A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 112: Husband???

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Husband???

Shen Yanhe’s punches were tricky, her movements nimble; swift and fierce, and altogether different from the boxers Brother Yong usually faced.

She was like a gust of wind.

One that you couldn’t catch.

This time, the boxing ring was quite secluded; Shen Yanhe hadn’t announced she’d be boxing, changing into her signature mask.

Aside from Fang Zhi and a few youngsters, there weren’t many spectators.

Most of the audience had gone to watch their favorite boxers.

The youngsters watched as Brother Yong was almost entirely suppressed by Shen Yanhe, receiving a one-sided beating.

Listening to those flesh-pounding punches, a chill rose up their spines, as if the fists were landing on them.

"This young lady, could she really be ’S’?" one youth asked his companions, stuttering as he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"I think so," his companion nodded. "If she weren’t ’S,’ she wouldn’t be able to last so long against Brother Yong."

The youth who’d been making lewd comments didn’t dare to speak, continuously wiping away sweat, feeling regret.

If only he hadn’t made those dirty comments earlier.

What if ’S’ came after him for retribution?

Brother Yong was no match for her; he wouldn’t last a single punch against her.

On the boxing ring, Brother Yong fought with great frustration. Tall and strong as he was, he lacked agility; against other boxers, he could win with brute force.

But Shen Yanhe was too agile, never confronting him head-on.

The longer they fought, the more injuries he accumulated.

The more he fought, the angrier he got, a vicious gleam appearing in his eyes.

If he lost to a woman, what would his brothers in the underworld think of him? How could he continue to mix in the underworld?

A vicious look flashed in Brother Yong’s eyes; one hand transformed into a claw, reaching for Shen Yanhe’s chest, while two fingers of his other hand aimed at her eyes.

He was fighting dirty.

Shen Yanhe’s eyes grew cold as she stepped back to dodge his swipe at her chest. She caught his hand that was aiming for her eyes and forcefully twisted it downwards.

Her foot shot out neatly, striking his abdomen, sending Brother Yong down to his knees.

"Want to play dirty?" Shen Yanhe’s exposed eyes held a chilly smile. "I’ll play with you."

A chill shot up Brother Yong’s spine. Before he could react, he saw Shen Yanhe kick swiftly towards his lower body.

Without a moment’s hesitation.

Brother Yong felt a chill in his groin and instinctively clenched his legs, trapping Shen Yanhe’s incoming foot.

But at that moment, Shen Yanhe released Brother Yong’s hand, her fingers swiftly jabbing towards his eyes.

Brother Yong screamed in agony.

As he screamed, Shen Yanhe didn’t let up.

Fist after fist landed on him.

Ten minutes later...

Brother Yong lay on the ground, eyes swollen and face bruised, howling pitifully as he shielded his head, his cries muffled: "I give up! I give up! I give up!!"

Damn it!

This woman is a maniac!

Down by the ring, Fang Zhi listened to the screams almost capable of lifting the roof. He pushed his glasses up with a pitying sigh.

Pitiful.

Truly too pitiful.

Shen Yanhe landed a fierce punch on Brother Yong’s head, his eyes rolling back as he passed out, losing all capacity to continue the fight.

After the referee declared Shen Yanhe victorious, the youths cautiously climbed onto the boxing ring and dragged away Brother Yong, who was like a dead dog.

They then scampered away quickly, like mice who’d seen a cat, far from their earlier arrogance.

Scary, so very scary.

Shen Yanhe felt a satisfying release after the match, venting much of her pent-up frustration as she clenched her somewhat numb fists.

Tsk, this punching bag could really take a beating.

"Here," Fang Zhi handed Shen Yanhe water and a towel, speaking naturally: "Li Na just messaged me, told me not to leave after you’re done. Rest in room 202 and wait for her."

He handed her a card: "This is the room key. She said she has something to discuss with you."

Without suspicion, Shen Yanhe nodded after gulping down the saltwater: "Sure, I’ll head there now."

She wiped the sweat off with a towel, holding the cup as she silently left the boxing ring and walked towards the stairs to the second floor.

Fang Zhi watched her receding figure as she left, then took out his phone and sent a message: BOSS, she’s gone up.

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Room 202.

Shen Yanhe raised her head to glance at the door number, confirming she hadn’t gone to the wrong place before using her key card to open the door. After entering, she closed the door behind her.

As soon as the door closed, Shen Yanhe instantly sensed the presence of another’s breathing in the room besides her own.

Her actions paused, and her eyes darkened, instantly understanding the situation.

Fang Zhi had set her up.

Shen Yanhe silently retreated toward the direction of the door.

But the moment she took a step, the originally dark room lit up with a snap as someone switched on the light.

It took only a glance for Shen Yanhe to see the man with an imposing aura, sitting in the wheelchair in the center of the room’s living area.

That characteristic Asura mask gave Shen Yanhe an unbearable headache.

It was this man again.

Why was he like a persistent ghost?

Wasn’t it just one night with him? It’s not like he was at a loss.

The man in the wheelchair had his hands clasped on his thighs, wearing an Asura mask over half his face, and beneath the mask, dark eyes calmly observed her.

Shen Yanhe’s gaze swiftly swept over the gun outline barely visible at the waist of the bodyguard, and her delicate eyebrows quickly knitted together.

It seemed she wasn’t going to be able to leave today.

But she couldn’t just sit and wait for doom; she had to think of a way to leave.

She and the man held each other’s gaze in silence.

Little did she know that the two guards disguised as San Fang and Si Fang were struggling to keep straight faces, preventing shock from showing on their faces.

Their family’s young madam was actually the Boxing King S from the MX underground boxing ring!

Shit!

This was even more shocking than the Fu Corporation going bankrupt!

Shen Yanhe’s lips suddenly curled up, her tense body relaxed, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest, leaning casually against the wall.

Her voice was lazy and sweet, filled with a bone-deep allure, "What a coincidence, we meet again～"

Fu Yanhe watched the woman before him silently, as if he was seeing Shen Yanhe for the first time.

The woman was dressed in boxing attire, with her upper body’s skin exposed and as pale as snow, the tight tank top highlighting her ample curves, and she wore shorts revealing her long, fair legs.

Her entire demeanor was different from when she was at the manor.

Gone was the fragility, replaced by languor and allure.

Full of tension and aggression.

Shen Yanhe like this was dangerous yet enchanting.

Being stared at so directly by him made Shen Yanhe feel uncomfortable all over.

She slightly averted her eyes and took a step forward with her long legs, approaching Fu Yanhe like a lazy cat, deliberately softening her voice, "Tell me, this relentless pursuit of me, could it be...?"

Shen Yanhe stopped in front of him, bent slightly to look at him, blinking, "Have you fallen for my flavor?"

Fu Yanhe looked at her calmly, his large hand on the wheelchair armrest tightening, then deliberately lowered his voice, squeezing a word from his throat, "Hmm."

Shen Yanhe almost couldn’t maintain her facial expression upon hearing his reply.

She observed him silently, then suddenly smiled, "That’s too bad."

"I’m married now, I have a husband."

Fu Yanhe’s eyes flickered slightly.

Shen Yanhe straightened up with a look of regret, slowly walking behind him, her gaze inadvertently falling on the tightly closed window.

If she could get close to the window, she was confident she could escape through it with great speed.

This was only the second floor, after all.

The height wasn’t a problem for her.

She stood behind him, bending down closer to his ear, her voice teasingly sarcastic, "Compared to my husband, you fall far short."

Fu Yanhe slightly lowered his gaze, hiding the fleeting smile in his eyes. He turned his head towards her and spoke, unhurried, "Is that so?"

His words, almost whispered into her ear, came with a familiar sharpness and magnetic quality that made Shen Yanhe pause.

Why did this voice sound so familiar?

Why did it sound so much like Fu Yanhe’s voice?

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