"Let’s talk next time." Fu Yihan stepped back a little, his gaze falling on the table. "Give me the documents."
Su Qingnuan hurriedly picked up the documents and handed them over attentively.
After taking the documents, Fu Yihan glanced at Su Qingnuan, who was obediently standing in place. He paused for a moment before saying, "If Qin Chuan says something like that again in the future, you don’t need to pay any attention to him."
With that, he turned and entered the room.
Su Qingnuan froze for a moment. Was Fu Yihan comforting her just now?
Although it was just a short sentence, it sounded incredibly pleasant to Su Qingnuan’s ears.
Su Qingnuan went back to her room, overjoyed. She took out the draft; she was switching departments tomorrow and needed to prepare thoroughly.
Fu Yixing took a deep breath, lifted the covers, and stood up. He picked up the scattered clothes from the floor and pulled out a cigarette.
"Yixing..." A coquettish voice sounded from behind. "Where are you going?"
Fu Yixing waved the cigarette in his hand and smiled faintly. "For a smoke."
The woman, wrapped in the covers, stood up and hugged Fu Yihan from behind.
Fu Yihan chuckled softly and patted her hand. "What? Still worried about me?"
"No," the woman pouted, sighing softly. "It’s just that it feels a bit unfair."
"Hmm?" Fu Yixing pulled the woman into his arms, humor dancing in his voice. "How is it unfair? Have I not treated you well enough?"
The woman clung tightly to Fu Yixing and smiled. "Yixing is certainly good to me. I was talking about my sister."
"Your sister?" Fu Yixing froze for a moment. "You have a sister?"
The woman hesitated, panic flashing in her eyes, and quickly shifted her gaze away.
Seeing her anxious expression, Fu Yixing quickly held her shoulders, steadying her. "Qingnuan, with the relationship we have now, are you still hiding things from me?"
Su Yuerou furrowed her brow and pushed Fu Yixing away, speaking anxiously. "Don’t call me Qingnuan!"
Fu Yixing looked at her with confusion, his expression bewildered.
"What’s wrong?" he asked.
Su Yuerou held her forehead and sat down, her face full of defeat.
"Yixing, I..." Suddenly, Su Qingnuan covered her face, bending over and crying softly. "I’m not Su Qingnuan..."
"...What do you mean?" Fu Yixing stared at her in shock and asked in confusion. "You’re not Su Yuerou’s sister?"
His eyes darkened as his brows furrowed deeply.
But Su Yuerou didn’t notice. She lowered her head and shook it slowly. "I’m not her sister."
"Then who are you?" Fu Yixing looked at the woman in front of him warily, instinctively stepping back.
Su Yuerou raised her head, her eyes filled with pain and a hint of hope.
"I’m her younger sister. I’m Su Yuerou."
Fu Yixing froze, standing rooted to the spot as he stared at her incredulously.
"You don’t believe me?" Su Yuerou stood up, ignoring the covers that fell gently to the floor. She grabbed Fu Yihan’s hand. "Everything I said is true. Back then, because of our mother’s wishes, she wouldn’t let me marry the Eldest Young Master. That’s why she let my sister take my place. I disagreed at the time, but now whenever I see my sister, I feel incredibly guilty."
As she reached her emotional breaking point, tears streamed down her face.
She always had a bright and cheerful demeanor, but to see her suddenly cry stirred pity in Fu Yixing’s heart.
He felt a pang and held her in his arms gently, speaking softly. "It’s understandable that your mother acted that way, considering my brother’s health."
"At home, my sister used to love me dearly. She always gave way to me in everything. Mother treated her incredibly well too. But after she married into the Fu family, she became distant and barely paid attention to us anymore..."
At this point, Su Yuerou looked increasingly heartbroken, leaning against Fu Yixing and sobbing softly.
"I see..." Fu Yixing’s gaze grew dark, and he sneered. "Perhaps she thought she’d climbed to the top and decided to look down on others."
"Yixing..." Su Yuerou frowned, looked up, and spoke gently. "Don’t say that about my sister. She wouldn’t do that."
"Wouldn’t?" Fu Yixing said coldly. "You haven’t seen how your sister acts all high and mighty in our household."
"Hmm?" Su Yuerou looked at him curiously. "How is my sister doing in the Fu family? She never tells us anything, and we’re too afraid to ask."
"Well!" Fu Yixing’s eyes flashed with resentment, his smile growing colder. "She’s living quite well. Both you and Aunt have no reason to feel guilty. She’s enjoying nothing but blessings in our home."
"Really?" Su Yuerou cautiously looked at Fu Yixing. "Then... if Grandpa finds out she’s not Su Yuerou, will he be angry?"
Fu Yixing paused for a moment, his fingers brushing against Su Yuerou’s delicate shoulder as his lips curved slightly upward. "Let’s keep this matter from Grandpa for the time being."
"I thought the same." Su Yuerou said helplessly. "He’s old and in poor health. It’s better not to constantly provoke him."
Fu Yixing chuckled faintly and nodded. "You’re absolutely right. It’s better to avoid upsetting the elderly."
The two exchanged a smile as Fu Yixing’s hands began to wander.
Su Yuerou giggled coquettishly, leaning into Fu Yixing and savoring the strong and steady beat of his heart.
On the first day of the month, Su Qingnuan had just finished her work when she suddenly sneezed.
"What’s wrong? Caught a cold?" Gu Xiaoxiao asked curiously.
Su Qingnuan shook her head, rubbing her forehead and sighed. "Probably from the drinks the other night."
"You only had two glasses, not even as much as me," Gu Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes and said irritably. "I thought something good was coming my way, but it turned out I was just there to take one for the team."
"..." Su Qingnuan quickly hugged Gu Xiaoxiao’s shoulders and smiled. "Thank you for your hard work. I owe you a meal."
"You better remember that and not just say it," Gu Xiaoxiao said sharply.
Su Qingnuan chuckled. "When have you ever seen me not follow through? How about tonight?"
"You said it!" Gu Xiaoxiao perked up instantly, fixing her gaze on Su Qingnuan and urging her. "Hurry up and inform your man!"
Su Qingnuan took out her phone and called Fu Yihan. The call was quickly answered.
After hearing her plans to stay out late, there was a moment of silence before the call was abruptly hung up.
Su Qingnuan stared at the phone as the dial tone beeped, unsure if he had agreed or not.
Just as Su Qingnuan was hesitating over whether to call back and ask, Ah Qi’s call came through.
"Madam," Ah Qi’s respectful voice came from the other end of the call. "Please send me the address of the restaurant later. I’ll pick you up tonight."
"Ah..." Su Qingnuan hesitated for a moment before asking tentatively. "Did Mr. Fu say anything?"
Ah Qi glanced at Fu Yihan’s expressionless face and responded softly. "He didn’t."
"That’s good." Su Qingnuan sighed in relief, finally smiling. "Ah Qi, thank you for the trouble."
"It’s my pleasure, Madam."
After hanging up the phone, Ah Qi looked toward Fu Yihan.
"Eldest Young Master, it’s done."
"Mm." Fu Yihan acknowledged casually with a nod.