A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 109 Getrich

Chapter 109: Chapter 109 Getrich

Fu Yanhe watched her flee like a startled little rabbit, the corners of his lips curving into a slight smile.

Suddenly, as if something occurred to him, his lips straightened and his voice turned cold, "Wu Fang."

Wu Fang, who had been standing guard outside and deliberately minimized his presence, walked in, "Young Master."

Fu Yanhe’s gaze lowered, his pale slender fingers spinning the ring on his thumb, "Investigate Jiang Yun."

"See who she has been in contact with these past days."

"Also, have someone fetch the ingredients for the chicken soup I was to drink today and send them for lab testing."

He was no dullard or fool.

From yesterday when Shen Yanhe had tasted the custard and then tried every possible way to stop him from eating more, to today when she deliberately spilled the chicken soup on his hand.

All these actions made it clear to Fu Yanhe that she was trying to prevent him from consuming the things Jiang Yun had "specially" prepared for him.

Wu Fang was taken aback for a moment but then nodded repeatedly, "Yes."

Wu Fang left the room to carry out Fu Yanhe’s orders.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes half-closed as he spun the ring faster, a shadow flickering in the depth of his eyes.

He hoped Jiang Yun wasn’t what he suspected.

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Shen Yanhe escaped to the kitchen, simmered the medicine in a clay pot, and after dawdling for a while, went to find Fu Yanhe to give him the medicine, apply ointment, and massage him.

Fearing he might have teased Shen Yanhe too much, Fu Yanhe didn’t bring up the earlier incident when she arrived, and the two got along very harmoniously.

In the following week, apart from visiting Shen Huai at the hospital and spending time with Ye Min, Shen Yanhe mostly focused on treating Fu Yanhe’s condition.

"All done."

Shen Yanhe’s fair forehead was dotted with fine sweat as she removed the Golden Needle from Fu Yanhe’s body, "This is the last time for the detoxification needle."

She lowered her gaze and carefully disinfected the Golden Needle with an alcohol swab, "The poison in your body has been mostly cleared, you can stop taking the medicine after drinking it one last time tonight."

"The residual toxins can be expelled by your body’s metabolism without much impact on your health."

Fu Yanhe said calmly, "You’ve worked hard."

"It’s nothing."

After Shen Yanhe stored the Golden Needle away, she looked up and saw Fu Yanhe, who was sitting on the bed with his back towards her, getting dressed.

She sneaked a peek but then couldn’t move her eyes away.

The line of the man’s bare back was smooth, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist; his skin was exceptionally pale from rarely seeing the sun but not frail.

In the next moment, his naked upper body was covered by a shirt. The fingers buttoning up were long and shapely, with veins faintly visible on the back of his hands. The action of him leisurely fastening the buttons carried a certain indescribable seduction.

Shen Yanhe’s ears warmed slightly, and she uncomfortably shifted her gaze away, grumbling inwardly.

Why does a man need to have such good-looking hands?

Fu Yanhe glanced at her with a slight lift of his eyebrows, smiling teasingly, "Why did you stop watching?"

He deliberately slowed down his buttoning, "It’s licensed, legal, feel free to look."

Maintaining the turn of her head, Shen Yanhe pursed her lips, expressionless, "I stopped. I’m afraid I’d turn into a tyrant if I continued."

A tyrant taking someone by force.

Fu Yanhe’s lips curved slightly, his gaze on her held a deeper meaning.

You’ve been that tyrant before.

Only when Fu Yanhe was fully dressed did Shen Yanhe awkwardly turn her face back towards him.

Looking at Fu Yanhe, Shen Yanhe paused, then involuntarily stepped toward him, "Your face..."

Fu Yanhe sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at her slightly, "What about it?"

"The scar has faded," Shen Yanhe blinked, unable to resist reaching out to touch it gently.

After persisting with the scar ointment for a week, the scar on Fu Yanhe’s face had lightened a lot.

Especially the burn scar on his forehead and the knife wound on his cheek had also faded.

Fu Yanhe had an excellent bone structure, and as the scars faded, his magnificent appearance was revealed.

His face was as if sculpted, with distinct and attractive brows and eyes, exuding an exceptional and noble aura.

It was a face that once seen, was difficult to look away from.

One could hardly imagine how many people would be captivated by his face once the scars completely healed.

Fu Yanhe didn’t pay much attention to his looks; upon hearing this, he slightly raised his brows and said lightly, "Is that so? It seems my face will recover soon."

He looked at Shen Yanhe, his eyes carrying a hint of teasing, "It seems you are quite satisfied with my face, you’ve been staring."

Shen Yanhe snapped back to reality, her cheeks tinged with a blush, and she touched her nose uncomfortably, mumbling softly, "Nonsense, who doesn’t like looking at a beautiful person?"

Especially when that person is about to become beautiful and is nominally her husband.

Who wouldn’t like that?

Fu Yanhe precisely caught the message in her words and squinted at her, "So you’re saying, you like me now?"

Shen Yanhe: "..."

She gave a forced smile, "No, I like all beautiful people."

"Is that so..." Fu Yanhe wasn’t too surprised; he just lightly touched his cheek with his hand, contemplating whether he should apply the scar removal cream again that night.

After all, having a good face did help in wooing one’s wife.

Shen Yanhe tucked the Golden Needle into her pocket: "Alright, rest for the next few days. Once you’ve recuperated, I’ll start treating your leg."

"Oh, right, let me see all of your blood test reports."

Fu Yanhe nodded, "Mmm, I’ll have Wu Fang bring them to you."

He sent Wu Fang a message, and in no more than ten minutes, Wu Fang brought all of Fu Yanhe’s blood test reports over.

Shen Yanhe naturally took the reports from Wu Fang’s hands and, after saying goodnight to Fu Yanhe, returned to her own room.

She had just returned to her room when her phone chimed with a message.

[Jiang Yifeng]: Miss Shen, here is the report on the item you asked me to take to the laboratory for analysis.

System: Little Jiang has sent you a file named [Unknown Substance Analysis Report].

Shen Yanhe continued walking, one hand holding the file and the other on her phone. She accepted the file, deftly replied to Jiang Yifeng:

[YM]: Thank you for your efforts.

[Jiang Yifeng]: It’s no trouble, may I ask where you acquired this item, Miss Shen?

[Jiang Yifeng]: After several tests, I detected the presence of the Getrich toxin, which was extremely popular internationally three years ago.

Shen Yanhe’s pupils contracted slightly upon seeing the word Getrich sent by Jiang Yifeng, and she abruptly stopped in her tracks.

Getrich.

It was actually Getrich.

She was, of course, familiar with the infamous Getrich.

It was a poison concocted by an international madman obsessed with Alchemy.

The ingredients and component combinations used were numerous, and it was infamous for being a poison without a cure, thus challenging many doctors.

The madman proudly presented Getrich to the old man, claiming he had created a unique poison.

He even taunted the old man, saying there was no way he could come up with an antidote.

Yet, in less than a day, the old man had developed the antidote.

The blow to the madman was significant, and from then on, he stopped researching Getrich and continued his pursuit of Alchemy.

There weren’t many bottles of Getrich left internationally, so how did the Fu Family get their hands on it?

No, the question should be.

How did Jiang Yun get it?

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