Su Qingnuan came out after changing her clothes, only to find Fu Yihan still sitting there.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Fu Yihan turned around.
He scrutinized Su Qingnuan from head to toe for a long while before speaking: "Your complexion doesn't look good. Put on some makeup."
A commanding tone.
Su Qingnuan paused for a moment and nodded, saying, "Got it."
She took out some tools she rarely used and applied light makeup, making her complexion appear much better.
Walking out of the bathroom, Fu Yihan was still sitting there.
Su Qingnuan finally couldn't suppress her surprise and asked aloud, "Mr. Fu, aren't you going to the company today?"
Fu Yihan put down the magazine in his hands, his gaze still indifferent.
"The concert is an event funded by our company. Everyone in the family will attend."
Su Qingnuan was momentarily stunned and showed a bit of joy. "Does that mean you'll be going too?"
Fu Yihan frowned, "Is what I said hard to understand?"
"...Understood."
Su Qingnuan walked over, stretched out her hand proactively, and pushed Fu Yihan towards the door.
Fu Yihan glanced at her in surprise but did not refuse.
In the house, there was an elevator dedicated for Fu Yihan to go upstairs, and Su Qingnuan enjoyed the rare convenience of not having to climb stairs today.
In the living room, there were already a few people standing sparsely.
Fu Yixing impatiently looked down at his watch. "How much longer are we waiting? We still have to meet clients! If we don't leave now, we'll run out of time!"
Yun Qingrou pressed his shoulder gently and said softly, "No rush, let's wait a bit more."
Fu Yixing pushed her hand away and turned around.
"Well, well!" Fu Yixing noticed the two of them and sneered, "Our Eldest Young Master and Madam finally came downstairs."
Fu Yihan's icy gaze landed on him, but he said nothing.
Fu Yixing tugged at his tie, looking uncomfortable. "What are you staring at me for? We've been waiting for you for so long! Always dragging things out!"
Fu Yihan moved his gaze coldly away. "You don't have to wait."
"...You!" Fu Yixing stepped forward aggressively.
"Yixing!" Yun Qingrou held Fu Yixing's hand and said helplessly, "That's your big brother, why argue with him?"
Fu Yixing caught Yun Qingrou's pleading look and forcibly suppressed his anger.
"Grandfather!" Fu Yixing called out to the old master with an odd tone, "Look at their prestige—now even you don't get this kind of treatment, huh? Everyone in the family has to wait for them!"
The old master glanced at Fu Yihan and asked, "Is everything ready?"
"Yes."
A lukewarm response.
Master Tang sighed with resignation. "Butler, have the driver bring the cars around."
"Yes, sir."
The family moved and stood by the door.
Su Qingnuan and Fu Yixing were in the middle, watching as one car after another pulled up. Su Qingnuan couldn't help but marvel.
The Su family was also a wealthy and noble household, but compared to the extravagant style of the Fu family, it seemed a bit shabby.
Fu Yixing's car arrived first, and Su Qingnuan quickly nudged him to move towards it.
A bodyguard handed Fu Yixing a cane, which he accepted before boarding the car.
Seeing this, Su Qingnuan closed the car door and walked towards the rear.
"Madam." The bodyguard promptly stopped her and said softly, "You'll be taking this car."
"Hmm?" Su Qingnuan looked at the bodyguard in confusion. "Wasn't it said that Mr. Fu doesn't like close interactions?"
"..." The bodyguard coughed softly and lowered his voice. "There will be many reporters at the concert venue."
Su Qingnuan smiled awkwardly and opened the car door to get in.
Fu Yihan sat by the window, occupying nearly two-thirds of the seat.
Su Qingnuan shrank into the corner, keeping herself tightly contained to avoid any physical contact with Fu Yihan.
The car had a faint scent—refreshing and pleasant, very nice.
Su Qingnuan couldn't resist sniffing the air.
Fu Yihan suddenly turned to look at her.
Su Qingnuan quickly hung her head and covered her mouth.
"It's a hypnotic fragrance."
"..."
The hand covering her mouth slid upward slightly.
Seeing her pitifully huddled in the corner, her eyebrows filled with fear as she tightly covered her nose—her face flushed red—
Fu Yihan withdrew his gaze and looked back out the window.
On the black glass, his handsome side profile was reflected, along with a faintly upturned corner of his lips.
The car didn't head directly to the concert venue but stopped at the company building.
A crowd of people in suits flowed out from the entrance, enthusiastically welcoming Master Tang.
Su Qingnuan watched the lively crowd outside, then turned back to glance at Fu Yihan.
Even while seated in the car, the man maintained a straight posture.
It somehow felt... a little lonely.
"What are you looking at?"
Su Qingnuan quickly withdrew her gaze and shook her head. "Nothing."
The car window was suddenly rolled down, revealing the bodyguard's face.
"Eldest Young Master, the old master wants you to get out of the car."
Fu Yihan gave him a cold look and shut the window.
Through the glass, Su Qingnuan could also see the bodyguard walking away in silence.
When she turned back to look at Fu Yihan, he was still the same—
Surrounded by an aura of coldness, keeping everyone at arm's length.
How distinct his personality is indeed...
Su Qingnuan sighed inwardly, lowering her head slowly and pressing against her palm.
When would she also be able to say "no" as freely as this?
"Splash—"
Su Qingnuan blinked and looked down at the water suddenly appearing in her palm.
"Wait for half an hour. Don't let yourself die of thirst."
Su Qingnuan stiffly raised her head to look at Fu Yihan.
He had already closed his eyes, leaning back against the seat.
When he closed his eyes, the coldness on his face diminished considerably, making him look even more refined and handsome.
Yet the deeply furrowed brows still made him seem as strict as ever.
Su Qingnuan lowered her head slowly, gazing at the bottle of mineral water in her hands, and couldn't help but smile faintly.
Actually, this man wasn't as bad as the rumors suggested.
...
They had expected to wait only half an hour, but it turned out to be an hour and a half.
During that time, Su Qingnuan couldn't resist running to the bathroom twice. Finally, after returning the second time, she saw Master Tang and the others.
Tiptoeing back into the car, Su Qingnuan noticed that Fu Yihan, who had been feigning sleep with his eyes closed, was now wide awake.
As if sensing her gaze, Fu Yihan turned his head to look at her.
Their eyes met.
Su Qingnuan quickly lowered her head.
Fu Yihan frowned lightly and stretched his hand toward the front.
The driver skillfully took out a towel.
Fu Yihan unfolded the towel and suddenly placed it over Su Qingnuan's head.
"Ah?"
Su Qingnuan raised her hand to remove it.
Her hand was caught mid-air.
"Don't move," Fu Yihan said sternly.
Su Qingnuan froze, not daring to move.
After a long moment, Fu Yihan let go of her hand, speaking coldly, "If I catch you staring at me again, I'll dig out your eyeballs."
Su Qingnuan's raised hand paused, then slowly lowered.
Forget it. So be it.
Better than losing her eyeballs.
The car started, and amidst the swaying motion, Su Qingnuan surprisingly learned to amuse herself, closing her eyes and feeling out each turn.
It was unclear how long had passed, but when the car stopped moving, Su Qingnuan finally pulled the towel off her head and gazed outside.
On her right was an enormous, curved building. Su Qingnuan recognized it immediately from television—it was the world-famous A City Concert Hall.
She had dreamed countless times of performing on this stage, even if just once...