Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire-Chapter 30: Drugging

Not long after A-Qi and the others left, Fu Yihan’s body suddenly began to convulse violently.

Seeing this, Su Qingnuan hurriedly pressed him down.

"Fu Yihan?" Su Qingnuan said softly.

The unconscious man showed no response.

Su Qingnuan frowned slightly, doing her best to hold him in place.

Suddenly, Fu Yihan opened his eyes, the blood-red gaze filled with both endurance and unbearable pain.

Su Qingnuan was startled. "Fu Yihan? Are you okay?"

Her voice successfully caught Fu Yihan’s attention.

His movements were slow as he turned his head, quietly staring at her.

Su Qingnuan was taken aback by the red veins in his eyes, her hand pressing on him momentarily paused.

In the next moment, however, Su Qingnuan applied even more force.

"Hang in there a little longer; they’ve already gone to find a doctor. They’ll be back soon."

Fu Yihan remained motionless, his entire being resembling a soulless puppet, only capable of gently turning his head.

Seeing him this way, Su Qingnuan let out a breath of relief.

After all, if this man were to truly lose control, Su Qingnuan wasn’t sure if she could handle him.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

The sudden sound of knocking startled Su Qingnuan to her feet.

Why would someone be knocking? Were they back? Or...

Su Qingnuan frowned slightly, keeping her eyes fixed on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

The persistent knocking came again, and Su Qingnuan pursed her lips, tiptoeing to the door.

"Is someone really inside?"

A faint voice seeped through the door crack—it was a man’s voice.

"Of course someone’s in there! I saw it myself when I passed by earlier, how could there not be anyone!"

Su Qingnuan froze. So, there wasn’t just one person outside.

"Don’t worry, I wouldn’t deceive you," a woman said with a laugh. "You’ll definitely get your exclusive scoop!"

Exclusive scoop? Journalists!

Su Qingnuan glanced back at Fu Yihan’s muddled state, her frown deepening.

If his condition were to be exposed, it truly would make for an exclusive.

Su Qingnuan recalled the old master’s warnings before leaving home: If Fu Yihan became a headline, the Fu family would find it hard to stay afloat.

With this in mind, Su Qingnuan cautiously moved the sofa, positioning it behind the door.

With the help of both the sofa and another barricade, even if the people outside had a key, they wouldn’t be able to get in.

Just as this thought flashed through Su Qingnuan’s mind, she heard the sound of the door lock turning.

Su Qingnuan frowned and sat on the sofa.

The door shook a couple of times but didn’t budge.

"That’s odd. Why won’t it open?"

"Is it broken?"

"Should we call a locksmith?"

"Alright, you stay here and watch. I’ll go find one."

Hurried footsteps sounded, and Su Qingnuan got up and went to the window.

The window in the room was small, but it was enough to see outside.

Directly below, people were moving in and out; it was impossible to distinguish who was who.

When would A-Qi and the others return?

If these people brought a locksmith and couldn’t open the door, they would surely grow suspicious. At that point, neither wardrobes nor sofas would be enough to stop them.

Su Qingnuan glanced back at Fu Yihan, who was breathing heavily, gasping for air.

What on earth was going on?

As every second ticked by, Su Qingnuan grew increasingly anxious, pacing the room.

The door lock began to turn again, startling Su Qingnuan. She tiptoed over.

"Could there be something wrong with this lock?"

Someone asked.

Then came the continuous sounds of the door lock being turned.

Watching as the door was pushed open slightly, Su Qingnuan glanced at Fu Yihan and gritted her teeth.

...

"What the hell is going on?" Wu Feng asked, frowning deeply. Glaring at the locked door, he snapped angrily, "Don’t screw this up for me! I’ve worked so hard to get this chance!"

The locksmith wiped the sweat off his forehead and said helplessly, "Young Master Wu, it doesn’t seem like the lock is broken. There’s likely something blocking it from the inside."

"Blocking it?"

Wu Feng raised his hand and pulled the man aside. "If it’s blocked, then just push it open!"

Pointing to the bodyguards nearby, he ordered, "You, go find some guys and have them force the door open for me!"

"Yes, sir!"

As the bodyguards jogged off, the locksmith stepped back, sighing in relief.

Wu Feng stood impatiently at the doorway, his eyes blazing with anger.

Suddenly, the door lock turned from the inside.

Wu Feng paused, confused.

The door slowly creaked open, and out stepped a woman in a long dress.

She looked at the people gathered at the entrance, her brows furrowed. "What are you all doing?"

Wu Feng stared blankly at her, asking suspiciously, "It’s just you in there?"

Su Qingnuan glanced at him and nodded. "Of course. Who else could it be?"

Not believing her, Wu Feng pushed past her and flung the door open.

The room, its interior visible at a glance, held no sign of the familiar figure he was looking for.

"How could this be..." Wu Feng muttered in disbelief. "I clearly remember him being here!"

Su Qingnuan took a step back. "I was just resting here for a bit, and you all came barging in, making such a racket. Honestly, it’s annoying!"

Wu Feng turned to her, his eyes reddened, glaring at her fiercely.

Su Qingnuan was momentarily stunned, then crossed her arms with a cold smirk. "What? You want to hit me? In front of all these witnesses? Let’s see which family’s young master dares to lay a hand on me."

Wu Feng scrutinized the woman in front of him. Her attire was luxurious, her every gesture exuding the air of money.

This charity event had drawn attendees who were no pushovers.

Wu Feng took a deep breath and forced a polite smile. "Apologies, miss. I didn’t mean to disturb you."

With that, Wu Feng exited the room.

"Move out! Even if he’s woken up, he can’t have gone far. Keep chasing!"

Watching Wu Feng storm off with his men, Su Qingnuan curiously glanced at the remaining individual.

"Who are they chasing?"

That person gave an awkward smile, picked up their toolbox, and left.

The hallway fell briefly silent.

Su Qingnuan suddenly lost her strength, leaning against the door and taking deep breaths.

She turned back into the room, locked the door again, and walked behind the sofa to drag the man lying on the floor upright.

With considerable effort, Su Qingnuan managed to prop him up, leaning against the sofa in a seated position.

Fu Yihan squinted at the woman in front of him.

"They’ve left?"

Su Qingnuan made a sound of acknowledgment, supporting his shoulder as she murmured, "Mm-hmm, just as you said, they’ve been misled."

When would A-Qi and the others return?

Seeing Fu Yihan’s current state, taking him out now would be equivalent to delivering a headline on a silver platter.

But when she had spoken with the man earlier, murmurs of an approaching conclusion had already been in the air.

With more people and prying eyes outside, escape would only become harder.

As Su Qingnuan fretted and paced, the door was suddenly knocked on again.

Her head jerked up, and she stared warily at the door.

"It’s me, A-Qi."

The steady voice instantly put Su Qingnuan at ease. She smiled at Fu Yihan. "They’re here! I’ll go open the door."

Through his haze, Fu Yihan saw her smile, radiant like sunlight, before blacking out completely.

Su Qingnuan opened the door and, upon seeing the two familiar faces outside, urgently said, "He’s already awake. Quickly, go check on him!"