"You made this soup yourself?" Ah Qi asked in surprise.
Su Qingnuan nodded and said softly, "It’s my first time making soup. The auntie said it was okay, but I don’t know if it tastes good or not..."
"It’s fine." Ah Qi took the item, rare to see a faint smile on his face, "Your intentions will be felt by the Eldest Young Master."
"...Really?" Su Qingnuan looked at Ah Qi expectantly and asked cautiously, "Mr. Fu isn’t the petty type, is he?"
Ah Qi paused for a moment, smiled helplessly, and carried the soup as he opened the door.
Seeing this, Su Qingnuan dared not speak too much and followed behind Ah Qi into the room.
Fu Yihan was sitting in the living room. The living room, a mess from the night before, had been completely transformed, with even the sofa and table replaced.
"Eldest Young Master." Ah Qi walked over with the soup, speaking in a low voice, "This chicken soup was personally made for you by the Young Madam."
That man lifted his eyelids slightly; his emotionless gaze turned towards Su Qingnuan.
Su Qingnuan quickly lowered her head, nervously clutching the hem of her clothing.
"You made this yourself?" he asked.
"Uh... yes." Su Qingnuan smiled awkwardly. "You should try it; the taste should be okay."
Fu Yihan curled his lips into a smirk, sneering, "What? It’s your first time making something?"
"Are you treating me like a test subject?" His tone was cold as he asked.
Su Qingnuan immediately shook her head. "No! I just wanted to apologize to you, so I made it..."
The sneer echoed in her ears, and the little courage Su Qingnuan had mustered deflated once again.
She lowered her head, her hands continuously twisting the hem of her clothes.
The neat fabric in her hands crumpled into a wrinkled mess.
The room was silent; no one spoke.
The icy gaze lingered on Su Qingnuan, not leaving her for a long time.
It was unclear how much time passed, but beads of cold sweat began to form on Su Qingnuan’s forehead.
She felt like she was on the verge of suffocating from the oppressive atmosphere.
The sudden voice broke the eerie silence in the room.
Ah Qi put the soup on the table and thoughtfully served a bowl.
Fu Yihan took the bowl, raised his eyes slightly, and caught someone sneaking a glance at him. His eyebrows arched faintly.
Su Qingnuan quickly lowered her head, pretending she hadn’t seen anything.
The crisp sound of the spoon touching the bowl echoed in the room, clear yet subdued.
Amidst the gentle sound, Su Qingnuan slowly exhaled a breath of relief.
Fu Yihan didn’t say anything and quietly drank the soup.
Not until the bowl was set down did Su Qingnuan cautiously raise her head, watching the man elegantly wipe the corner of his mouth.
"Mr. Fu... how is it?"
His indifferent gaze swept over her, and Fu Yihan said coldly, "Not good."
"Take it away." He said.
With drooped shoulders, Su Qingnuan trudged over, picking up the bowl and utensils to head downstairs.
"Ah Qi, tomorrow night I’d like rib soup with winter melon."
She paused mid-step and looked back at Fu Yihan in delight. "Mr. Fu, I’ll make it for you!"
Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow, looking at her meaningfully. "The last time, yours didn’t have salt."
"Don’t worry, this time I’ll make sure to get it right."
Under Su Qingnuan’s hopeful gaze, Fu Yihan reluctantly nodded.
Seeing this, Su Qingnuan smiled broadly and cheerfully walked out.
Watching her joyful figure disappearing into the distance, Ah Qi couldn’t help but laugh. "Eldest Young Master, the Young Madam is actually rather endearing."
Ah Qi looked at him in surprise, lowering his head toward Fu Yihan.
There was a trace of softness in his eyes, and his expression was no longer as cold as before.
After the initial surprise came understanding, and with it, a hint of anticipation.
Perhaps this Young Madam would bring them a series of unexpected surprises and even...
His gaze shifted subtly, landing on the emotionless Eldest Young Master. Unintentionally, a smile spread across Ah Qi’s face.
After that bowl of soup, although Fu Yihan continued to ignore her, Su Qingnuan clearly felt that the surrounding chill had dissipated a lot.
On the first day of the month, before heading out, Su Qingnuan specifically reminded the auntie to prepare ribs and winter melon, ensuring she could leave with peace of mind.
As usual, Ah Qi was waiting in front of the car. He opened the door, where Fu Yihan was already seated inside.
"Mr. Fu." Su Qingnuan greeted him with a cheerful smile.
Fu Yihan glanced at her and responded with an indifferent nod before lowering his gaze again.
The atmosphere today wasn’t as tense as yesterday. Su Qingnuan withdrew her gaze and chuckled softly under her breath.
When they arrived at the company entrance, Su Qingnuan got out, ready to say goodbye, only to find Fu Yihan staring at her.
Startled, Su Qingnuan returned his gaze in confusion.
His previously relaxed brows slowly furrowed.
"What are you looking at me for?" he asked in a cold tone.
"... Weren’t you the one looking at me first, Mr. Fu?"
Fu Yihan’s expression darkened as his deep eyes bore into hers.
Quickly averting her eyes, Su Qingnuan murmured, "My bad. I just wanted to see if there was anything else you needed from me, Mr. Fu."
Under Fu Yihan’s gaze, Su Qingnuan obediently turned and walked into the company.
In the lobby, she bumped into Gu Xiaoxiao, who was standing there with a gloomy expression.
"Xiaoxiao." Su Qingnuan quietly approached, giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder with a smile as she asked, "What’s up with you?"
"... You scared me to death!" Gu Xiaoxiao turned around and scolded her.
Su Qingnuan chuckled. "How could I scare you? You’re the one just standing here, spacing out."
"Let me tell you!" Gu Xiaoxiao grabbed Su Qingnuan’s arm and said gravely, "I just saw my supervisor."
"And?" Su Qingnuan smiled. "Did they tell you which department we’re reporting to today?"
"..." Gu Xiaoxiao’s face fell as she looked at Su Qingnuan with a complicated expression. "That’s what I needed to tell you. They said we’re supposed to keep sweeping floors today."
"... Sweeping what?" Su Qingnuan’s eyes widened, disbelief evident in her voice.
"Keep sweeping floors."
Su Qingnuan rubbed her forehead. "You’re joking, right?"
"Of course not!" Gu Xiaoxiao said anxiously. "Those were her exact words!"
"Where is she?" Su Qingnuan frowned.
"She left. Gave me the instructions and then walked off."
Seeing Su Qingnuan’s exasperated expression, Gu Xiaoxiao frowned. "What do we do now?"
"What else can we do?" Su Qingnuan shrugged helplessly. "We’re interns. Whatever they tell us to do, we do."
"... But we didn’t sign up to be sweeping interns!"
"Of course I know that! But unless you have another option, what choice do we have?"
Gu Xiaoxiao fell silent, suddenly at a loss for words.
Watching her distressed expression, Su Qingnuan patted her back gently. "Alright, let’s talk to her about it tomorrow, okay?"
The two picked up their brooms again and resumed their floor-sweeping duties.
After painstakingly sweeping an entire floor, they sat in the break room to rest.
The supervisor hadn’t assigned them a break area, and they didn’t have desks. To avoid gossip from others, they hid behind the water bar in the break room.