A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 128 I Want to Talk to You

Chapter 128: Chapter 128 I Want to Talk to You

Shen Yanhe’s hands and feet suddenly turned ice-cold, and her heart felt as if it was fiercely squeezed by a large hand, causing her some difficulty in breathing.

Although she had already anticipated it.

Still, hearing these words from Fu Yanhe’s mouth delivered a considerable shock to her.

A few minutes passed, and Shen Yanhe grasped the sofa cushion beneath her, her face looking somewhat pale as she turned towards him, her lips parting slightly.

It seemed as though she wanted to say something, yet she couldn’t utter a word.

She was acutely aware that this child had come unexpectedly.

Fu Yanhe not wanting to keep him was something she could understand.

Moreover, she and Fu Yanhe were only a couple in name, devoid of any real emotional attachment...

He had said earlier that he would not let her give birth to an heir for the Fu family.

Shen Yanhe’s heart felt both sour and painful, this unspeakable emotion almost bursting her chest.

Fu Yanhe, seeing Shen Yanhe’s suddenly pale face, furrowed his brows and was just about to move his wheelchair closer to her.

But Shen Yanhe suddenly stood up, forcing a somewhat ugly smile towards him, her voice trembling: "I’m sorry."

"I can understand why you made this decision, but I still need some time to think it over calmly."

Fu Yanhe’s brows furrowed slightly, watching the smile on the girl’s face, his heart ached slightly as he began, "Yanyan, let me explain..."

Shen Yanhe rather firmly interrupted him, her face still wearing a smile towards him, her eyes slightly red: "Let me finish first."

"This child is not only yours, but also mine. I have the right to decide his fate."

"Let’s not see each other for a couple of days. I want to take some time alone to think things over, I’m sorry."

As her words fell, Shen Yanhe didn’t dare to look at Fu Yanhe’s expression and quickly left the hospital room.

San Fang, who was waiting outside, saw his young mistress rush out of the hospital room hurriedly and turned somewhat blankly towards the room: "Young..."

Upon seeing the stormy expression on Fu Yanhe’s face and the ferocity swirling around his brow and eyes, he held his tongue.

Damn it!

The young master and the young mistress had fought again?

"What are you still standing there for?"

Fu Yanhe’s gaze was cold and fierce as he looked towards San Fang: "Follow her, protect her."

"If she gets hurt, you can go mine with Yi Fang."

San Fang: "..." You’re noble, you’re awesome, you fight and I get hurt, damn!

"Young master, I’m on it to protect the young mistress." San Fang handed the documents in his hand to a nearby bodyguard and quickly followed behind Shen Yanhe.

In the hospital room, only Fu Yanhe was left.

At that moment, the sun was setting, and the warm orange sunlight streaming through the windows fell upon him, stretching his shadow long.

In the shadow split from the sunlight, Fu Yanhe’s gaze was heavy, indecipherable whether happy or angry, the ferocity in his eyes swirling, revealing the unease in his heart.

The temperature around curiously dropped, making the bodyguard standing outside shiver slightly, holding his breath, not daring to breathe loudly.

Fu Yanhe restrained himself and closed his eyes briefly.

Two days.

He would give her two days.

After two days, if she still hadn’t come back to him, he would go fetch her himself.

-

Shen Yanhe’s thoughts were in disarray, and she hadn’t gone far after leaving the hospital room.

Instead, she had gone to a small park near the hospital, found a bench to sit on, and stared blankly at the sunset clouds.

Shen Huai was in the hospital, currently in the intensive care unit, so she couldn’t stray too far from the hospital.

Not to mention Ye Min.

If she didn’t show up with Fu Yanhe someday, given the old lady’s sensitivity, she would surely notice the rift between her and him and start worrying again.

Shen Yanhe exhaled slightly, squinting at the sunset as she continued to zone out.

It felt like her mind was full of thoughts, yet at the same time, empty of any.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when her phone in her pocket started to vibrate.

Initially thinking it was Fu Yanhe calling, she intended to hang up but then saw that it was Song Shiwei, who she had been chatting with earlier, calling her with a video call.

Her movements hesitated for a moment, she instinctively straightened up, adjusted her facial expression, and then answered the call.

The video did not show Song Shiwei’s face but a spacious office instead.

Song Shiwei’s clear, slightly smiling voice came through, "He Miao, look quick, this is the kingdom I’ve conquered for you."

Shen Yanhe blinked, scrutinized the office in the video, and a spark of realization flashed through her mind, "Is this Song Corporation?"

"Yes."

The camera in the phone swiveled.

Song Shiwei sat in the large boss chair with her legs crossed, wearing light makeup on her delicate and stunning face, smiling as she said, "Song Corporation, I took it back."

A smile appeared on Shen Yanhe’s face, and she sincerely said, "Congratulations."

Song Shiwei blinked, brought the phone closer, carefully observing Shen Yanhe’s condition on the other end, and slightly frowned her slender brows, "He Miao, are you crying? Why are your eyes so red?"

Shen Yanhe blinked, subconsciously raised her hand to rub her eyes, "Really?"

"Yes." Song Shiwei nodded, her expression becoming a bit stern, "Did Fu Yanhe bully you?"

Shen Yanhe shook her head, "No."

After saying that, she looked at Song Shiwei, who appeared worried on the video, hesitated, and with her lips slightly pursed, she said, "Shiwei, I..."

"I’m pregnant."

A loud noise came from the other side of the phone, sounding like a chair leg scraping on the floor.

Song Shiwei looked shocked, "You’re pregnant?"

The next second, she burst out, "Fu Yanhe is quite capable, huh? To think he could manage even in a wheelchair."

Shen Yanhe’s complex emotions instantly vanished, and the corner of her mouth twitched, slightly speechless, "..."

Song Shiwei grabbed her purse, "Where are you now? Send me the address, I’m coming to find you, let’s meet and talk."

After finishing, she hung up the phone.

As Song Shiwei hurriedly walked out, she ran into Qi Yunqian, who had come to find her.

As they brushed past each other, Qi Yunqian caught her wrist, his brows slightly furrowed, and he asked in a deep voice, "Where are you going? Weren’t we supposed to have dinner together tonight?"

Song Shiwei’s lips parted slightly, just about to speak.

Fu Yu’s sweet voice rang out, "Yunqian brother, there were some issues with the contract we discussed last night, do you have time now? Let’s finalize it?"

Through Qi Yunqian’s shoulder, Song Shiwei saw Fu Yu approaching, dressed in a Chanel style suit and with big curly hair, appearing very mature and elegant as she carried the documents.

Her lips curled into a scornful smirk, a flicker of derision quickly passing through her eyes.

No wonder he stood her up last night; he had gone to accompany his past love again.

"Excuse me." She pulled her hand from Qi Yunqian’s grip, "I have something urgent to attend to, and since President Qi and Miss Fu also have business to discuss, I’ll take my leave first."

"After all, President Qi won’t lack company, with or without me, right?"

As her words fell, Song Shiwei didn’t give Fu Yu another glance, walked briskly past the grim-faced Qi Yunqian, and headed outside.

Fu Yu secretly cast a triumphant look at Song Shiwei.

Song Shiwei unapologetically rolled her eyes at her, disregarding both of them, and directly left via the elevator.

Fu Yu silently gritted her teeth but wore a somewhat timid look when she turned to Qi Yunqian, "Brother Yunqian, did sister Shiwei misunderstand something?"

"Should I go and explain?"

Qi Yunqian rubbed his temples, feeling a bit headachy, "No need, I’ll explain it to her."

"What issues are there with the contract? You point them out; my company will resolve each one." Qi Yunqian looked at Fu Yu with a purely business-like attitude.

Fu Yu pursed her lips, a flash of reluctance in her eyes, yet she said no more.

No hurry, time was on her side.

Brother Yunqian would eventually be hers.

-

After Song Shiwei had hung up the phone, Shen Yanhe lowered her gaze and sent her location.

Her thoughts were in disarray; she indeed needed someone to talk to, someone to give her some advice.

No sooner had she sent the location, than several figures suddenly appeared before her, blocking her sunlight.

An elderly voice, carrying a hint of superiority, spoke, "You’re Fu Yanhe’s wife who isn’t fit to be seen in public, the young mistress of the Shen family, aren’t you?"

Shen Yanhe slightly lifted her gaze and saw an old lady standing in front of her, dressed in a dark purple qipao, her gray hair combed back, her face aged.

Those murky yet piercing eyes stared at her, "I’d like to have a word with you."

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