Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire-Chapter 35: The Frail Eldest Young Master

Fu Yihan was ruthless.

In Su Qingnuan’s eyes, this had always been just a rumor.

But after witnessing him lie there with over a dozen silver needles stuck in his leg and still not cry out, Su Qingnuan knew that this man wasn’t just ruthless to others—he was ruthless to himself too.

Su Qingnuan watched as Fu Yihan closed his eyes and glanced worriedly at his leg.

"There are already more than ten needles. Are you feeling any better now?"

Fu Yihan pressed his lips together and said in a low voice, "A bit swollen." freёnovelkiss.com

"Swollen?" Su Qingnuan’s eyes lit up. "That’s good. That means the pain has gone away, hasn’t it?"

Fu Yihan was silent for a moment before reluctantly murmuring, "Mm."

Su Qingnuan let out a sigh of relief and stood up. "Hang in there. I’ll get you some water. I’ll take the needles out soon."

Fu Yihan didn’t respond.

Su Qingnuan quietly opened the door and walked out.

The sound of the door closing reached his ears, and Fu Yihan shifted himself upright.

Besides him, there was no one else in the room.

His gaze fell on his scarred leg, and his expression subtly changed.

Just now, in a moment of pain-induced irrationality, he had allowed her to give it a try.

The most surprising thing was that his legs, which usually felt nothing other than pain, suddenly had a peculiar sensation.

Fu Yihan frowned.

That woman, clearly terrified to death—he had caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that her hand holding the silver needle was trembling. If it weren’t for sheer desperation, Fu Yihan definitely would have kicked her out the moment he saw that.

At least she hadn’t caused a major mishap.

Was he out of his mind just now? Letting that woman try it...

Fu Yihan raised a hand to his forehead, unknowingly damp with sweat, and wiped it on his palm.

"Hey?" Su Qingnuan opened the door and, seeing Fu Yihan sitting up, asked in confusion, "Why are you sitting up?"

Fu Yihan glanced at her, then let his body fall back down.

Su Qingnuan: "..."

She placed the cup on the bedside table and asked, "Do you want some water?"

Fu Yihan closed his eyes and didn’t say a word.

Seeing his silence, Su Qingnuan added, "Ah Qi said they’ve brought over fresh sheets and bedding. Once the needles are out, we’ll change everything for you."

"Mm."

"....."

Stepping back, Su Qingnuan quietly waited.

When Fu Yihan suddenly opened his eyes, Su Qingnuan hurried over.

"Does it hurt again?" she asked.

Fu Yihan gave her a complicated look and slowly nodded.

Su Qingnuan chuckled softly. "Alright, I’ll take the needles out now."

Carefully removing the needles one by one, Su Qingnuan finally let out a breath of relief.

Pulling down Fu Yihan’s trouser leg, she smiled and walked toward the door. "I’ll go call Ah Qi."

"Wait!"

Su Qingnuan stopped in her tracks, turning back with a puzzled look.

Fu Yihan gestured toward the wardrobe. "There’s sleepwear inside. Bring me a set."

Following his instructions, Su Qingnuan opened the wardrobe and was startled by the array of neatly arranged clothes inside.

After a moment’s hesitation, she retrieved a set of sleepwear and brought it over as instructed.

"Leave it by the bed and get out."

Su Qingnuan glanced at him. He was already propping himself up to sit.

Is he planning to change into his sleepwear by himself?

"What are you looking at?" Fu Yihan frowned slightly, his cold gaze falling on her.

"N-nothing." Su Qingnuan quickly averted her eyes and left the room.

As soon as Su Qingnuan stepped out, Ah Qi came over to meet her.

"Young Madam, how is the Eldest Young Master?"

"He’s fine for now," Su Qingnuan said with a light smile. "But he asked me to get his sleepwear. I think he plans to change by himself?"

Ah Qi froze for a moment but didn’t say a word and took a step back.

Seeing that Ah Qi wasn’t planning to go in, Su Qingnuan didn’t push him either.

The two sat on the sofa, waiting until a voice came from the room.

Ah Qi immediately got up, carrying the bed linens into the room.

Soon, Fu Yihan was carefully carried out and set on the sofa.

Su Qingnuan furtively observed his expression and found that he seemed colder now than he had been during the day.

Suddenly, Fu Yihan lifted his gaze.

Their eyes met, and Su Qingnuan froze for a moment before quickly looking away.

"Su Qingnuan," Fu Yihan called out.

His tone was anything but friendly.

Su Qingnuan lowered her gaze. "Yes!"

Fu Yihan’s lips curled ever so slightly, as if smiling but entirely devoid of warmth.

"Your courage seems to have grown lately."

"....." Su Qingnuan shook her head repeatedly. "I.. didn’t..."

"Didn’t?" Fu Yihan sneered. "Entering my room without my permission—is that what you call ’didn’t’?"

"..."

Su Qingnuan was momentarily speechless.

She had clearly saved him, but now he wanted to settle accounts after the fact?

Seeing Su Qingnuan frown, her lips pout, but saying nothing,

Fu Yihan raised his eyebrows and pressed on. "What? Dissatisfied?"

Su Qingnuan shook her head. "No."

"Hmph!"

Su Qingnuan sat up straight, not daring to speak.

Fu Yihan stared at her for a while but didn’t say anything further.

The atmosphere grew eerily silent.

In the heavy tension, Su Qingnuan suddenly scooted back slightly, shifting her weight and distancing herself from Fu Yihan.

Fu Yihan’s expression shifted. "What are you doing?"

Su Qingnuan froze and looked at him, her eyes filled with grievance. "My leg’s numb..."

It turned out that one of her legs had been tucked beneath her the whole time, and after sitting too long, it had gone numb.

Fu Yihan paused, his brows knitting tightly.

Seeing this, Su Qingnuan hurriedly lowered her head.

"Young Master, the bed has been made," Ah Qi said as he came out of the room and stood by Fu Yihan.

Fu Yihan let out a soft "Mm" and raised his arm.

Ah Qi crouched down, hoisted Fu Yihan onto his back, and carried him back to the room.

Watching Fu Yihan finally return to his room, Su Qingnuan breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her own.

The whole night felt like a dream. Lying on her bed, she thought back to how she felt during the acupuncture and couldn’t help but reflect.

As a child, she’d spent almost a year in the hospital and frequently visited the doctor who specialized in acupuncture and learned from him. Fortunately, she hadn’t forgotten those skills.

Though Su Qingnuan wasn’t a physician, she was very familiar with the body’s meridians and could handle pain relief at least.

Now that Fu Yihan had seen her abilities, he would surely value her more—wouldn’t he?

Thinking of this, Su Qingnuan couldn’t help but smile.

With that blissful thought, she drifted off to sleep.

Come the next day, when Su Qingnuan saw Fu Yihan again, she noticed his pallor.

"Mr. Fu? Are you feeling unwell?"

Fu Yihan raised a hand, covering his mouth, and coughed softly a few times.

A cold?

Su Qingnuan glanced at Ah Qi, who appeared just as bewildered.

Fu Yihan had caught a cold.

Even Old Master Fu frowned at the sight of him coughing incessantly.

Watching the scene, the elder’s tone turned stern. "Go to the hospital."

Fu Yihan frowned. "No."

"... This time, you don’t have a choice. Ah Qi!"

Fu Yihan glanced at Ah Qi. "If you dare touch me, you’re fired on the spot."

Ah Qi froze momentarily before quietly stepping back.

"Fu Yihan! Refusing the hospital despite being sick—what are you trying to do?" Old Master Fu roared. "Fine, I’ll call a doctor to the house instead!"

Fu Yihan arched a brow. "Call Qin Chuan."

"... That rascal is a surgeon! What’s he going to do for you?!"