Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire-Chapter 24 Persuasion

Master Fu gave her a glance and said thoughtfully, "Though your piano playing is quite good, I’m getting old, and my sleep is light at night. It’s best if you refrain from practicing in the evenings."

"...Of course." Su Yuerou smiled faintly. "Don’t worry, Grandpa, I’ll be mindful of the time."

Master Fu nodded and left with his bodyguards.

Once the door closed, Su Yuerou finally straightened herself.

That was way too close!

She glanced back at Fu Yihan’s door, a sudden doubt arising within her.

Why does Master Fu always push for Fu Yihan to socialize with others?

Tiptoeing to his door, Su Yuerou raised her hand.

But just as her fingers touched the door, she froze.

When it comes to these matters in the Fu family, it’s really not her place to interfere. Why should she be the villain here?

Su Yuerou withdrew her hand and turned away.

But...

If she ignored it, wouldn’t the one who suffered in the end still be her?

Just like today. Master Fu, unable to persuade his grandson, vented all his frustration on her.

Clenching her teeth, Su Yuerou stepped back to the door.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

She knocked softly, her gaze fixated nervously on the door.

"Click—"

The door opened slowly from the inside, revealing Fu Yihan with his cold expression, seated in his wheelchair.

"Um..." Su Yuerou instinctively took a step back. "I just wanted to ask if everything’s okay? If you need anything, you can call me; I’m right next door. Or perhaps, if you need something to eat, I could—"

What on earth was she rambling about?

Seeing Fu Yihan’s gaze grow colder, Su Yuerou finally stopped herself.

She let out a sigh of defeat and lowered her head.

"Grandpa asked me to try to persuade you."

"Ha!" Fu Yihan chuckled coldly, a flash of disdain crossing his face. "Do you think you can persuade me?"

"...No."

If even the family members who had lived with him all these years couldn’t move him, how could Su Yuerou possibly succeed?

Even though she expected this outcome, the scorn in Fu Yihan’s eyes still struck a nerve deep inside her.

Lowering her gaze, Su Yuerou hid her emotions behind her downcast eyelids.

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll just—"

"Su Yuerou."

She paused, her head snapping up in surprise.

Meeting her shocked gaze, Fu Yihan’s lips curved ever so slightly, a rare glimmer of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"So it really is you."

Su Yuerou’s legs trembled as she tried to stand firm. "You... How did you know...?"

Fu Yihan sneered, turning his wheelchair away.

"If you want to play the part of Su Yuerou, yet keep revealing the cracks of Su Qingnuan—Su Qingnuan, do you truly think you can pull off being the Fu family’s Eldest Young Madam?"

"..."

"Bang—"

The door slammed shut again, leaving Su Yuerou staring blankly at the tightly closed door, speechless.

She knew she would be found out, but she hadn’t expected it to happen so soon.

She had planned to bide her time, thinking that even if he saw through the fact that she wasn’t Su Yuerou, as long as he didn’t know who she truly was, it would be easier for her to make a clean exit later.

But it only took a few days for him to unravel everything.

If Fu Yihan could recognize her so quickly, what about the others?

Su Yuerou shot to her feet, heading straight to her room.

She couldn’t afford to give up. Fu Yihan was right—if she was going to play Su Yuerou, she needed to fully become her without leaving any flaws for others to see.

She began gathering all the information about Su Yuerou on her phone and compiled it into a booklet.

Though they were born into the same family, they had always received completely different treatment.

Su Yuerou understood that the biggest difference between her and Su Yuerou was confidence.

No matter what Su Yuerou did, she always wore a bright smile, brimming with self-assurance.

Whereas Su Qingnuan often kept her head down, hiding herself in the shadows, avoiding others whenever she could.

Looking at the notebook of analyzed personality traits, Su Yuerou frowned slightly.

Their personalities were worlds apart. Could this really work?

Carrying these doubts, Su Yuerou began her journey of impersonating Su Yuerou the next day.

But things didn’t go as smoothly as she’d hoped.

When she saw Fu Yihan coming out of his room, Su Yuerou took a deep breath and walked over.

"Let me help you."

She reached out and pushed Fu Yihan along.

He glanced at her but said nothing.

During breakfast, the whole family gathered around the table as usual.

Voices buzzed, laughter rang out, but on Su Yuerou’s side, silence loomed.

Throwing a glance at Fu Yihan, who was quietly eating beside her, Su Yuerou suddenly asked, "Do you want some water?"

Fu Yihan paused, narrowing his eyes at her.

Her whole body tensed as if a chill ran through her, but quickly she clenched her fists and asked again, "Would you like some water?"

Fu Yihan’s lips curled faintly before he turned his gaze away.

"No."

Lowering her head, Su Yuerou alone could hear the thunderous pounding of her heart.

For a moment, when Fu Yihan’s eyes bore into her, she truly thought he might take a swing at her.

Thankfully, he restrained himself.

Having tested the waters twice, Su Yuerou was gradually finding her voice in his presence.

Seeing this, Master Fu mistook it as the pair growing closer emotionally.

One day, the Fu family hosted a banquet.

Invitations to events from outside families could be declined, but missing a banquet hosted by the Fu family itself was unthinkable.

Fu Yihan locked himself in his room, refusing to change.

Downstairs, Master Fu flew into a rage, his anger silencing everyone around him. The stalemate between grandfather and grandson lingered in the air.

Noticing the outfit in the bodyguard’s hands, Su Yuerou hesitated, then offered, "How about I give it a try?"

The bodyguard glanced at her before handing her the clothes.

Holding the outfit, Su Yuerou moved forward.

"The Eldest Young Master dislikes others entering the study. Are you sure about this, Eldest Young Madam?"

"....."

Su Yuerou’s hands shook slightly as she gripped the clothing tighter. After a deep breath, she stepped forward determinedly.

Carefully pushing open the study door, she barely cracked it before something came flying at her.

"Ah!"

Unable to dodge, she got hit squarely.

A sharp object struck her nose, and Su Yuerou sat down, clutching her nose as tears welled up.

Hearing her cry out, Fu Yihan froze for a moment.

Turning back, he saw her pitiful figure sitting at the threshold, looking at him helplessly. His brows furrowed. "What are you doing here?"

His tone was so blunt that Su Yuerou instantly realized staying any longer might result in her being thrown out.

Propping herself up, she slowly closed the door behind her.

Fu Yihan frowned even harder and put down the book in his hands, staring at her in silence.

"Well..." Su Yuerou rubbed her nose and gestured to the outfit in her hands. "Grandpa is waiting downstairs. Please put this on."

Seeing her earnest expression, Fu Yihan suddenly chuckled.

"Su Yuerou, do you really see yourself as the Eldest Young Madam?"

Though he smiled, his eyes remained cold.

Biting down, Su Yuerou said firmly, "Right now, I *am* the Fu family’s Eldest Young Madam."

Her facade of composure, in Fu Yihan’s eyes, was nothing more than a pitiful act—her deeply ingrained insecurity glaringly obvious beneath the surface.