Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire-Chapter 26 Thank you

Su Qingnuan accompanied Fu Yihan to Fu’s grandfather, receiving a gratified look from the old man.

"Yihan, this is your uncle, in the future..."

Fu’s grandfather tirelessly introduced relatives to Fu Yihan.

However, Fu Yihan remained indifferent, showing no interest.

Su Qingnuan stood behind Fu Yihan, like a steadfast gatekeeper.

For every guest that approached, Fu’s grandfather would introduce Su Qingnuan, referring to her as Mrs. Fu.

Fu Yihan had a faint smile on his lips, politely acknowledging them.

Among those present, there were few familiar faces but mostly strangers.

By the end, Su Qingnuan could no longer distinguish whom she had greeted.

Once the guests had made their rounds, Fu’s grandfather finally ceased his introductions.

He took the microphone from the servant and smiled: "Today, I’ve invited everyone here mainly to introduce my granddaughter-in-law, Su Yuerou!"

A spotlight illuminated Su Qingnuan.

Squinting slightly, Su Qingnuan bent her body slightly, bowing in greeting.

"Yihan doesn’t enjoy crowded events, so the wedding was kept modest. But it’s important to introduce her to everyone. Earlier, I introduced her to you one by one, so you can’t claim not to recognize my granddaughter-in-law from now on!"

"Of course not! If the old man has spoken, we’ll be sure to keep our eyes wide open and remember clearly!"

A burst of laughter reverberated, and Fu’s grandfather handed the microphone to Fu Yihan, softly suggesting, "Say a few words as well?"

Fu Yihan cast him a cold glance but didn’t speak.

Seeing this, Fu’s grandfather handed the microphone back to the servant, visibly disappointed.

Originally a mere observer, Su Qingnuan suddenly found herself engulfed by the bustling circle of the gathering.

Numerous socialites and wealthy wives gathered around, scrutinizing Su Qingnuan.

Compared to the previous introductions from Fu’s grandfather, these women’s attitudes were noticeably more enthusiastic.

"Oh! Yuerou, is that outfit the latest collection? I saw it with the designer before—heard it’s not for sale!"

Su Qingnuan raised a hand, lightly touching the necklace at her collar.

It had been handed to her by Fu’s grandfather, without explanation, simply requesting her to wear it.

Su Qingnuan gave an awkward smile and nodded, saying, "Yes."

"Oh, Yuerou, you’re truly blessed! The Fu family treats you so well! The Su family couldn’t manage something like this, could it?"

"...It’s adequate," she replied.

Though the Su family could not compare to the Fu family, it was still a prominent and affluent family. How had it come to be regarded in such a dismissive manner?

"The Fu family really is better. Look at how virtuous Yihan is—one day, you’ll be the sole Mrs. Fu of the family. Not like my scoundrel at home, still..."

When speaking of virtue, the woman deliberately glanced at Fu Yihan, an unmistakable hint of disdain flashing in her eyes—something Su Qingnuan caught clearly.

Su Qingnuan’s expression subtly shifted, and she took a step back.

"Yihan still needs my care; I must take my leave now."

With that, she left without another word.

"What a show she’s putting on! Keeping such a stern face! She thinks she’s something special just because she’s married into wealth?"

"Don’t say that. It’s not easy entering the elite circle, and lacking ability, she must struggle to be happy, don’t you think?"

"Haha, when you put it like that..."

The harsh and demeaning words landed straight into Su Qingnuan’s ear.

Her brows furrowed tighter, and for reasons unknown, hearing them speak of Fu Yihan this way left her feeling slightly uneasy.

...

Fu Yihan, bored, toyed with the wine glass in his hand. If attending the gathering provided any benefit to him, it was probably the unrestricted access to alcohol.

"Grandfather said you shouldn’t drink—your health can’t take it."

A soft voice made Fu Yihan look up.

Su Qingnuan stood beside him, her round, wide eyes fixed on him seriously.

Fu Yihan raised a brow and remarked, "Mrs. Fu herself, eh? Why not continue mingling in the socialite circle?"

Su Qingnuan said nothing, her gaze settling on his hand.

Following her gaze, Fu Yihan chuckled coldly: "Do you truly think you’re Mrs. Fu? Are you planning to control me?"

Su Qingnuan remained silent, afraid her reproachful gaze would fall directly on him.

Fu Yihan: "...."

Almost instinctively, Fu Yihan put down the wine glass, turning his back to her with an expressionless face.

Upon seeing this, the corners of Su Qingnuan’s lips finally lifted into a smile.

"Let me take you to the snacks. The kitchen prepared lots of delicious treats today," Su Qingnuan said with a smile.

"Not hungry."

Despite his protest, Su Qingnuan had already started pushing the wheelchair forward.

Looking surprised, Fu Yihan asked, "What do you intend to do?"

"You didn’t eat anything for dinner, and you’ve had alcohol. Eat a little something to avoid a stomachache later."

With that, Su Qingnuan had arrived at the snack table, selecting a few delicacies on a small plate before handing it to Fu Yihan.

Fu Yihan frowned slightly, making no move to accept it.

Su Qingnuan turned to glance at the nearby bodyguard and asked, "Do you want some?" frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

The bodyguard blinked in surprise, hastily shaking his head.

"Ah... such a waste."

Saying this, Su Qingnuan skewered a piece and popped it into her mouth.

"Ha!" Fu Yihan sneered. "Bringing me over was just an excuse, wasn’t it? You simply wanted to eat, didn’t you?"

Su Qingnuan chuckled lightly, her eyes lit with a spark as she looked at him. "Not at all. Let me get you some more."

"...."

Watching Su Qingnuan’s bouncing silhouette retreat, Fu Yihan glanced at the bodyguard, furrowing his brows. "Didn’t she hear me just now?"

The bodyguard coughed awkwardly and turned away.

Before long, Su Qingnuan returned with another plate—this time laden with more options.

"I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I picked two types. This one is chilled and spicy; this one’s dessert and sweet; then there’s..."

Speaking with earnest detail, Su Qingnuan used her clean, slender fingers to point at each item, accompanying each gesture with a thorough explanation.

Fu Yihan couldn’t help following the movement of her finger, listening to her chatter for a good while.

"That’s all for now. Choose whichever you like to eat."

Fu Yihan raised his eyes, observing her thoughtfully. "You seem very familiar with food."

Su Qingnuan blushed slightly, laughing softly. "Actually, I read about them from books. Because of health reasons, there are many things I can’t eat."

Fu Yihan’s gaze landed on the empty plates nearby, which earlier had only contained a few identical-looking pastries.

"Then what can you eat?" Fu Yihan, taking the small plate, asked nonchalantly.

Seeing this, Su Qingnuan smiled and extended her fingers, earnestly beginning to count. "Actually, there’s quite a bit I can eat, but I have to watch the quantity. For example, spicy foods are fine in small portions just to sample the flavor, not more. And salty dishes—those as well can’t be eaten in excess."

With Su Qingnuan’s soft voice as his backdrop, Fu Yihan unconsciously polished off an entire plate of snacks.

Noticing his surprise, the bodyguard took the empty plate and handed him another one.

Fu Yihan gave a cold glare to the bodyguard, his icy gaze sharp.

The bodyguard turned his face away, still holding the plate toward him.

"Not eating anymore?" Su Qingnuan asked, stunned. "But this one is delicious too. I only sampled a pinch earlier; you should try it."

Fu Yihan: "...."