Fu Yihan helped Yun Meifeng stand up, frowned as he looked at Fu Yihan, and gritted his teeth: "Fu Yihan, you’ve gone too far!"
Yun Meifeng quickly pulled Fu Yihan back, speaking softly: "Don’t blame your brother, it’s my words that were out of line."
"What did you say that would make him treat you ? You’re an elder! No matter what was said, he shouldn’t have treated you this way!"
Yun Meifeng smiled faintly and shook her head, releasing the hand covering her forehead.
A line of blood trickled down her forehead.
Fu Yihan exclaimed in shock: "She’s bleeding!"
Yun Meifeng froze briefly, puzzled, and looked at the palm of her hand.
Her palm was stained with blood, and Yun Meifeng stared at the bloodstain for a moment before suddenly closing her eyes and fainting.
Fu Yihan supported Yun Meifeng, his eyes full of hatred as he glared at Fu Yihan: "You just wait!"
He carried Yun Meifeng on his back and left the room.
Fu Yihan witnessed the entire ordeal, yet there wasn’t a trace of emotion in his expression.
Once the door closed, Fu Yihan withdrew his gaze and looked toward the door on the right.
Fu Yihan’s voice carried an unyielding authority, laced with intense hostility.
The door slowly opened, and Su Qingnuan carefully stepped out.
"Well... um..." Su Qingnuan nervously fiddled with her hair, "I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I just woke up and overheard you talking."
Fu Yihan glanced at her indifferently, then turned his back to her.
"Go bring me some wine."
"Huh?" Su Qingnuan’s gaze fell toward his feet, perplexed: "You’re still drinking?"
Fu Yihan stopped, turned to look at her.
The cold stare sent Su Qingnuan’s heart racing.
"I got it!" Su Qingnuan quickly opened the door and stepped out.
The bodyguards stationed at the entrance lowered their heads in greeting as Su Qingnuan came out.
"Uh-huh!" Su Qingnuan smiled and asked, "Fu Yihan said he wants wine. Where’s his stash?"
"The wine cellar is in the basement, it’s specially stocked with red wine. Look for the bottles labeled ’Eldest Young Master.’"
"Oh, got it!" Su Qingnuan nodded in understanding and quickly jogged downstairs.
As she passed through the living room, Su Qingnuan saw Fu Yihan and Yun Meifeng standing there, seemingly in the middle of a conversation.
After retrieving red wine from the wine cellar, Su Qingnuan found that the people in the living room were already gone.
She glanced around in confusion but didn’t dare linger and headed upstairs.
Seeing the door ajar, Su Qingnuan pushed it open and walked in.
"Fu Yihan, I found..."
As soon as she saw the people inside the room, Su Qingnuan swallowed her words abruptly.
Old Master Fu was sitting across from Fu Yihan, the two locked in tense confrontation.
The atmosphere in the room was off, and Su Qingnuan glanced at the bottle of red wine in her hands, quietly hiding it behind her back.
Old Master Fu’s cold gaze landed on her: "Since you brought it, then put it down."
Su Qingnuan hesitated briefly and looked at Fu Yihan.
Fu Yihan remained unmoved, his expression indifferent.
"Why are you looking at him?" Old Master Fu’s tone became sharper, "I told you to put it down."
Su Qingnuan quickly and cautiously stepped forward, carefully placing the red wine bottle down.
Looking at the lone bottle of red wine on the table, the smile at the corner of Old Master Fu’s mouth grew colder.
"You know your body isn’t suitable for drinking, and yet you still indulge?"
Fu Yihan’s gaze was frigid: "Whether I drink or not, it won’t change anything, so why not drink?"
"...Fu Yihan!" Old Master Fu slapped his thigh in fury, "Are you trying to provoke me so you can feel at peace?"
Fu Yihan curled his lips into a mocking smile: "I wouldn’t dare."
"Wouldn’t dare? Given how you’ve behaved, it seems the only things left you haven’t done are arson and murder!"
"Oh? If I did commit arson or murder, wouldn’t you still find a way to protect me?"
Old Master Fu suddenly stood up, barking angrily: "Fu Yihan! Don’t you push it too far! Yun Meifeng’s injury was caused by you, wasn’t it? If this continues, do you plan to overthrow the heavens?"
Fu Yihan’s eyes finally hinted at amusement: "Haven’t I already done that?"
Old Master Fu’s gaze burned with fury, but he remained fixed on Fu Yihan without making a move.
After a long silence, Old Master Fu turned his eyes toward Su Qingnuan.
Su Qingnuan froze, an ominous feeling creeping into her heart.
"Qingnuan! We let you marry into this family hoping you’d assist Fu Yihan. But now, you’re just standing by, letting him act recklessly?"
Su Qingnuan bowed her head without saying a word.
How did their argument end up involving her?
"Although you’ve only been married for a few days, you’ve seen how much freedom we’ve given you. You’re now Mrs. Fu, and the entire Fu family listens to you. If you can’t even manage this small matter with Fu Yihan, how are we supposed to trust you?"
"...Grandfather is right." Su Qingnuan nodded.
Fu Yihan glanced at her submissive demeanor, a wry smile flashing across his face.
"You’re husband and wife now; you should be of one mind. No matter what he does, you must guide him. Understand?" Old Master Fu’s words were directed at Su Qingnuan, but his gaze never left Fu Yihan.
Clearly, he was speaking through her to rebuke Fu Yihan.
Su Qingnuan felt aggrieved but still nodded and replied: "Understood."
Seeing her reluctant expression, Old Master Fu snorted coldly: "What? Don’t like my nagging or think I’m wrong?"
Su Qingnuan dared not respond.
"Of course not." Su Qingnuan nodded and smiled politely: "Grandfather, you’re absolutely right. I’ll... I’ll work on guiding Yihan better."
"Good." Old Master Fu’s anger dissipated significantly as he slowly sat down. "About Yun Meifeng, apologize to her this time."
Fu Yihan raised a brow: "No."
"You were the one to harm her first. If word of this spreads, what will people think of us?" Old Master Fu’s deep voice carried authority.
But Fu Yihan remained unimpressed, chuckling coldly as he turned and entered his room.
"Hey!" Old Master Fu quickly stood up and followed, "Fu Yihan! Are you a child, acting so willful?"
The door slammed shut right in front of Old Master Fu.
Old Master Fu angrily pounded the door, but no response came from inside.
After a long moment, Old Master Fu turned to Su Qingnuan.
Su Qingnuan immediately straightened her posture and spoke softly: "Don’t worry, Grandfather, I’ll make sure to talk to him!"
"Hm." Old Master Fu nodded in satisfaction, his expression softening as he looked at her. "A marriage works best when the couple supports each other—that’s what makes it long-lasting."
Su Qingnuan forced a smile and nodded: "Yes, Grandfather, your advice is wise."
Old Master Fu patted Su Qingnuan’s shoulder and made his way toward the door.
Su Qingnuan exhaled deeply and prepared to follow, but suddenly, Old Master Fu stopped.
He turned his head to glance at a partially open door on the right, his expression curious: "When was Yihan’s room partitioned off? What’s inside?"
Su Qingnuan felt her heart skip a beat and quickly stepped forward, blocking the view of the slightly open door.
"Grandfather, it’s a space Yihan cleared for me just to store my piano."