A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 108 Legal Viewing

Chapter 108: Chapter 108 Legal Viewing

Having returned to the manor, Jiang Yun was already busy preparing dinner with the auntie.

Shen Yanhe greeted her and went upstairs to change into house clothes.

Just as she finished changing, a message alert sounded from the phone she had left on the bed, and a message with a hidden number popped up.

[Miss Shen, Fu Xiao has been transferred from Haicheng to the Jing City branch. Everything is ready, and the operation will take place tonight.]

Shen Yanhe lowered her gaze to fasten the buttons of her shirt, slightly bending over, her slender hand picked up the phone and tapped a response.

[Hmm, proceed according to plan.]

After sending the message, Shen Yanhe tapped on the screen again, deleting the message that had been sent to her before she took the phone and left the room.

When she arrived in the living room, she found that Fu Yanhe had already returned, sitting by the French windows, browsing through documents with his gaze cast downward.

The afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the window, casting a hazy glow over the man, softening the shadows of his features significantly and even adding a touch of gentleness.

Perhaps it was because Shen Yanhe had been applying scar removal ointment to his face daily; from a distance, the horrific scars on his face seemed much lighter, and his eyes and brows unexpectedly revealed a rare clarity and handsomeness.

Fu Yanhe, feeling the gaze upon him, lifted his head and looked directly towards Shen Yanhe.

The look he gave her was gentle and calm.

He closed the document he had in his hand, placed it aside, and said, "Come here."

Shen Yanhe’s cat-like eyes blinked slightly as she walked toward him, "When did you get back?"

"Just now," Fu Yanhe nodded in response.

He led Shen Yanhe to sit on the sofa next to him and asked her, "Mom mentioned you went to the hospital today to see Xiaohuai and Grandma. How is Xiaohuai’s condition?"

"Hmm." As soon as Xiaohuai was mentioned, Shen Yanhe’s eyes softened, and she replied with a smile, "He’s doing well. He can undergo the bone marrow transplant surgery in a few days."

Fu Yanhe turned his head to look at her, his voice very faint, "Then let’s get him a full body examination tomorrow. If all his metrics are up to standard, we’ll commence with the surgery."

Shen Yanhe felt gratitude in her heart, "Thank you, Fu Yanhe."

Fu Yanhe’s hand resting on his knee curled slightly, "You are my wife, there’s no need to thank me."

As the two conversed, Jiang Yun and the auntie had already brought out the dinner from the kitchen, "That girl Fu Yu is chasing after Qi Yunqian again! She’s not coming back for dinner tonight, it’s really infuriating!"

She called out to Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe, "You two come and eat."

"Coming," Shen Yanhe responded, pushing Fu Yanhe towards the dining table.

As they sat down, her gaze covertly swept over the dishes on the table.

On her seat was a bowl of steamed egg custard, while in front of Fu Yanhe was a bowl of clear and transparent chicken soup.

Shen Yanhe couldn’t help but focus on that bowl of chicken soup.

In her heart, she wondered if that bowl of chicken soup had been poisoned.

Jiang Yun, sitting opposite them, noticed Shen Yanhe’s gaze and spoke up, "Didn’t Yanyan say yesterday that you like steamed egg custard? I made egg custard for you today and chicken soup for Ahhe."

Shen Yanhe paused, then turned her attention to the egg custard in front of her, a flicker of complex emotion crossing her heart.

A touched smile appeared on her face, "Thank you, Mom. You’ve worked hard."

"No need for thanks, eat up, or it will get cold." Jiang Yun smiled warmly as she served her a helping of stir-fried green peppers with lean meat, her attitude excellent, as if there had never been any estrangement.

"Yanyan, you’re too thin, eat some more meat."

Fu Yanhe also picked up the serving chopsticks and placed a piece of sweet and sour pork rib into her bowl, his voice gentle, "You really are too thin, eat a little more."

This sudden display of affection took Shen Yanhe by surprise, and she quickly picked up the serving chopsticks to pick up some vegetables for him, "You eat too."

The three of them ate merrily, and Shen Yanhe also tried the egg custard Jiang Yun made especially for her.

It was tender and chewy, without the bitterness she had tasted the night before.

Her bowl of egg custard was clean.

Shen Yanhe’s eyes flickered slightly as she saw Fu Yanhe reaching for the chicken soup on the table to drink. Pretending to reach out for some dishes, she instead elbowed his hand holding the soup bowl forcefully.

Fu Yanhe was unguarded against her, and the force of her elbow was strong; his hand failed to hold steady, causing most of the soup to spill onto his clothes.

"Ah!" Shen Yanhe cried out in alarm, quickly standing up and patting the soup on his body, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose."

A shadow passed through Fu Yanhe’s eyes as he set the soup bowl on the table. His pale and slender hands caught the soft little hand that was frantically patting him, "It’s okay, I’ve finished eating already, I’ll just change my clothes."

Shen Yanhe’s soft, white face showed a trace of guilt, "Let me wash it for you after you change."

"No need, we have servants in the house." Fu Yanhe gently pinched her tender fingers and turned to Jiang Yun, "Mom, take your time eating, I’m going to change my clothes."

Shen Yanhe also said, "Mom, I’ve finished eating too, I’ll go with him."

Jiang Yun waved her hand dismissively, "Alright, both of you go."

Shen Yanhe pushed Fu Yanhe back to their room and closed the door behind them.

Turning around, she saw Fu Yanhe’s tall figure leisurely unbuttoning his shirt.

With his movements, the pale skin hidden under his shirt intermittently came into view, and the contours of his fit abs could be vaguely seen.

Fu Yanhe lifted his eyes to look at the person standing frozen at the door, a flicker of amusement shining in his eyes as he asked in an indifferent tone, "Do you want to watch me change clothes?"

Shen Yanhe’s cheeks instantly turned a deep red.

She raised both hands to cover her eyes and turned to face the door, "I didn’t see anything."

"Even if you did, it wouldn’t matter," said Fu Yanhe, looking at the girl who was huddled by the door like a quail, his thin lips curving into a subtle smile, "We are husband and wife, with a certificate, it’s legal."

Unable to withstand his teasing, Shen Yanhe tightly closed her eyes and covered her ears as well.

Fu Yanhe chuckled softly, no longer teasing her, and quickly changed out of his dirty clothes and pants.

As she heard the soft rustling sounds behind her, Shen Yanhe’s ears grew even redder, and she stiffly asked, "Have you finished changing?"

"I have, you can turn around."

Shen Yanhe took a deep breath, still with her eyes closed, she carefully turned around, and then very cautiously opened a small slit in her eyes.

Only when she confirmed that the man sitting in the wheelchair was fully dressed did she let out a sigh of relief.

But after what had just happened, Shen Yanhe felt an unease being in the same space as Fu Yanhe, and she feared he might ask why she had intentionally bumped into him.

The egg custard she had sent for testing hadn’t returned a report yet; she had no concrete answer to give him.

"Cough cough, I remembered that I haven’t brewed today’s medicine for you yet, I’ll go prepare it for you," said Shen Yanhe, her lips tightening as she looked for an excuse to leave Fu Yanhe’s side.