A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 102: Is it her?

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Is it her?

As soon as Fu Yanhe spoke up, Fu Yu fell silent.

She was still shocked by his cold indifference towards Xia Ran’s disappearance today.

Fearing Fu Yanhe would really send her to the Xia Family, Fu Yu couldn’t help muttering, "Big brother, you misunderstood me, I didn’t mean that."

"I was just speaking casually, not pointing fingers at anyone..."

Fu Yanhe glanced at her indifferently and let Shen Yanhe push him to the dining table, "I was also speaking casually."

Fu Yu’s heart tightened, and she glared hatefully at Shen Yanhe but dared not speak anymore.

When Jiang Yun came out of the kitchen with freshly made egg custard, she noticed the silent and tense atmosphere at the dining table.

"What’s going on here?" Jiang Yun placed the egg custard in front of Fu Yanhe, asking puzzledly.

Shen Yanhe, sitting next to Fu Yanhe, noticed that the egg custard was only in front of Fu Yanhe and curiously glanced over.

Jiang Yun’s cooking skills were excellent; the bowl of egg custard looked tempting with its silky surface sprinkled with green onions and a few drops of sesame oil.

It was emitting a faint aroma, enticing one’s appetite.

Fu Yanhe noticed Shen Yanhe’s actions and pushed the egg custard toward her, replying coldly, "Nothing much, just that your daughter thinks it’s not good being the Fu Family’s young mistress."

"She wants to go to the Xia Family, to be Xia Ran’s sister."

"No! Big brother, you’re wronging me!" Fu Yu panicked, quickly standing up and pulling on Jiang Yun, pleading, "Mom, I absolutely didn’t mean that, don’t believe big brother!"

Jiang Yun slapped her hand away impatiently, "That’s good to hear. I thought I had mistreated you, making you not want to be my daughter but to be the Xia Family’s daughter instead! Sit down, let’s eat."

As Jiang Yun sat down, she looked at Fu Yanhe and chided, "Can’t you two siblings get along without clashing every time you’re together? Give me a break..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Fu Yanhe moving the egg custard toward Shen Yanhe. Her expression changed slightly, then quickly returned to normal as she asked with a smile, "Oh, Yanyan, you like egg custard too?"

Shen Yanhe paused, "I do."

She shyly smiled, "Back in the countryside, Grandma used to make it for me often."

"Hmph, that’s because there wasn’t much good food in the countryside, right?" Fu Yu’s eyes glittered maliciously, "Meat must have been expensive for you, wasn’t it?"

Jiang Yun shot Fu Yu a warning glance, then stood up and naturally moved the egg custard from Fu Yanhe back beside her, "If you like it, I’ll make it for you next time."

"This egg custard was specially made for Ah He, let him eat first."

Fu Yanhe’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, his slender pale hand touching the edge of the bowl as he was about to move the egg custard beside her, but a delicate hand gently rested on his wrist, stopping him.

Shen Yanhe did not look at him but obediently nodded to Jiang Yun, "Okay, Mom."

Hearing this, Fu Yanhe stopped any further action, eating calmly.

After eating for a while, Jiang Yun sighed and, holding her chopsticks, turned to Fu Yanhe, "You all must have heard about Xia Ran’s issue, right?"

Fu Yanhe, maintaining his expression, picked a piece of meat for the earnestly eating Shen Yanhe, and hummed indifferently.

"It’s unclear who the girl offended, but being abducted is one thing, to have also taken that kind of drug..."

Jiang Yun lamented, "It has led to her being hospitalized now, and the Yan Family wants to call off the engagement; her life is pretty much ruined."

"Ah He, considering the long relationship between our two families, find some time to visit her in the hospital, she’s quite pitiful now."

"Yes, big brother!" Fu Yu interjected, "Sister Xia Ran used to like you so much; she would definitely be very happy if you could visit her."

Fu Yanhe’s expression remained calm, his agile hand deftly removing the bones from the fish on his plate, placing the boneless fish meat into Shen Yanhe’s bowl, his tone nonchalant, "I know, I will take Yanyan with me when I go."

Fu Yu’s throat tightened, biting her chopstick and muttering, "You’re even taking her to see her... Sister Xia Ran will be so heartbroken."

Shen Yanhe quietly ate her meal, diminishing her presence.

"Ah! I forgot, I still have bone soup simmering on the stove!" Jiang Yun heard the beeping sound from the kitchen, exclaimed, and hastily stood up and ran towards the kitchen.

Fu Yu did not want to stay with Fu Yanhe and followed her: "Mom, let me help you with that."

After the two had left, Fu Yanhe picked up a clean spoon, scooped up a spoonful of egg custard for Shen Yanhe, and said in an even tone, neither lightly nor heavily, "Next time you want to eat, just eat, no need to consider others."

Shen Yanhe blinked, felt a sweetness at the heart, and obediently responded.

Taking advantage of Jiang Yun’s absence, she ate from Fu Yanhe’s hand with an "awoo" sound.

When her taste buds touched the smooth and fresh flavor of the egg custard, Shen Yanhe sharply tasted a hint of bitterness within.

This is...

Her expression slightly changed, and she tasted carefully with her tongue, her eyes growing darker.

When she was learning medicine from the old man, he had trained her to taste medicine with her tongue because ancient doctors needed to understand the flavor of the medicine they prescribed.

This was to avoid being sabotaged by others who might mix harmful substances into the medicine.

Thus, her tongue had been trained by the old man to be highly sensitive to medicinal substances.

If she was not mistaken, someone had added a medicinal substance to this egg custard!

Thinking back to the poison on Fu Yanhe’s body...

Shen Yanhe’s eyes darkened, her spine chilled, and her limbs felt cold.

Fu Yanhe noticed the change in her expression, slightly tilted his head, and looked at her with curiosity, "What’s wrong?"

Shen Yanhe suddenly came back to her senses, reached out for a napkin, and without changing her expression, spat out the egg custard, wrapping it in the napkin: "Nothing, I accidentally bit my tongue."

Fu Yanhe frowned slightly, his long, pale fingers pinching her chin, forcing her to look up at him: "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and let me see."

Shen Yanhe hesitated for a moment, holding the napkin with the egg custard in it and discreetly stashed it in her pocket, slightly tilting her face: "It’s not painful, it’s nothing."

The cool fingers pinching her chin suddenly tightened, Fu Yanhe’s tone carried a hint of command: "Open your mouth."

Shen Yanhe’s ears flushed with embarrassment and under his forceful gesture, she opened her mouth, gingerly sticking out her tender tongue.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes were deep and dark, his face calm as he inspected her: "It’s alright, just a bit red. I’ll spray some medicine on it when we get back to the room."

At that moment, Fu Yu and Jiang Yun just happened to come out, holding a basin of bone soup. Fu Yu, seeing his and Shen Yanhe’s actions, couldn’t help but exclaim dramatically: "Wow! Big brother, what are you guys doing?"

"Just having a meal, can’t you hold back?"

Fu Yanhe glanced at her dismissively, releasing the chin of the blushing Shen Yanhe, and scoffed coldly: "Dirty minds see everything as dirty."

Fu Yu pouted and stamped her foot, complaining to Jiang Yun: "Mom! Look at big brother! He’s picking on me again!"

Jiang Yun glanced discreetly at the egg custard by Fu Yanhe’s side, noticing a spoon had been used, her eyes flickered lightly, and she chided gently: "It’s because you provoked him first."

"Enough, stop arguing, let’s eat. After eating, go rest."

Jiang Yun placed the basin containing the bone soup on the table and called for Fu Yu to sit down and eat.

Shen Yanhe’s face was crimson, appearing very shy, but her eyes were sharply observing Jiang Yun.

Throughout the meal, Jiang Yun acted naturally, not particularly urging Fu Yanhe to finish the egg custard, and when she seemingly unintentionally prevented him from eating it, she did not show any displeasure.

It seemed as if she had no idea that the egg custard had been tampered with.

Shen Yanhe’s eyelashes lowered slightly, feeling the object in her pocket.

Could it have been her?