Su Qingnuan froze.
She had actually forgotten that there was still a Demon King waiting for her inside the room.
Given Fu Yihan's brutal and cold-blooded demeanor, the likelihood of him throwing her out immediately was probably one hundred percent.
Su Qingnuan raised her gaze, looking toward the man in the distance.
Fu Yihan sat in a wheelchair, and behind him was a desk slightly shorter than those used by most people.
"Mr. Fu, I was left with no choice." Su Qingnuan forced a bitter smile.
Fu Yihan let out a cold snort and glanced at the bodyguard.
The bodyguard understood, grabbing Su Qingnuan by the collar and lifting her up.
Watching the bodyguard's hand move toward the door, Su Qingnuan hurriedly clung onto the handle and exclaimed anxiously, "No, no! Can we discuss this calmly?"
Her small face was pale, lacking the flush most people would have after exertion. Her watery eyes looked pitifully at Fu Yihan, full of grievance.
Faced with such a delicate plea, Fu Yihan remained unmoved, his right hand lifting slightly.
The bodyguard tightened his grip and pulled Su Qingnuan away.
Su Qingnuan was like a slippery creature, twisting and turning so much that the bodyguard struggled to hold onto her.
Sensing the force behind her slacken slightly, Su Qingnuan mustered all her strength and dashed toward Fu Yihan.
Fu Yihan's eyes widened as he watched her charge at him.
Su Qingnuan suddenly clung to his leg and said urgently, "Mr. Fu, if you're throwing me out, let's go out together."
His legs, firm in structure but weak in strength, remained motionless in Su Qingnuan's grasp without resistance.
Su Qingnuan felt she wasn't clinging tightly enough and secretly exerted more force.
In the empty room, there was no sound from the bodyguards or Fu Yihan. Only the persistent knocking outside the door echoed faintly.
The temperature around them suddenly dropped, and even Su Qingnuan began to tremble.
She shakily raised her head, meeting those deep, uncanny eyes. She froze.
Fu Yihan's usual gaze, when looking at people, could pierce them with icy shards.
But now, his gaze was eerily calm. Abnormally calm. As if he were observing a corpse, with contempt and disdain.
"I..."
Su Qingnuan slowly released her grip, her voice carrying notes of apology.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
The bodyguard quickly stepped forward, grabbed Su Qingnuan, and began to carry her out the door.
"Wait."
The icy voice made the bodyguard's muscles stiffen, and even Su Qingnuan felt the tremors.
"Put her down. You leave. Stand guard outside."
The bodyguard quickly let go of Su Qingnuan and fled the room as if escaping from danger.
Watching the swiftly shut door, Su Qingnuan couldn't help but find the situation ironic.
That escape was way too fast. She hadn't even fully processed it yet!
"Su Qingnuan."
A sinister tone, like the voice of a demon from hell.
Su Qingnuan difficultly turned her head. Fu Yihan was wheeling himself closer to her.
"Mr. Fu..." Su Qingnuan raised her hands protectively over her head, speaking with effort, "Maybe we can talk this through?"
"Heh—"
A gust of ominous air made Su Qingnuan wish she could run away.
But with the firmly shut door and the daunting barrier blocking her, where could she even run?
Her right hand brushed against something cold, and her peripheral vision spotted the silver-white wheel.
"Look up."
The voice, now so close, made Su Qingnuan even more terrified.
A hand suddenly grabbed her chin, forcing Su Qingnuan to lift her head.
Fu Yihan was staring at her.
Realizing this, Su Qingnuan couldn't help but shut her eyes tightly.
"Open your eyes," Fu Yihan said again.
Su Qingnuan tentatively asked, "Can I not open them?"
"Open your eyes."
The impatient voice carried traces of coldness.
Su Qingnuan calculated—opening or closing her eyes would both be a punishment. Better to obey; maybe it would reduce her suffering!
Like a butterfly opening its wings, she slowly revealed her pure yet frightened eyes.
Su Qingnuan paused in surprise.
The fury she had anticipated wasn't there. He was simply looking at her, with a probing gaze.
"Mr. Fu?" Su Qingnuan carefully ventured, "What are you doing?"
Fu Yihan stared at her eyes, his expression unreadable.
"Are you scared?"
Her body trembled so obviously—how could she not be scared?
But his question—could it mean that he wasn't as angry anymore?
Su Qingnuan felt a flicker of hope and cautiously replied, "Yes, I'm scared."
...
She was scared—Fu Yihan could see it clearly reflected in her eyes. Fear glimmered within them. Yet what he sought wasn't fear.
"No hatred," Fu Yihan murmured.
"What?" Su Qingnuan looked at him questioningly. "You're speaking so quietly—I couldn't hear you."
Fu Yihan fell silent, continuing to fix his gaze on Su Qingnuan.
Su Qingnuan blinked, and as no harm came her way, the fear in her eyes began to slowly dissipate.
Fu Yihan's hand suddenly tightened its grip, prompting a cry of pain from Su Qingnuan as her brows furrowed.
"It hurts..."
Fu Yihan stared intently into her eyes, never once averting his gaze.
But still, he found nothing.
"What are you doing?"
Su Qingnuan's eyes brimmed with tears, her voice growing soft and quivering.
Fu Yihan frowned slightly and forcefully pushed her away.
Su Qingnuan propped herself up, rubbing at her sore jaw.
Seeing the look of grievance on her face, Fu Yihan coldly commanded, "Get out."
"..."
The knocking outside had already ceased. Su Qingnuan got up, moved in small, slow steps, and left the room.
The bodyguard still stood outside. Seeing Su Qingnuan emerge completely unharmed, he was visibly surprised.
Yet Su Qingnuan had no time to pay attention to anyone's reaction. Upon realizing Fu Yihan wasn't nearby, Su Qingnuan entered the room across the hall.
This room, compared to Fu Yihan's, was much smaller, but at least it was clean.
She locked the door from the inside and slowly shuffled toward the bed.
Collapsing onto it, Su Qingnuan stared blankly at the ceiling.
Her heart continued to race. Compared to her usual quiet self, tonight she had said too much and done too much.
Su Qingnuan slowly closed her eyes.
She was so tired.
Within her, a voice kept yelling at her to close her eyes.
No!
Su Qingnuan jerked her eyes open.
Her chest heaved violently, and a suffocating feeling engulfed her.
Her medicine—her medicine was in that room!
Su Qingnuan clutched her chest, struggling to rise to her feet.
After taking just two steps, she collapsed onto the floor.
She couldn't afford to fall...
Her fingers gripped the floor tightly, turning pale. Slowly and resolutely, she crawled toward the door.
Just one more step. One more effort, and she could call for help.
Su Qingnuan's face flushed red as she mustered every ounce of her strength to inch forward.
"Bang—"
...
Fu Yihan lifted his gaze, staring at the person before him in confusion.
"What is it?"
The bodyguard stiffly placed a bottle of medication on the desk.
"This is the young mistress's medicine."
Medicine?
Fu Yihan froze briefly, lowering his eyes to glance at his watch.
Seven o'clock in the evening.
She probably hadn't taken her medication yet.
Skipping one dose shouldn't be a big issue.
Fu Yihan waved his hand. "Got it. You can leave now."
The bodyguard nodded and left promptly.
Fu Yihan picked up his pen and returned to his work.
As his fingers moved, they suddenly froze mid-air.
Fu Yihan furrowed his brows slightly.
Putting down the pen, he picked up the bottle of medication and headed toward the door.