A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 115: The Reverse Scale

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: The Reverse Scale

Shen Yingying’s days had not been easy.

Ever since the grandmother arrived at the Shen Family and had a falling out with them, the Shen Family’s business had plummeted.

Her father even blamed her for coming up with the idea that caused the grandmother and him to fall out, also cutting off all ties with Shen Yanhe.

Her mother also blamed her, reasoning that if it weren’t for her idea, if they hadn’t invited Ye Min over, there might have still been a chance to make amends.

But the chance was gone now.

Not only was Shen Yingying being blamed by them, but the pocket money she received recently was also dwindling, while Chen Haowu was pressuring her for money.

If she didn’t give him money, she would have to slave away for him!

Otherwise, he would expose the recording of her plotting against Shen Yanhe over the phone to Fu Yanhe, and they would all be ruined together!

During this time, Shen Yingying had seen just how ruthless Fu Yanhe could be and was intimidated by him, naturally not wanting to be ruined alongside Chen Haowu.

She had to endure, sneaking to the hospital every day, suffering through Chen Haowu’s harassment.

Chen Haowu had more ways to harass a woman than she had imagined, and after just three short days of dealing with him, Shen Yingying was left extremely haggard.

Now, seeing the very cause of her recent suffering, Shen Yingying couldn’t help but feel aggrieved.

Especially upon seeing Shen Yanhe’s rosy complexion, clearly living well, her jealousy and rage reached their peak.

Shen Yanhe, knowing she could not leave for a while because of Shen Yingying blocking her path, looked at her calmly.

With a light scoff, she asked, "What do I have to be proud of?"

"You stole my fiancé, and now, because of you, the Shen Family company is on the brink of bankruptcy. Shen Yanhe, you truly are a vicious woman," retorted Shen Yingying with a sneer and a scornful expression. "But someone has paid the price for your viciousness."

Shen Yanhe’s expression tightened slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes.

"Your brother’s illness is the price you’ve paid!" She revealed a venomous look in her eyes, "A waste like Shen Huai who can only stay in the hospital all day, incapable of doing anything."

"To live is just to waste air and medical resources. He should just hurry up and die."

"Slap!"

No sooner had Shen Yingying finished speaking than her face was struck by a slap.

The numb pain from her cheek took her a moment to register.

Shen Yanhe moved her wrist emotionlessly, looking around, and spotted the washroom not far away.

She reached out, grabbed Shen Yingying’s hair, and dragged her towards the washroom.

"Ah!" The tearing pain in her scalp brought Shen Yingying back to her senses. Crying out in pain, she raised her hand to hit Shen Yanhe’s wrist, "Shen Yanhe! What are you doing? Let go of me!"

But pampered and spoiled all her life, having never done any physical labor, how could her strength compare to that of Shen Yanhe, who was trained in boxing?

She couldn’t break free from Shen Yanhe’s grasp.

After dragging Shen Yingying into the washroom, Shen Yanhe gripped her hair with one hand and turned on the faucet with the other.

Turning the water on full blast, it didn’t take long to fill the basin.

Shen Yanhe’s face remained emotionless, her eyes holding a trace of malice as she firmly grasped the struggling Shen Yingying, pushing her head down hard into the full basin of water.

Shen Huai was her untouchable sore spot.

Shen Yingying’s words had thoroughly touched Shen Yanhe’s raw nerve.

"Splashing!"

The intense sensation of suffocating made Shen Yingying wave her hands frantically, water from the wash basin spilling everywhere, wetting Shen Yanhe’s sleeves.

Just when Shen Yingying thought she was about to suffocate, she felt a pull on her hair and was yanked back up by Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yingying lay there limp, gasping for fresh air, glaring at Shen Yanhe, "You... you are trying to kill..."

Before she could finish speaking, her head was forcefully pushed back into the basin by Shen Yanhe’s indifferent visage.

After being dunked several times, when Shen Yingying was finally released, she collapsed weakly onto the ground, gasping for fresh air, and her vision was swimming with darkness.

At that moment, her makeup smeared by water, her upper body drenched, she was the epitome of dishevelment, heart filled with gratitude for narrowly escaping death.

She really thought she was going to die just now.

Shen Yanhe is a madwoman! She really dared to kill her!

Shen Yanhe glanced coldly at Shen Yingying, who lacked the strength to stand, and turned on the faucet.

Hearing the sound of running water, Shen Yingying’s body involuntarily shrank in fear, and when she raised her eyes to Shen Yanhe, her gaze was filled with the desire to tear her apart, yet laced with a hint of dread.

Shen Yanhe didn’t care about her reaction, washed her hands clean of any stains, her voice extremely faint, "First, your fiancé wasn’t stolen by me, he was willingly handed over by the Shen Family."

"Second, the Shen Family’s company’s bankruptcy has nothing to do with me."

"Third."

Shen Yanhe took a piece of paper towel from the washroom, her eyes narrowed as she meticulously dried the water droplets off her delicate, pale fingers, "If I hear you cursing Huai again, I’ll rip your tongue out."

After tossing the paper towel in the trash can, her eyes, tinged with malice, met Shen Yingying’s, "To make sure you never speak another word again."

Having finished, Shen Yanhe, with one hand in her pocket, turned and left the washroom.

Shen Yingying, looking wretched, sat on the ground for a long time, her complexion alternating between green and white, before she could recover from the terror of facing death.

As soon as she steadied herself, her eyes instantly reddened, her hatred for Shen Yanhe reaching its peak.

Shen Yingying had been pampered from a young age. When had she ever been treated so roughly?

Damn Shen Yanhe!

Just you wait! She would make sure to give her a taste of being on the brink of death!

After calming herself for a while on the floor, Shen Yingying stood up, straightened her clothes shakily with her icy hands, and hurried out of the washroom toward Chen Haowu’s hospital room.

Shen Yanhe had become formidable, and she couldn’t handle her alone; she needed to find help.

-

Chen Haowu’s hospital room.

Chen Haowu was humming a song, lying in the hospital bed, enjoying the service of the nursing staff.

With Chen Lizhi handling the company affairs of the Chen Family, he just needed to recover in the hospital these days, and every day someone provided an outlet for his frustration – he was living quite comfortably.

"Peel it faster!" Chen Haowu spat orange pits into the nurse’s hand, slapped her discontentedly for being slow.

"I’m paying you to serve me, if you’re this slow again I’ll fire you right on the spot!"

The nurse shrank back, quickening her actions, "I’m sorry, I will peel it right away."

Chen Haowu snorted coldly, his gaze falling upon her ample chest without a moment’s hesitation, he stretched his hand towards it.

The nurse stiffened, sitting on the edge of the bed, not daring to move away.

Just as he was about to touch her, the hospital room door was pushed open by a disheveled Shen Yingying from outside.

Chen Haowu’s eyes flashed with displeasure, cursed inwardly, dismissed the nurse, and sat up straight to look at Shen Yingying.

He was shocked when he saw her bedraggled appearance, "Did you fall into a pit? How did you get like this?"

"This is all because of that damn bitch Shen Yanhe!" Shen Yingying’s face was filled with venom, her expression somewhat twisted.

Upon hearing Shen Yanhe’s name, Chen Haowu’s expression darkened, "You ran into her?"

He now loathed Shen Yanhe intensely.

If it wasn’t for her, how could he have become a eunuch!