The atmosphere in the car was awkward. Su Qingnuan tried to think of ways to spark a conversation between the two of them, but one person kept ignoring her, while the other focused solely on driving.
Until the car stopped, Fu Yihan hadn’t said a single word.
After the car was washed, Aqi pushed Fu Yihan into a styling salon, with Su Qingnuan closely following behind.
"Oh!" A flamboyantly dressed man greeted them. His gaze flitted ambiguously between Fu Yihan and Su Qingnuan, "Isn’t this our married Eldest Young Master Fu? How long has it been since you last visited?"
Fu Yihan’s expression remained indifferent as he pointed at Su Qingnuan. "There’s a banquet tonight. Do her styling."
"Got it!" The man took over the wheelchair and pushed him inside.
Su Qingnuan let out a sigh of relief and was just about to sit down when a group of won surrounded her.
"This way, Madam Fu."
"Huh?" Su Qingnuan looked at them in confusion.
Seeing her timid and nervous appearance, the group of won seed to have discovered a frightened little rabbit and chirped excitedly.
"Don’t worry, we’re just here to do your styling. Please co this way."
"Madam Fu, would you like so water? Lemon water or coffee?"
"Madam Fu....."
The overly enthusiastic staff crowded around Su Qingnuan, making her feel quite uncomfortable.
Yet this discomfort soon faded away under their relentless enthusiasm.
"Madam Fu, is it true that Eldest Young Master flew into a rage for a woman at the last banquet?"
"Co on now, even if she’s really Madam Fu, she wouldn’t tell us such things!"
"Exactly, haha....."
Before Su Qingnuan could say a word, their chatter filled the room, leaving her no opportunity to respond.
She quickly understood the reason behind their enthusiasm—it wasn’t about her, but about gossiping about Fu Yihan. Realizing that she couldn’t provide any juicy details, they had simply started amusing themselves with their own speculations.
With that thought, Su Qingnuan relaxed and felt less awkward.
Styling sessions were always dull and tireso.
Several tis, Su Qingnuan tried looking outside but couldn’t see Fu Yihan or Aqi.
Given Fu Yihan’s lackluster mood today, would he leave her here after finishing his styling?
Su Qingnuan couldn’t help but overthink.
The lengthy wait left her leaning back in the chair, slowly nodding off.
It wasn’t until she heard the words "It’s done" that Su Qingnuan ca back to her senses.
"Madam Fu, take a look—are you satisfied with it?" soone beside her said with a smile.
Half-awake, Su Qingnuan glanced toward the mirror in front of her and froze.
The elegant beauty in the mirror was staring back at her with wide eyes.
Her hair was braided from the right and draped over her shoulder, adorned with a diamond headband that sparkled under the lights.
Her makeup was light and minimal, enhancing her natural features and making her look effortlessly stunning.
"Madam Fu, your skin is so good that it hardly needs any enhancent. We’ve only done a light makeup look. If you’re not satisfied, let us know, and we’ll improve it."
"No," Su Qingnuan replied shyly, lowering her head. "I think it’s quite good."
"Right? We think so too! Madam Fu has such natural beauty—she looks great even without makeup!"
"Exactly! So beautiful and with such flawless skin—it’s enough to make anyone jealous!"
Amid the staff’s complints, Su Qingnuan changed into her evening gown.
The elegant and graceful beauty in the mirror imdiately captured everyone’s attention.
"Madam Fu is truly stunning....."
"No wonder the Eldest Young Master rarely cos here anymore..."
"Of course! With such a gorgeous wife, I wouldn’t want to leave the house either."
Listening to their whispers, Su Qingnuan couldn’t help but blush.
When she stepped out of the dressing room, Su Qingnuan saw Fu Yihan. He was no longer dressed casually; he now wore a tailored suit, his hair neatly slicked back to reveal his broad forehead. His handso features stood out even more strikingly, making him look exceptionally dashing.
"Wow! Eldest Young Master is so handso!"
"Isn’t he? Look at this pair—they’re the perfect match!"
Amidst the staff’s praise, Su Qingnuan slowly walked toward Fu Yihan.
Noticing the sudden shadow over his magazine, Fu Yihan looked up.
"Mr. Fu," Su Qingnuan said, her cheeks flushed as she smiled lightly. "I’m ready."
Fu Yihan blinked in surprise.
His deep gaze lingered on Su Qingnuan, showing hints of astonishnt, bewildernt, and even a trace of delight.
"Mr. Fu?" Su Qingnuan bent forward slightly, puzzled by his lack of response. "Did you hear ?"
Awkwardly averting his eyes, Fu Yihan replied in a low voice, "Hmm."
"Aqi," Fu Yihan said, "Let’s go."
"Yes."
"Leaving already?" The flamboyant man from earlier appeared once more, grinning as he sized up Su Qingnuan. "Our Madam Fu is truly a great beauty!"
Fu Yihan cast him a brief glance and said coldly, "The usual—put it on my account."
"No problem!" the man replied cheerfully. "Madam Fu, if you’re satisfied, please visit us again next ti!"
Su Qingnuan smiled politely and quickly followed Fu Yihan.
Inside the car’s backseat, Su Qingnuan suddenly found herself nervous, unsure where to place her hands, and kept fidgeting.
Noticing her movents, Fu Yihan furrowed his brows slightly.
"Do you have lice on you?"
"...No." Su Qingnuan imdiately straightened up, sitting rigidly as she said seriously, "I promise I won’t move anymore."
With a faint snort, Fu Yihan looked away.
The evening gown she was wearing was from this season’s latest collection. Su Qingnuan had seen it before but dismissed the idea of owning it because she couldn’t afford it.
Now it was on her, thanks to soone—it wasn’t hard to guess who.
Stealing a glance at Fu Yihan, she found him resting with his eyes closed.
His hairstyle exposed the contours of his face entirely, and even with his eyes closed, his excellent profile remained strikingly good-looking.
Truly, attractive people look good no matter their hairstyle.
Su Qingnuan beca so engrossed in admiring him that she didn’t notice the slight flutter of his eyelashes.
When she finally realized it, their eyes had already t.
"What are you looking at?"
Though his face was expressionless, the usual coldness seed to have diminished slightly.
Hurriedly averting her gaze, Su Qingnuan mumbled, "Nothing... I wasn’t looking at anything."
She couldn’t possibly admit that she had been srized by his looks and couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Fu Yihan snorted lightly, drawing his gaze back.
He didn’t press further, and Su Qingnuan was glad for the ease of the mont but dared not look at him again.
After a long while, the car pulled up in front of the Fu family’s ho.
It was five o’clock in the afternoon, and many cars had already gathered outside.
Stepping out of the car, Su Qingnuan reached out to push Fu Yihan’s wheelchair.
"Stay where you are," Fu Yihan said sternly. "Rember your current identity—you’re Madam Fu of the Fu family, not a servant."
"...Okay."
Straightening her back, Su Qingnuan quietly followed behind Fu Yihan into the house.
At this mont, there weren’t too many guests inside, but the pair’s entrance quickly drew everyone’s attention.
One elegant and captivating, the other handso and striking.
The collision of warmth and ice was like fire eting water.
"So this is the fad Madam Fu? I swear she didn’t look this stunning last ti...."
"You’ve seen her before? Don’t bluff—it’s my first ti seeing her..."
"Tell , how could soone this beautiful marry....."
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