Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Skin Contact

When the scorching body leaned closer, Su Qingnuan froze for a moment.

But she quickly reacted and supported Fu Yihan, leading him outside.

However, as she took a step forward, Fu Yihan behind her did not follow.

"Mr. Fu?" Su Qingnuan gritted her teeth, "Please exert some strength, I’ll help you out."

"Hmm....."

Though he responded, Su Qingnuan could sense no effort from Fu Yihan.

It seemed the acupuncture had left his bones weak and sore, rendering him completely without strength.

Su Qingnuan didn’t blame Fu Yihan and could only bite her teeth, exerting herself to drag him.

The ground was slippery; with every step, Su Qingnuan could feel the slick surface beneath her feet, making her even more cautious.

"Stop."

A voice suddenly came from behind, and Su Qingnuan stopped, puzzled: "What’s wrong?"

"There’s a door ahead."

Su Qingnuan paused slightly, narrowing her eyes to look ahead.

Faint light shone on the glass door, radiating rainbow-like hues.

Finally, the door.

Su Qingnuan let out a breath of relief and adjusted her grip on Fu Yihan.

"Let’s head out first."

Struggling to free a hand, Su Qingnuan grabbed the door handle and pulled it open.

When her eyes caught the light and her feet stepped onto the soft carpet, Su Qingnuan exhaled gently. noveldrama

"Mr. Fu, please bear with it; we’re almost outside," Su Qingnuan said softly.

After exiting the bathroom, Su Qingnuan realized that moving was far more difficult.

The bathroom was slippery enough to drag him; outside, the carpet created resistance with every step, making dragging impossible.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Qingnuan let him down.

"Hiss—"

"Mr. Fu?" Su Qingnuan froze for a moment, reflexively trying to turn her head but halted halfway.

She remembered—Fu Yihan wasn’t wearing clothes.

Her head stiffened mid-turn, and Su Qingnuan cautiously asked, "Mr. Fu, are you alright?"

"I’m fine." Fu Yihan’s voice sounded a bit muffled, and he raised a hand to nudge Su Qingnuan, "Go find A-Qi and check if he’s back."

After hesitating for a moment, Su Qingnuan nodded and ran outside.

The hallway remained empty. Su Qingnuan jogged down the stairs, and from a distance, she spotted a familiar figure.

"A-Qi!" Su Qingnuan shouted excitedly.

A-Qi turned his head and met Su Qingnuan’s gaze.

"Young Madam."

"Quickly!" Su Qingnuan urged, "Mr. Fu has fallen, I can’t manage to get him out—go check."

Upon hearing this, A-Qi quickly dashed upstairs, surpassing Su Qingnuan within moments.

Su Qingnuan caught her breath and hurriedly sped up to follow.

When she made it back to the room, she found A-Qi standing there respectfully, while Fu Yihan, who should have been lying on the ground, was sitting upright in a chair.

"Huh?" Su Qingnuan’s puzzled eyes darted back and forth between Fu Yihan and A-Qi.

"Mr. Fu?" Su Qingnuan asked in confusion, "Are you alright now?"

The skin on Fu Yihan’s face was slightly red—whether from the lingering steam or suppressed anger, it was hard to say.

"Where did you go?" His voice carried a trace of darkness, making the atmosphere feel suddenly tense.

A-Qi lowered his head, cautiously replying, "The old master had matters to relay."

Those few short words were enough to explain his whereabouts.

Fu Yihan furrowed his brows but said nothing further, though his gaze on A-Qi remained icy.

"I’m sorry." A-Qi suddenly bowed and apologized to Fu Yihan.

"Does an apology work?"

The chilling tone sounded filled with impatience.

Though they expected Fu Yihan to lose his temper, the degree of seriousness was surprising.

Su Qingnuan watched as A-Qi kept his back bent, daring not to lift his head.

What now?

Speaking out now wasn’t the right move, but staying silent didn’t seem wise either.

"You know what to do, right?" Fu Yihan spoke again.

A-Qi nodded silently and retreated.

As she watched A-Qi leave, Su Qingnuan couldn’t help but glance at Fu Yihan.

He sat there, his expression cold, exuding an unapproachable aura.

Although he was wearing a shirt, his pants...

After hesitating for a moment, Su Qingnuan tentatively spoke, "Mr. Fu, it’s best not to expose your knees to the cold."

The previously unresponsive man finally showed a reaction.

Fu Yihan cast her a cold glance and then lifted his eyes, "Come here."

Hearing this, Su Qingnuan walked over, picking up the pair of trousers lying on the bed as she did.

"Here!" Su Qingnuan handed the trousers to Fu Yihan. "Your pants."

Fu Yihan took them with a grim look and said nothing.

Seeing his lack of action, Su Qingnuan finally asked, "Mr. Fu?"

Fu Yihan raised his eyes and looked at Su Qingnuan.

His gaze was deep, like a still pool, with no ripples or discernible emotion.

He didn’t seem angry or upset, so what was it?

Fu Yihan stared at Su Qingnuan, his expression unreadable.

His fingertips rubbed repeatedly against one another—it seemed they still retained the smooth and warm sensation.

Her earlier efforts to carry him out, her labored breathing, still echoed in his ears.

"Su Qingnuan." Fu Yihan abruptly spoke.

"Ah?"

Fu Yihan raised his hand, "Come closer."

Closer? Closer where?

Though confused, Su Qingnuan followed his words and cautiously moved closer.

Standing beside Fu Yihan, she asked softly, "Mr. Fu, what’s wrong?"

Fu Yihan didn’t answer, his eyes fixating on Su Qingnuan’s arm.

Following his gaze, Su Qingnuan grew increasingly puzzled.

"Give me your hand." The man’s tone was cold and commanding.

Su Qingnuan glanced at her pale, smooth arm before obediently stretching her hand out.

As soon as she extended her hand, Fu Yihan grabbed it firmly—the strength of his grip was something Su Qingnuan couldn’t resist.

Yes, that feeling was unmistakable—smooth and warm, carrying an unusual sense of security.

Fu Yihan stared at Su Qingnuan intently, his gaze growing darker.

Su Qingnuan looked at him in confusion, "Mr. Fu, what’s wrong?"

Fu Yihan said nothing and merely shot her a glance, his eyes revealing a trace of hostility.

The underlying fierceness in his gaze startled Su Qingnuan, causing her to take a step back.

That motion seemed to trigger something, and Fu Yihan abruptly tightened his grip on her hand.

"Mr. Fu?" Su Qingnuan frowned, her eyes flitting between Fu Yihan and her own hand.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Fu Yihan asked irritably.

Su Qingnuan gave an awkward smile and replied softly, "It hurts..."

Fu Yihan shot her a frosty glance before releasing her hand.

"Leave. I need to change."

Hearing his calm tone, Su Qingnuan nodded, "Alright."

After leaving the room, Su Qingnuan glanced down at her hand—at some point, a red mark had appeared.

It must have been caused by Fu Yihan earlier.

Sighing with helplessness, Su Qingnuan wasn’t sure what to think or say.

Some time passed before a voice came from within the room.

"Come in."

Su Qingnuan cautiously opened the door and stepped inside.

By then, Fu Yihan had already changed into his loungewear and was quietly seated on a chair.