Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire-Chapter 22: Ulterior Motives

His impatient gaze fell on Su Qingnuan, and he frowned, saying, "Are you coming or not?"

Su Qingnuan snapped back to reality and hurriedly pushed Fu Yihan forward.

Old Master Fu stomped his feet angrily behind them but could do nothing.

In the elevator, Su Qingnuan glanced at Old Master Fu in the distance.

He frowned deeply, his expression unpleasant.

"Actually... after all, it’s Grandpa’s words..."

Halfway through her sentence, Su Qingnuan suddenly shut her mouth and turned her head to the side.

Fu Yihan’s already cold gaze had now gained an icy sharpness that sent a shiver down her spine.

Su Qingnuan turned her face away, avoiding his gaze.

The elevator stopped, and Fu Yihan wheeled himself out.

Seeing this, Su Qingnuan hurried after him, reaching out to grab the wheelchair handle.

"Don’t touch!"

The icy tone froze Su Qingnuan’s hand mid-air.

"Find somewhere to stay, and don’t show up in front of me."

With that, Fu Yihan wheeled himself back into his room.

Su Qingnuan looked around helplessly. The surrounding rooms were all guest rooms—where could she stay?

Just because of one sentence, she had been chased out of the room. Su Qingnuan let out a faint sigh.

At this time, Fu Yihang and the Old Master were downstairs. Not wanting to join the commotion, Su Qingnuan randomly opened the door to a guest room.

The quiet guest room welcomed her, and Su Qingnuan walked toward the sofa.

Closing her eyes and leaning back, Su Qingnuan savored the rare tranquility.

Suddenly, a "thud-thud" sound came from behind.

Su Qingnuan froze slightly, turning her head.

Behind the sofa, there were only a bed and a wardrobe—nothing else.

Was it her imagination?

As the sound did not appear again, Su Qingnuan calmed herself and turned her attention away.

However, just as she closed her eyes, the sound began again.

What was going on?

Su Qingnuan got up and circled around the bed but found nothing.

She opened the wardrobe and glanced inside. Empty.

This was strange—where was the sound coming from?

"Thud-thud-thud—"

The clear noise prompted Su Qingnuan to look toward the wall beside her.

The sound was coming from there.

Su Qingnuan frowned slightly, pressing her ear against the wall.

"Thud—thud—thud—"

The sound of hard objects striking, one blow after another.

She remembered the room next door was also a guest room—could someone be staying there?

Su Qingnuan, puzzled, left the guest room and stood at the door of the neighboring room.

Strangely enough, while the sounds were clear inside the room, they were not nearly as loud outside the door.

"Knock-knock-knock—"

Su Qingnuan knocked on the door and asked, "Is anyone there?"

There was no response from inside.

Su Qingnuan frowned slightly, grasped the door handle, and tried to twist it.

The handle turned halfway and suddenly got stuck.

It was locked from the inside.

Now, Su Qingnuan could be certain: there was indeed someone inside.

"Knock-knock-knock—" Su Qingnuan raised her voice, "Who’s in there?"

Still no response. Su Qingnuan glanced at the empty corridor behind her and said, "I know someone’s inside. If you don’t come out, I’ll call for someone."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door opened abruptly.

Fu Yihang stood at the entrance with a cold face, his complexion livid as he expressed his current mood.

His bathrobe was loosely wrapped around him, his hair disheveled.

"...Why are you here?"

Su Qingnuan remembered that Fu Yihang’s room was not in this direction—he shouldn’t be staying here.

"This is my house. Is there any problem with me being here?" Fu Yihang replied bluntly.

Su Qingnuan frowned, shook her head, and stepped back. "Sorry to bother you, carry on."

Fu Yihang’s expression darkened; he grabbed Su Qingnuan’s wrist and shouted angrily, "What did you say?"

Su Qingnuan froze slightly: "I didn’t say anything..."

She hadn’t even asked anything, yet this man had changed his expression. Could he really be hiding something?

"Enough with the nonsense! What did you hear?" Fu Yihang’s eyes held a dangerous edge as he stared at her intently.

"...I only heard the sound of someone knocking on the wall, so I wanted to see what was happening here." Su Qingnuan kept her eyes on his face as she spoke, noticing his increasingly abnormal reaction. She quickly added, "I just wanted to ask about it; I don’t know anything about what you’re doing!"

"....."

Fu Yihang took a deep breath and let go of Su Qingnuan.

"Remember your own words—remember that you know nothing." Fu Yihang spoke cautiously.

Su Qingnuan nodded frantically, "Yes! I don’t know anything!"

"Bang—"

The door slammed shut right in front of Su Qingnuan.

Su Qingnuan touched her forehead helplessly and turned to head back to her initial guest room.

Arriving at her room door, Su Qingnuan noticed that Fu Yihan’s room door was open.

Wasn’t it closed before?

Su Qingnuan cautiously approached the door, quietly pushed it open.

The sofa was empty.

Su Qingnuan quickly walked inside, closed the door, and slipped quietly into her room.

Back in her room, Su Qingnuan exhaled deeply.

She always felt more secure resting in a space with her belongings.

Su Qingnuan changed clothes and lay down, planning to rest.

But fate seemed to enjoy playing tricks on her. Just as she started to feel sleepy, noises erupted outside.

In her grogginess, she heard her own name being mentioned. Su Qingnuan opened her eyes hazily.

"That’s your own brother, after all!"

This was...

Su Qingnuan sat up and walked to the door.

"No matter how bad your relationship is as brothers, you shouldn’t let an outsider bully your younger brother, right?"

Yun Meifeng...

Why would she appear in Fu Yihan’s room? Fu Yihan always disliked her—why was he being so generous today, letting her in?

Su Qingnuan frowned, pressing her ear against the door to listen to the commotion outside.

"I’ve never acknowledged this younger brother."

Fu Yihan’s voice was still cold and emotionless.

"Yihan...." Yun Meifeng crouched down, lowering her stance. "I know you’ve always resented me, but Yihang is innocent! The grudges of our generation have nothing to do with you, the next generation. You’re brothers; you should be helping each other, right?"

"Ha!" Fu Yihan let out a cold chuckle and turned his wheelchair around. "If there’s an outsider in this family, it’s you—the biggest one. No name, no title, yet you cling to this house and refuse to leave."

"..."

A shadow flickered in Yun Meifeng’s eyes, but she quickly restrained herself.

Wiping away nonexistent tears from the corners of her eyes, she softly sobbed, "Yihan, Auntie may not have an official status now, but that isn’t important. I’m Yihang’s mother, which makes me half a mother to you, too. You can still..."

"Get out!"

A pillow suddenly slammed toward her, cutting off Yun Meifeng’s words.

Yun Meifeng widened her eyes in shock, staring at him.

Fu Yihan’s gaze was icy, his expression anything but calm.

"I said, get out! Don’t understand human language?"

Fu Yihan’s temper flared; he grabbed the glass cup on the table and hurled it toward Yun Meifeng.

Yun Meifeng froze, standing there without dodging.

"Ahhh!"

Yun Meifeng clutched her forehead and crouched down.

The door was pushed open, and Fu Yihang rushed in.

"Mom! Are you okay?"

Yun Meifeng held her forehead, her lips pale. She gave a gentle smile and said, "I’m fine, I’m fine. You go out first."