If she were to collapse here, no one would help her.
A biased mother, a sister who never takes her seriously, and a father who is hardly ever around.
Su Qingnuan raised her head.
Above her was the dazzling ceiling, the massive glass chandelier, yet none could illuminate her increasingly icy heart.
"Now that I've married into the Fu family, I am now one of them." Su Qingnuan said expressionlessly, "I am Su Yuerou, no longer Su Qingnuan."
With that, she turned around and walked away.
Jiang Liyun raised her gaze, but all she could see was her retreating figure.
"Qingnuan!" Jiang Liyun hurriedly chased after her, flustered, "Listen to me, that man isn't suitable for you."
"Not suitable for me?" Su Qingnuan sneered coldly, "Perhaps more suitable for Su Yuerou?"
Jiang Liyun was momentarily speechless, her brows furrowing slightly: "You have to understand, this marriage was originally arranged for your sister. Now while there's still time to reverse things, why not switch places? What harm could it do?"
Su Qingnuan looked at the hand reaching closer to her and smiled faintly.
"Too late."
Fu Yihan already knows she is not Su Yuerou, and the two have come to an agreement. Saying anything now would be meaningless.
She pushed away Jiang Liyun's hand and walked downstairs without a shred of expression.
Fu Yihan sat in his wheelchair in the center of the living room.
Su Yuerou was curled up on the sofa, carefully sneaking glances at him.
The sound of descending footsteps made the bodyguards turn to look, then bow slightly and whisper to Fu Yihan.
Fu Yihan nodded faintly.
The bodyguard straightened up and looked at Su Qingnuan.
"Young Madame, the Eldest Young Master says if there's nothing else, you should leave now."
"Alright."
Su Qingnuan nodded and walked forward directly.
She stopped behind Fu Yihan and placed her hands on the wheelchair's handles.
"Let me push you."
Fu Yihan did not refuse.
Su Qingnuan exerted light force, and the wheelchair rolled forward with her strength.
"Hey! Yuerou! You're not staying for lunch?"
Su Qingnuan tightened her grip and sped up, leaving that annoying voice behind.
Outside the villa, Fu Yihan took the cane handed to him by the bodyguard, stood up, and got into the car.
Su Qingnuan attempted to reach out to assist but was stopped by the bodyguard beside her.
As Fu Yihan entered the car, Su Qingnuan lifted a foot.
"What are you doing?" Fu Yihan glanced at her foot with a less-than-friendly expression.
Su Qingnuan froze slightly and asked cautiously, "I… was getting in."
"Getting in?" Fu Yihan frowned deeply.
The bodyguard appeared just in time, closed the car door, and blocked their line of sight.
"Young Madame, your vehicle is behind us."
Following the bodyguard's gaze, she saw a similar model car trailing behind.
Su Qingnuan looked at the bodyguard with puzzled eyes: "Does the Eldest Young Master's obsession with cleanliness extend to not being able to bear sharing a car with someone?"
The bodyguard responded earnestly, "The Eldest Young Master dislikes physical contact with others."
"..."
Su Qingnuan sighed lightly before turning to get into the vehicle behind.
No Fu Yihan, no members of the Su family—Su Qingnuan leaned back against her chair, her expression relaxing.
Actually, traveling in separate cars wasn't so bad. At least she didn't have to walk on eggshells.
Watching the scenery flutter past the window, Su Qingnuan's brows gradually furrowed.
The Su family was meant to be her sturdy support, yet now it seemed that might not be the case.
The agreement between her and Fu Yihan would eventually crumble. Before that, Su Qingnuan needed to find a reasonable and proper way to leave the Fu family.
Su Qingnuan slowly closed her eyes, clearing her mind to think carefully.
However, by the time the car stopped, Su Qingnuan still hadn't come up with a solution.
"Young Madame, we've arrived."
She opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of the familiar mountain villa.
"Thank you." Su Qingnuan politely expressed gratitude and got out of the car herself.
The car ahead had already come to a halt, and Fu Yihan was stepping out with the help of his cane.
Seeing this, Su Qingnuan jogged forward, reaching out to assist.
Fu Yihan's brows furrowed slightly: "Step aside."
The icy tone and contemptuous expression left Su Qingnuan's hand frozen in mid-air.
Fu Yihan acted as though she did not exist, seated himself down, released the cane, and cast her a frosty glance.
"I told you—I don't like people touching me."
Su Qingnuan awkwardly withdrew her hand, apologetic eyes turned toward him: "Sorry, I just wanted to help..."
"Unnecessary." Fu Yihan's cold gaze swept over her, "Save your insignificant pity."
"...Understood."
Everyone was accustomed to Fu Yihan's ruthless demeanor. As they followed him into the villa, Su Qingnuan was left alone, standing at the door.
Once again, Su Qingnuan felt that in the Fu household, she could only depend on herself.
The two returned fairly early, leaving the house mostly unoccupied.
Fu Yihan retreated to his room, and Su Qingnuan attempted to open the door, only to find it locked.
Left without options, Su Qingnuan headed to the backyard, occupying herself with the plants and flowers.
"So cold, so untouchable, not the least bit adorable!"
Su Qingnuan sulkily jabbed at a leaf in front of her, as if it were the unchanging, stoic face itself.
"Who has dared to upset our beautiful sister-in-law?"
A teasing voice spoke from behind, startling Su Qingnuan. She turned hurriedly.
Fu Yixing, clad in a polished suit, wore a mischievous smile on his handsome face.
Su Qingnuan frowned: "Second Young Master has returned."
"Indeed, I'm back." Fu Yixing stepped closer to Su Qingnuan, his low laugh carried a suggestive tone, "Have you missed me?"
Su Qingnuan recoiled in alarm, shoving at Fu Yixing and shouting sternly: "Fu Yixing! I am your sister-in-law!"
"Sister-in-law?" Fu Yixing scoffed, savoring the term with exaggerated disdain, "My brother, who can't perform his husbandly duties, has such a beauty as a wife. Tell me, how do your nights pass?"
Su Qingnuan's face paled as her ears reddened.
Why could the Fu family's Second Young Master always manage to spew such brazen indecency?
"Oh?" Fu Yixing raised his hand toward Su Qingnuan's face, "Look at that complexion—so pale, so pitifully alluring."
Su Qingnuan dodged his touch, her eyes blazing with disgust: "Fu Yixing, you're crossing the line!"
"Crossing the line?" Fu Yixing chuckled, then suddenly grabbed Su Qingnuan's arm tightly, pulling her against his chest. "You haven't even seen how far I can really go."
With strength, he pinned Su Qingnuan firmly to him, his fingers gliding slimily against her cheek.
"Don't be scared, sister-in-law. Today, I'll teach you about the secrets of boudoir pleasures."
This scoundrel! Did he truly disregard his brother to this extent? Was such depravity even possible?
Su Qingnuan's eyes widened as his face drew closer, her finger twitching slightly.
"Whoosh—"
A sudden gush of water sprayed out, splashing onto Fu Yixing's jaw.
"Hey hey! What is this?!"
Fu Yixing scrambled back, darting to avoid the water, but it seemed to chase him with malicious precision.
Following the stream's trail, he saw Su Qingnuan holding a garden hose.
"Su Yuerou!" Fu Yixing bellowed in fury, "You dare to provoke me!"