"Why are you standing there in a daze?"
Fu Yihan's cool and indifferent voice broke through Su Qingnuan's dreamy reverie.
"Oh."
She opened the car door, stepped out, and obediently began pushing Fu Yihan's wheelchair, following behind the crowd.
Old Master Fu led the way, engaging warmly with various prominent figures as he moved forward.
Meanwhile, Fu Yixing busily trailed close to Old Master Fu, diligently making his presence known.
As a result, Fu Yihan and Su Qingnuan, who walked at the rear, drew little attention.
The few people who did glance their way were quickly deterred by Fu Yihan's overwhelming aura, keeping their distance.
At the front of the music hall were a few steps of stairs. Su Qingnuan noticed them and instinctively looked to the bodyguards for help.
However, the bodyguards stared straight ahead, ignoring her entirely.
The wheelchair stopped before the stairs, and Su Qingnuan softly said, "Shall I help you...?"
"No need," Fu Yihan interrupted, glancing behind him.
Someone approached with a cane in hand.
Fu Yihan braced himself against the cane, standing upright, and began ascending the steps one at a time.
The nearby bodyguards offered no assistance, merely observing him quietly as he moved up.
Seeing Fu Yihan finally reach the last stair, the bodyguards lifted the wheelchair and carried it up.
Lowering himself back into the seat, Fu Yihan's expression remained unchanged. "Let's go."
Su Qingnuan hurried forward, nervously pushing Fu Yihan further inside.
Before they could enter the hall, Fu Yixing blocked their way.
"Big Brother, there are stairs everywhere in the front. It's inconvenient for you to move around. Why don't you take the back entrance?" Fu Yixing stared at him with smug malice, the corners of his lips curling into a triumphant smile.
Fu Yihan glanced at him and said nothing.
Fu Yixing frowned, his gaze shifting before settling on Su Qingnuan.
"Aren't you the perfect sister-in-law? So dutiful, standing faithfully by my brother's side."
Su Qingnuan tightened her grip on the wheelchair's handles, remaining silent.
Fu Yixing sneered coldly, then turned and walked inside.
As Fu Yixing grew further away and the crowd began to disperse, a bodyguard leaned down respectfully. "Eldest Young Master, everything is ready."
"Hmm."
The bodyguard walked over to Su Qingnuan, glancing briefly at her hands.
Su Qingnuan hesitated before stepping aside and releasing her grip.
The bodyguard took over her position, pushing Fu Yihan toward the hall's right side.
Were they really taking the back entrance?
It puzzled Su Qingnuan. The Fu Yihan she knew was cold and confident—why would a few mere steps push him to use the back entrance?
Others, too, were curious, including a handful of reporters.
Watching the reporters follow closely behind, Su Qingnuan felt she couldn't stand idly by and followed suit.
The bodyguard pushed Fu Yihan for a moment before suddenly coming to a halt, then headed toward the building.
In just the blink of an eye, they disappeared.
The reporters trailing behind raised their cameras, snapping frantically.
"Since when was there an elevator here? Last time I was here, I didn't see one."
"I heard the music hall's owner specially added it to accommodate Fu Yihan."
"Amazing! We've got ourselves an exclusive scoop today!"
"Quick, keep taking pictures!"
The clicking of shutters and flashing of lights were relentless, leaving Su Qingnuan momentarily stunned.
Suddenly, the bodyguard reappeared, scanning the area before his gaze landed sharply on Su Qingnuan. His brows furrowed slightly.
Su Qingnuan jolted back to awareness and hurried over.
"Sorry about that," Su Qingnuan apologized with a polite smile.
The bodyguard gave her a brief look before turning away indifferently. "Let's go. Eldest Young Master is waiting inside."
The bodyguard approached the sensor at the glass door. With a beep, it slid open.
Su Qingnuan quickly followed the bodyguard inside.
Through the glass door, she could see Fu Yihan sitting impatiently within.
His cold gaze briefly landed on her, and she reflexively lowered her head.
Fu Yihan withdrew his eyes. "Let's go."
The three of them entered the elevator.
Beyond the glass door, there was no other pathway—just a single elevator.
The elevator's walls were entirely glass, resembling one of those observation lifts in large shopping malls, offering a clear view of the surrounding area.
The elevator stopped on the third floor. The bodyguard stepped out first, standing guard at the entrance.
Fu Yihan glanced at Su Qingnuan.
She understood immediately and moved forward to push his wheelchair out.
Just as they exited, voices carried from the direction ahead.
"It's a great honor for Old Master Fu to personally visit our music hall. Of course, we should have gone out to greet him..."
Su Qingnuan raised her gaze, noticing a group emerging from the opposite elevator, led by none other than Old Master Fu.
When Old Master Fu saw Fu Yihan and the others, his steps paused briefly, and he looked at the man beside him with a faint smile. "Director Jin, your thoughtfulness has been well received by the Fu family."
Following Old Master Fu's line of sight, Director Jin smiled warmly. "Eldest Young Master is the cornerstone of the Fu family. Ensuring convenience for him is the least we can do."
What a sycophant!
Though Su Qingnuan had witnessed plenty of flatterers in the Su family, she had never seen someone shower compliments so blatantly and unapologetically.
Old Master Fu chuckled softly and approached Fu Yihan.
"Yihan, did you notice Director Jin's thoughtfulness?"
Fu Yihan turned his head slightly, eyeing the man's ingratiating expression. His lips curved faintly, sneering lightly, "Unforgettable."
Director Jin maintained his composure, his smile unwavering. "Eldest Young Master, Old Master, this way, please. We've reserved the best seats with the prime view—VIP, of course!"
Old Master Fu smiled and began walking inside.
Understanding the cue, Su Qingnuan exerted more force on her hands as she pushed Fu Yihan to follow.
The so-called VIP section was merely a high-level room offering a direct view of the stage.
When everyone entered the room, they saw their names already marked on their seats.
Old Master Fu settled into the first row, leaving the seat beside him empty.
Su Qingnuan lowered her eyes, glancing hesitantly at Fu Yihan.
He remained indifferent, not urging her to move forward.
As Old Master Fu took his seat and turned to glance at her, Su Qingnuan finally wheeled Fu Yihan over.
After arranging his seat properly, Su Qingnuan straightened her posture.
"Where are you going?"
Su Qingnuan froze for a moment and turned back to look at Fu Yihan.
Fu Yihan gestured toward the empty seat beside him. "Sit here."
The name pasted on the chair—"Fu Yixing"—stood out distinctly.
"...This seat belongs to the Second Young Master," Su Qingnuan said cautiously.
Fu Yihan's cold gaze shot over. "I told you to sit here."
"...."
Reluctantly, Su Qingnuan moved slowly to sit down.
She couldn't defy Fu Yihan, especially not in such a public setting. If she were to contradict him, who knows how the crowd outside might react.
Seated now, Su Qingnuan felt restless.
Given Fu Yixing's personality, resolving this issue might not be so simple...
At first, Fu Yixing didn't seem to care about the matter of seating. However, once the music hall staff had all left, he strode up to Su Qingnuan.
"Get up," Fu Yixing demanded harshly.
Su Qingnuan said nothing but turned toward Fu Yihan for support.
Fu Yihan remained motionless, his eyes closed as he reclined against the wheelchair, exuding unshaken composure.
"This is my seat." Fu Yixing raised his voice, anger barely concealed in his tone.
Su Qingnuan frowned slightly, stealing a glance at the still-unresponsive Fu Yihan. She held the armrest and silently stood up.