them finally dissipated, and Su Qingnuan let out a sigh of relief, clenching her fists excitedly.
Returning to her room, she sped up her herbal package preparations.
That night, she remained holed up in her room, working on sachets.
However, unbeknownst to her, in the room just beyond the door, Fu Yihan had taken out the knee braces and tossed them to Ah Qi.
"Eldest Young Master?" Ah Qi looked at the braces in surprise, asking, "When did you get these?"
"Take them for testing. Find out what was used to soak them." Fu Yihan said coldly.
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