<h4>Chapter 43: Chapter 43 ces You Shouldn’t Go</h4><h4></h4>


    After speaking, Jiang Xiaoyuan turned and walked downstairs.


    As she passed Su Qingnuan, she suddenly stopped.


    Her bloodshot eyes red cruelly at her: "You just wait!"


    "..."


    What did she do to deserve this?


    Watching Jiang Xiaoyuan leave in a fit of anger, Su Qingnuan felt a bit bewildered.


    "Come upstairs," Fu Yihan suddenly said.


    Holding onto the staircase as she ascended, Su Qingnuan curiously asked, "Mr. Fu, has she officially dered herself your enemy now?"


    "It doesn’t matter."


    The nonchnt tone made it sound like he was discussing what to have for lunch.


    From this, Su Qingnuan realized that Fu Yihan genuinely didn’t care about this girl.


    The way she loudly demanded answers just now—Su Qingnuan had once resembled that herself. If it weren’t for her arrogance, Su Qingnuan might have felt a bit more empathetic.


    "To the study," Fu Yihan said.


    Eagerly, Su Qingnuan reached out and gently pushed Fu Yihan toward the study.


    Once the two entered the study, Aqi sensibly stayed outside.


    "Help me organize those books," Fu Yihan pointed to the pile of books stacked in the corner, frowning. "All of these are what you’ll need to read in the future."


    "Ah?" Su Qingnuan’s gaze fell on the disorganized pile of books. Although none of them seemed particrly thick, the sheer volume formed a small mountain. "So many?"


    "There’s even more," Fu Yihan said, his teasing smile carrying a hint of amusement.


    "...I’ll get to it right away!"


    Sitting in the corner, she patiently sorted and organized the books by category.


    Meanwhile, the other person in the room sat at the desk typing away at the keyboard.


    In the quiet study, the sound of books being moved and the cking of the keyboard seemed surprisingly harmonious.


    As dusk descended, Su Qingnuan raised her head, yellow rays of the sunset bathed her fingers, radiating warmth.


    Outside, in the distant mountains, a faint glimmer of light was fading.


    As the light gradually disappeared with time, Su Qingnuan withdrew her gaze with a faint smile—and froze.


    At some point, the sound of the keyboard had stopped.


    The stern-faced man who had been focused on his work nowy slumped over the desk.


    The quiet atmosphere emboldened Su Qingnuan. She stood up cautiously and tiptoed toward the desk.


    His face was turned to the side, revealing half of Fu Yihan’s features.


    That perfect profile—his prominent nose, slightly parted lips. The tale of Sleeping Beauty might be old, but one couldn’t help wondering, was there perhaps a story about a Sleeping Prince?


    As humans, why is it that some are born inherently better-looking than others?


    Chuckling softly at her peculiar thoughts, Su Qingnuan retrieved a nket from the cab and carefully draped it over Fu Yihan, then quietly left the study.


    Little did she know, the moment the door closed, those tightly shut eyes suddenly snapped open.


    Sitting upright, the man stared thoughtfully in the direction of the door, lost in contemtion.


    ...


    "Young Madam," Aqi asked curiously, ncing behind her.


    "He fell asleep," Su Qingnuan replied softly. "I put a nket over him before leaving. Don’t disturb him for now—we’ll eat dinner a littleter."


    "Understood."


    "I’ll head downstairs to help first. You can go in afterwards."


    "Alright."


    Descending the stairs quietly, Su Qingnuan immediately spotted Grandpa Fu seated on the sofa across from Yun Meifeng.


    "Grandpa, you can’t be so unfair! Yihan is your grandson! Yixing is also your grandson!"


    Pausing halfway down the staircase, Su Qingnuan sat quietly, listening.


    "What nonsense is this? They’re both my grandsons, so how could I y favorites?" Grandpa’s tone carried a hint of impatience.


    "Since you insist you aren’t biased, why not assign Yixing a meaningful position? He’s been working at thepany for years now and is still just a lowly manager. Meanwhile, look at Yihan! He’s been president before and still holds that title now! What will people say if they hear this?"


    "...If you want him promoted, he needs to aplish something first. Only then can he earn a promotion!"


    "..."


    After a brief silence, Yun Meifeng raised her voice: "Then tell me, what counts as an aplishment? The major client he brought in for the Fu family before wasn’t a ster achievement, wasn’t it hugely profitable for us?"


    "Don’t bring up that major client anymore! Who knows where they’ve disappeared to now? Profitable? If the staff hadn’t meticulously examined the ounts, the Fu family would’ve been made fools of by their deception!"


    "...What happened?"


    "Go ask Yixing yourself!"


    With that, the sound of the cane tapping on the floor echoed loudly.


    Only after the downstairs area quieted again did Su Qingnuan rise and descend further.


    The living room was now empty, but Su Qingnuan nced toward Grandpa’s bedroom, her brows furrowing.


    So, has Fu Yihan truly taken charge of the Fu family?


    Yet, looking at his casual demeanor all day, it doesn’t seem like it.....


    But does it really matter who the head is? Sooner orter, she’ll leave this ce anyway.


    With this thought in mind, Su Qingnuan withdrew her gaze and turned toward the kitchen.


    In truth, the kitchen didn’t require her assistance, but Su Qingnuan didn’t know what else to do. The kitchen staff seemed more approachable, so she enjoyeding here to lend a hand.


    "Young Madam is here again?" The chef smiled as he presented freshly-cooked braised pork. "Perfect timing—please have a taste. If you like it, I’ll make more for you."


    Excited, she walked over and took a small bite.


    The rich aroma of the meat filled the air.


    She couldn’t help but give a thumbs up: "Delicious!"


    "Then I’ll make sure to serve extra for youter!" The chef beamed warmly.


    "Great! Thank you, Uncle!"


    "No need to thank me, Young Madam. It’s my job after all."


    Settling into a familiar spot, Su Qingnuan smiled gently as she picked up some leafy vegetables: "Anything unwashed left for me today?"


    "All washed already. These are specially set aside for you—once you’re done, dinner will be ready."


    Specially reserved?


    Feeling a little embarrassed, Su Qingnuan put them down and looked gratefully at the chef. "Uncle, am I troubling you all?"


    "Oh my, of course not!" The chef’s smile grew even wider. "Having Young Madam here to chat with us is a joy. We’re delighted, and you don’t need to lift a finger in the first ce!"


    "Does that mean I can stille here in the future?" Su Qingnuan quietly asked.


    "Absolutely!" The chef set down his utensils and apuded with enthusiasm. "We warmly wee you!"


    Amid the apuse, Su Qingnuan bashfully lowered her head and focused on sorting the vegetables.


    Preparing vegetables was a rxing activity for Su Qingnuan. She didn’t have to worry about other issues, only needing to concentrate on the leaves in her hands.


    After finishing, the aroma of food permeated the kitchen.


    "I’m done." Handing the vegetables to the chef, Su Qingnuan waved cheerfully: "Alright, I’ll head out now!"


    "Alright, Young Madam!"


    Leaving the kitchen, Su Qingnuan was in high spirits, her smile unwavering.


    But out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a cold stare. Su Qingnuan’s expression froze, her smile slowly fading away.


    "Where did you go?" Fu Yihan asked.


    "...The kitchen."


    "Don’t go there again."


    "....."