The Fu family bodyguards stood straight by the car, and seeing Jiang Liyun helping someone out, they silently made a gesture. Immediately, someone stepped forward and helped the girl into the car.
After the car drove for a while, Su Qingnuan slowly opened her eyes, hovering between half-conscious and half-awake, vaguely taking in her surroundings.
What came into view was a standalone villa, situated mid-way on a winding mountain road, steeped in the essence of time—silent yet solemn. She wasn't in the hospital? How did she end up at... the Fu Residence?
The gates stood wide open. Black-suited bodyguards lined up in two orderly rows, with the butler at the forefront, politely watching as the car gradually came to a stop.
Su Qingnuan staggered as she was pulled off the car by a bodyguard.
Her body still carried remnants of medication. Her legs felt weak and, unprepared, she fell onto something soft.
The Fu family butler exclaimed in shock, staring as the new bride's hands blindly groped at the young master's legs, struggling to crawl up from his body.
Su Qingnuan's hands had barely touched a hard surface when a low and suppressed male voice sounded next to her ear.
The next moment, her entire body was violently thrown aside, crashing heavily onto the ground.
A sharp wave of pain surged through her. She struggled to open her eyes, only to meet the man's disgusted gaze.
Despite being seated in a wheelchair, the man in front of her exuded an overpowering sense of intimidation. His sharply defined brows carried an ominous chill, and his narrow, slitted eyes locked onto her with a detached coldness.
It instantly brought to mind the final look a predator gives before it attacks, as if in the next second, one would be left with nothing but shreds...
With just one glance, Su Qingnuan knew that this was a dangerous man.
Su Qingnuan frowned deeply, enduring the pain as she slowly struggled upright from the ground.
Waking up in an unfamiliar place, the Fu family's estate emblem, the suspiciously weak state of her body—had the Su family abandoned her?
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to." She tried to stand up, making an effort to explain her condition.
"Didn't mean to? So falling onto men the moment you meet them isn't intentional? The Su family truly raised a shameless daughter."
I didn't... Su Qingnuan muttered futile explanations, trying to evade him, but could only watch helplessly as Fu Yihan closed in.
"You are Su Yuerou? Weren't you all over the Shen family's young master? How could he bear to let you marry here?"
His words sounded like the murmur of the devil, piercing Su Qingnuan's already muddled thoughts. She tried to wave her hands defensively: "No, I'm not..."
"What? Afraid to admit it?" Fu Yihan's sharp gaze narrowed.
"Hurts!" Before she could react, Su Qingnuan's neck was suddenly gripped by the angry man's hand. Her breathing grew labored as she clawed desperately at his iron-like grip.
Fu Yihan watched calmly as the girl's face flushed red, her breath growing weaker by the second. Her enchanting, almond-shaped eyes fluttered slightly, her face showing the imprint of a slap. Tears gleamed in her eyes, one drop at a time cascading down.
The tears burned against his hand, and his gaze darkened as he slowly loosened his grip.
Su Qingnuan clutched her neck, gasping for air in desperation. She could feel it—the man had truly been intent on killing her moments ago.
Fu Yihan withdrew a handkerchief coldly, wiping each of his fingers with detached precision.
From his high position in the wheelchair, he coldly looked down at Su Qingnuan.
"Any woman who marries into the Fu family has to rely on her own abilities to survive, no matter the method. Do you understand?"
"..." Su Qingnuan trembled all over, hurriedly nodding, but her gaze involuntarily fell towards the wheelchair's position, seemingly intentional in observing his legs.
Fu Yihan's sharp eyes squinted dangerously: "Keep staring, and I'll dig your eyes out."
Su Qingnuan frantically shook her head, her nerves firing with searing pain in every inch of her body, leaving her no room to process his threats.
Yet the man appeared to have lost interest, casting her a cold glance before moving his wheelchair away.
Only when the sound of his wheels completely faded did Su Qingnuan bite her lip hard, using the pain to keep herself grounded. Yet the man's final words still lingered in her ears.
"Take her to the bedroom."
Fu Yihan's cool voice ordered his bodyguards, who acted swiftly, efficiently lifting Su Qingnuan and dragging her forward.