Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire-Chapter 27 Bad Guys? Good Guys?

Fu Yihan tilted his head, his face full of rejection.

Su Qingnuan smiled faintly and took back the plate.

"Did you like the one you just ate? If you do, I can get you some more."

Fu Yihan didn’t speak, but he turned his head back, now facing Su Qingnuan directly.

Su Qingnuan chuckled lightly and stood up, heading toward the dining table.

Watching Su Qingnuan’s cheerful figure retreating, a barely noticeable glimmer of amusement passed through Fu Yihan’s eyes.

Su Qingnuan lowered her gaze, carefully discerning what she’d just picked up earlier.

Suddenly, there was a collision on her right side.

Su Qingnuan took a step to the side and turned her head to look.

Fu Yixing was holding a plate, his expression somewhere between a smile and a sneer as he looked at her.

Su Qingnuan frowned slightly and moved another step aside.

Fu Yixing’s face darkened slightly as he leaned closer to Su Qingnuan, gritting his teeth: "What’s the matter? Is being close to me so unbearable for you?"

Su Qingnuan furrowed her brows, lowered her gaze, and remained silent.

Seeing she wasn’t responding, Fu Yixing tightened his grip slightly on the plate, his left shoulder brushing against Su Qingnuan.

"Not speaking? Turned mute?"

"..."

Suddenly, Su Qingnuan straightened her posture, holding her plate, and walked toward Fu Yihan.

The interactions between the two just now were all taken in by Fu Yihan. He watched her scurry over with the plate as if escaping.

"Mr. Fu, is this enough?"

Fu Yihan glanced at her, his expression indifferent, as he accepted the plate.

After tasting one bite, Fu Yihan frowned: "Too sweet."

Su Qingnuan froze slightly. Isn’t this the same as what he ate earlier?

Fu Yihan raised his hand.

Su Qingnuan hurried to reach out and take the plate.

But in the next moment, Fu Yihan pulled back his hand and glanced at her.

The coldness in his eyes stunned Su Qingnuan.

"Push me over," Fu Yihan said.

Before Su Qingnuan could act, the bodyguard had already moved behind Fu Yihan and began pushing him toward the dining table.

As they passed by Su Qingnuan, the bodyguard softly reminded her: "Madam, follow along."

Su Qingnuan snapped out of her daze and followed behind the two of them, looking visibly aggrieved.

The bodyguard pushed Fu Yihan to the edge of the dining table, positioning him exactly next to Fu Yixing, who had his head down mumbling something to himself.

Those around who noticed Fu Yihan instinctively held their breath.

The reputation of this Demon King was well-known in their circles, and no one dared provoke him.

Sensing the heavy atmosphere around, Fu Yixing turned his head.

Meeting Fu Yihan’s gaze, Fu Yixing hastily set down his plate and called out earnestly, "Big Brother!"

Fu Yihan glanced at him: "Eating?"

The rarely calm tone left Fu Yixing particularly astonished.

"...Yes."

Fu Yihan curled his lips slightly and placed the plate in his hand beside Fu Yixing: "Here, take this."

Fu Yixing’s expression shifted subtly, his gaze toward Fu Yihan becoming increasingly complex.

"What’s wrong?" Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow. "Don’t like it?"

Fu Yixing didn’t respond, staring at him deeply, his expression inscrutable.

Seeing he wasn’t speaking, Fu Yihan tapped the pastry with a fork, his brows furrowing. "Well, you’ve known since you were little—I don’t like people touching my things."

Setting the fork down, Fu Yihan looked at Fu Yixing again, his gaze profound.

"Not even the things I don’t want—I don’t like others touching them either."

Fu Yixing stared at him, his expression complicated and still silent.

Suddenly, Fu Yihan cracked a smile, a cryptic one filled with implications.

"Of course, if you do touch them, it’s fine. As for the consequences..." He pressed his lips together and smirked oddly: "You’ve experienced them, haven’t you?"

Fu Yixing’s body suddenly shuddered, retreating a step.

Fu Yihan gazed at him coldly, like a demon from hell extending its claws relentlessly toward him.

Covering his collar, Fu Yixing mumbled a few words and quickly turned to leave.

Watching Fu Yixing’s figure fleeing in panic, Su Qingnuan’s lips curled into a subtle smile.

Fu Yihan turned his head and saw the traces of amusement in her eyes. He frowned: "What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing!" Su Qingnuan answered sheepishly, lowering her head. "I wasn’t looking at anything."

Fu Yihan glanced at the bodyguard and asked: "Did you see her laughing?"

The bodyguard looked toward Su Qingnuan.

Su Qingnuan lifted her gaze, putting on a pitiful expression as she looked back at him.

The bodyguard withdrew his gaze, shaking his head solemnly: "No, I didn’t."

"..."

Su Qingnuan smiled lightly: "Even the bodyguard says I didn’t laugh. Mr. Fu, you see, I’m not lying, right?"

Fu Yihan cast a meaningful glance at the bodyguard, his gaze unfathomable.

The bodyguard kept his eyes ahead, avoiding Fu Yihan’s expression.

Fu Yihan raised his gaze and looked at an empty plate beside the table.

"Standing there doing nothing?"

Su Qingnuan froze slightly, quickly getting up and smiling faintly: "Just a moment."

She took a new plate, but this time, instead of serving herself, she turned slightly toward Fu Yihan.

"What do you want? I’ll pick it for you."

Fu Yihan lifted his eyes, glancing at Su Qingnuan’s smiling gaze, then impatiently turned his head away.

"Whatever."

Watching his face suddenly change, Su Qingnuan felt puzzled.

Carefully studying his expression, she asked softly, "Mr. Fu, what’s wrong?"

Why are you upset again?

Fu Yihan said nothing, turning his wheelchair back around.

Su Qingnuan helplessly looked toward the bodyguard.

The bodyguard glanced at her briefly, then silently turned around as well.

"..."

Looking at the empty plate in her hands, Su Qingnuan clenched her fists tightly.

Did she say something wrong?

But she hadn’t said anything yet...

Su Qingnuan let out a bitter laugh.

She really was an unlikable person, always making people angry for no reason.

Lowering her gaze, Su Qingnuan picked out some crowd-favorite pastries and placed them onto the plate.

A moment later, Su Qingnuan walked over with the refreshments.

"Mr. Fu."

Fu Yihan wordlessly accepted the pastries, staring off into the distance as he ate in silence.

His expression showed neither joy nor displeasure, as if he were a machine consuming food—emotionless.

Su Qingnuan frowned, retreating quietly to the side.

Though the two were the main characters of this gathering, the truth was that no one approached them for conversation.

It was unclear whether Fu Yihan’s reputation was too fearsome, or if Su Qingnuan’s earlier actions had unnerved the crowd; only occasionally would someone come over to talk.

Su Qingnuan didn’t seem to mind much, but Fu Yihan’s expression was intriguing.

Fu Yixing had left the dining table and mingled among the crowd, his charm evident as he effortlessly engaged with everyone he encountered.

Watching his warm demeanor contrasted against Fu Yihan...

Always maintaining an air of icy detachment—it was no wonder people avoided approaching him.

"What are you looking at?" That cold gaze suddenly turned her way, catching Su Qingnuan in the act of peeking.

Su Qingnuan awkwardly rubbed her nose and responded softly, "Nothing, I was just looking around."

"Looking around?" Fu Yihan sneered. "Did a flower bloom on my face for you to stare at me like that?"

"..."

Sure enough, an unlikable personality.

Su Qingnuan lowered her head silently, unsure of what to do.

Watching her seemingly aggrieved appearance, Fu Yihan frowned slightly but did not say anything further.

The gathering continued until late into the night.