Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire

Chapter 163: Chapter 163 Supplement Soup

"Young Madam, this soup was specially made for you. Please drink while it’s hot."

Su Qingnuan looked at the old man in surprise. "Did Grandpa arrange this?"

"Yes." The old man nodded proudly. "So, what do you think? Grandpa’s arrangements are decent, right?"

"...Yes."

She had already eaten porridge earlier, so she didn’t feel hungry at the moment. noveldrama

The fragrant aroma wafted in the air, instantly awakening Su Qingnuan’s appetite.

Accepting the soup bowl, Su Qingnuan began sipping it slowly.

The old man sat next to her, watching Su Qingnuan intently. He only looked away when she finished the soup.

"Thank you, Auntie."

Handing the empty bowl back to the auntie, Su Qingnuan turned to the old man and smiled. "Thank you, Grandpa, too."

"If you really want to thank me, take good care of yourself and give Grandpa a chubby grandson someday. That’ll make me happy."

Of course...

Su Qingnuan awkwardly smiled. "We’ll try our best."

"Good, with that promise, Grandpa can relax."

The old man gestured at the chessboard before them. "Come on, let’s continue."

"Okay."

The old man loved playing chess.

To please him, Su Qingnuan had picked up a few skills. Even if they ran out of topics to chat about, they could still enjoy playing chess together.

The leisurely moments of playing chess always seemed to pass quickly.

When the auntie came in again to call them for dinner, Su Qingnuan almost felt as though it was midnight.

But glancing at the time, it was just six-thirty in the evening.

Su Qingnuan stood up and looked upstairs. "I’ll go call Yihan down to eat."

"No need." The old man stopped Su Qingnuan and frowned. "You’re still unwell yourself, and yet you’re only worried about that boy?"

With that, he turned his gaze to A Qi.

A Qi understood the command and nodded before heading upstairs.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Su Qingnuan smiled. "Grandpa, I’m really fine now. Almost fully recovered."

"...You’ve been bedridden for two days; how can a few casual words fix that?"

"..."

Until Fu Yihan came downstairs, Su Qingnuan didn’t dare utter a rebuttal.

Since the old man had already spoken that much, saying anything more might irritate him. Listening quietly seemed like the better option.

At the sound of the wheelchair’s rumbling approach, Su Qingnuan immediately felt a sense of relief and actively walked over.

Seeing the smile blooming on Su Qingnuan’s face, Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow. "Grandpa, what did you say this time?"

"What do you mean, ’what did I say’?!" The old man replied grumpily. "You punk, I’m sure you’ve talked bad about me in front of Yue Rou more than once, haven’t you?"

"Do I dare?" Fu Yihan sneered. "Whereas you, Grandpa, definitely haven’t spared me from a few choice words."

"..." The old man coughed awkwardly and muttered under his breath, "Why would I badmouth you, rascal? You’re imagining things."

"Oh really?"

Facing Fu Yihan’s half-smiling but sharp gaze, the old man quickly said, "I won’t chat nonsense with you, brat. Hurry up, let’s eat."

"Yes! Let’s eat!" Su Qingnuan chimed in, trying to diffuse the tension with a smile. "Let’s go eat."

The three of them had just taken their seats when another person walked in.

"Well, well!" Fu Yixing said with a faint smile. "The gathering looks pretty complete today."

His gaze fell on Su Qingnuan, his tone carrying a hint of teasing. "Sister-in-law, I heard you’ve been down with a cold and fever for a few days. Are you feeling better now?"

Su Qingnuan calmly nodded. "I’m fine now."

"It’s good that you’re fine." Fu Yixing pulled out a chair and sat down casually. "Actually, I have a favor to ask of you, Sister-in-law."

Su Qingnuan blinked in surprise and looked at him curiously. "What kind of favor?"

"You know, it’s only two or three months until the New Year. Our company’s annual gala is coming up, and I’d like to ask you to perform something. I’ve already chosen the program—just play the piano, that piece you’re best at!"

"Clatter—"

Su Qingnuan stared in shock at the pair of chopsticks falling on the table and froze.

Fu Yihan glanced at her and said in a low voice, "Is anyone bringing new chopsticks for the Young Madam?"

The fallen chopsticks were picked up, while Su Qingnuan nervously clutched the hem of her clothes.

"Sister-in-law, how could you be so careless?" Fu Yixing said mockingly, his tone still full of sarcasm. "Could it be that you’re trying to refuse my favor?"

Su Qingnuan suddenly looked up, her irritated glare fixed on Fu Yixing.

Fu Yixing raised his eyebrows. "Everyone knows my older brother is married, but until now nobody’s even seen what our sister-in-law looks like. Sister-in-law, don’t you find it awkward to step into the company and have people unaware that you’re the Young Madam of the Fu family?"

What does this have to do with her?

Su Qingnuan was about to question him when the person beside her spoke first.

"The woman I married—it’s enough that I know her. Why should anyone else care?"

Fu Yihan placed down his chopsticks, his expression cold as he stared at Fu Yixing.

Faced with that icy gaze, Fu Yixing hesitated for a moment but quickly continued. "Brother, that’s not exactly the right way to put it. Our family’s Young Madam needs to represent us in certain circles. Grandpa, don’t you agree?"

Dragged unexpectedly into the discussion, the old man paused and then nodded. "Yixing isn’t wrong this time. The daughter-in-law of the Fu family does need to show up to events. Besides, Yue Rou plays the piano beautifully; showcasing it would also bring honor to our family—there’s nothing wrong with it."

"But Grandpa..." Su Qingnuan hesitated. "I haven’t played the piano in a long time."

"For someone as skilled as Sister-in-law, isn’t a little practice all you need? There are still three months to prepare!" Fu Yixing said with a cunning smile.

This sly troublemaker clearly had ulterior motives.

Su Qingnuan shot him a quick glare, her brows furrowing tightly.

"Grandpa, Yue Rou isn’t going."

The icy words completely froze the atmosphere at the dinner table.

Su Qingnuan turned her head, staring at Fu Yihan in astonishment.

He calmly continued eating, as if that disruptive declaration hadn’t come from him.

"Why not?" The old man frowned. "Yue Rou hasn’t said anything yet! She might agree, don’t you think?"

"Ha!"

Fu Yihan sneered and put down his chopsticks, raising his sharp gaze towards them. "I said she doesn’t want to, so she doesn’t want to."

"...Brother, isn’t this decision too dictatorial? Sister-in-law has her own opinion..."

"I said no."

Fu Yihan cut Fu Yixing off, giving the table a quick cold glance. "If you want to finish this dinner peacefully, then stay quiet."

"..."

His imposing presence was so overwhelming that, for a moment, no one dared speak.

Su Qingnuan cautiously picked up her chopsticks, sneaking glances at Fu Yihan.

He exuded an aura of chill—like the frozen depths of winter. Approaching him meant enduring the piercing pain of the cold.

Even gazing at his profile was like trying to see beyond a frosty abyss.

Suddenly, he turned his head and locked eyes with Su Qingnuan.

She quickly averted her gaze, burying herself in her meal and keeping her head lowered.

Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow, reached for a piece of braised pork, and placed it into Su Qingnuan’s bowl.

"Make up for the meat you missed these past few days."

Su Qingnuan froze for a moment, quietly lifting her head to glance at him.

As her gaze met his, she realized he was staring at her—the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly in amusement.

What’s going on...

Wasn’t he supposed to be very angry?