A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 131: Madam, there’s been an accident with the young master

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: Madam, there’s been an accident with the young master

"Drink slower." Shen Yanhe watched her nervously, afraid that she would drink too hastily and choke, while answering her question with her lips.

Her tone was very light, "He knows. He doesn’t want to keep the child."

Just as Song Shiwei was tilting her head back to guzzle water, she choked.

"Cough cough cough cough!" She clutched the water bottle, coughing so hard that she bent over at the waist.

Shen Yanhe helplessly patted her on the back gently, "I told you to drink slowly."

After a struggle, Song Shiwei managed to recover, slammed the water bottle down onto the chair, and burst out cursing, "Is Fu Yanhe out of his mind?"

"If he doesn’t want the child, then why did he ’applaud love’ with you in the first place! Now that you’re pregnant, he won’t let you keep it, what’s going on?"

Thinking of the reason she was pregnant, Shen Yanhe felt guilty and said weakly, "Actually, we never ’applauded love’ after we got married."

Song Shiwei, who was in the middle of cursing, suddenly choked, staring at Shen Yanhe in shock, exclaimed in disbelief, "You... Did you cuckold him? This... Is this child not his?"

Song Shiwei had never considered this possibility.

After all, Shen Yanhe had always been the good girl, and she had never seen her do anything outrageous.

She didn’t expect such a bold move now.

Her expression complex, she couldn’t help but exclaim, "I never thought you could be so wild, little He Miao."

Shen Yanhe’s mouth twitched slightly, "..." This person had some strange thoughts.

"What are you thinking?" She said helplessly, took Song Shiwei’s hand, and quietly explained the mishaps of her relationship with Fu Yanhe before marriage.

After speaking, Shen Yanhe smiled bitterly, "I have no emotional foundation with him. The arrival of this child... was just an accident."

Having learned the situation, Song Shiwei’s expression grew even more complex, and she couldn’t help but sigh, "So what do you plan to do now? The child, are you going to abort, or are you going to have it?"

Shen Yanhe shook her head, her expression dim, "I don’t know."

She was also in a dilemma.

"If you’re going to abort, I’ll accompany you for the surgery tomorrow, the longer the pregnancy, the greater the harm to the body."

Song Shiwei sighed, reached out and took Shen Yanhe’s hand, gently patting the back of her hand to soothe her.

"If you’re having it, let the child recognize me as its godmother!"

Song Shiwei couldn’t help but puff out her chest, her brows and eyes filled with a trace of a smile, "Fu Yanhe doesn’t want to raise it, so let me do it."

"I’m pretty wealthy now; I can afford to raise a child."

Anyway, she wouldn’t have children of her own in the future.

Shen Yanhe’s somewhat gloomy mood was lightened by her teasing, "Little rich woman, when do you plan on keeping me?"

Seeing her laughter, Song Shiwei let out a sigh of relief, winked at her, "As long as you’re willing, I’m ready to keep you at any time, beauty~"

Shen Yanhe couldn’t help but snicker, and the two collapsed into laughter together.

"Right, have you had a check-up yet?" Song Shiwei held Shen Yanhe’s hand and tilted her head to ask her.

Shen Yanhe shook her head, "Not yet."

"Come on, let’s go get you checked." Song Shiwei took her hand, pulled her up from the bench, and led her towards the brightly lit hospital.

The doctors in the hospital were all familiar with Shen Yanhe, especially after the incident with Li Wei; they became even more friendly towards her.

The check-up was completed exceptionally smoothly, with almost no effort.

"Miss Shen, the fetus is developing well, but some of your body’s indicators are subpar, and there are signs of a threatened miscarriage," said the female doctor who examined Shen Yanhe, handing her the ultrasound result with a solemn look.

Shen Yanhe tensed up, reaching out her slightly cold hand to take the ultrasound result; she had already had a premonition.

After all, she had engaged in strenuous exercise and concentrated intensely on surgeries, and, no matter how strong a child is, it’s difficult to withstand such strain.

Song Shiwei’s eyebrows were furrowed tight, "Doctor, what should we do?"

"For the next few days, Miss Shen should avoid strenuous activities. If possible, she should rest in bed, and supplement with vitamins and calcium tablets," the female doctor carefully advised her.

Song Shiwei took note seriously and thanked her, "Thank you, doctor. Thank you – I’ll take good care of her."

Shen Yanhe listened earnestly as well.

As she listened, her attention shifted to the tiny embryo on the B-ultrasound report.

It was really small, didn’t even look as big as her fist.

A life was being nurtured inside her body.

This realization gave Shen Yanhe a very strange feeling in her heart.

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After the examination, she left the hospital, and the sky outside had completely darkened.

Song Shiwei stretched lazily and moved her neck from side to side, asking, "Where do you want to go? I can give you a ride."

"Let’s go to the hotel," Shen Yanhe secured the examination report and squinted into the cool night breeze.

She didn’t want to return to the Fu Family mansion, nor did she want to see Fu Yanhe.

When Shen Huai and her mother were still around, they had a house in Haicheng, but later it was sold off by her third uncle.

A few years ago, when she had the money and the ability to buy it back, she discovered the area was being demolished to build an amusement park.

Her home had become ruins.

Furthermore, Shen Huai spent most of his time in the hospital, and Ye Mei could only stay a few days when she came to visit, so Shen Yanhe had never planned to buy a house.

Now that Ye Min had been staying in Haicheng for a while, it was time she considered buying a house herself.

"Why go to a hotel? I just bought back the old Song family mansion a few days ago; come stay at my place," Song Shiwei frowned disapprovingly, reached out, took Shen Yanhe’s shoulder, and pulled her in front of herself.

Shen Yanhe was tempted, "Won’t that be too much trouble for you?"

"No, it’s pretty empty living in the old mansion by myself, it’s nice to have your company." Song Shiwei pinched her soft, pale little face, still hugging her as they walked all the way to the parking lot.

Song Shiwei drove her back to the old Song family mansion.

On the way, they bought some food to eat.

Passing by a drugstore, Song Shiwei remembered to buy folic acid and calcium supplements, stopping the car to buy a big pile of them.

"I asked the clerk, and she recommended a lot of supplements suitable for pregnant women; I’ll make sure you take them tonight," she said.

Shen Yanhe looked at the big bag of medicines in her hand, her heart both sour and soft, touched and slightly amused.

"You bought so much; I can’t finish them all by myself."

"The more, the better; it’s good to have them," Song Shiwei raised her eyebrows and patted the bag of medicine, unable to suppress a smile while her face showed a hint of nostalgia.

"My mom used to tell me how tough it was for the Song family when she was pregnant with me; they didn’t even have meat to eat and could only have wild vegetables."

She used to find Song’s mother annoying for always telling her about the past.

But now, she didn’t even have someone to nag at her anymore.

Song Shiwei took a deep breath, suppressing the sourness rising in her heart, and turned to Shen Yanhe, "Now that we have money, we can’t skimp on ourselves."

"Alright, alright, don’t worry; even if I skimp on the child, I won’t skimp on myself." Sensing the shift in Song Shiwei’s mood, Shen Yanhe quickly changed the subject.

"Okay, it’s already 8:30, let’s hurry back and make something to eat; I’m starving."

Song Shiwei hurriedly fastened her seatbelt, "Let’s go, we’re having hot pot tonight."

Half an hour later, Song Shiwei drove into an older villa district and, after several twists and turns, arrived at the old Song family mansion.

The Song family mansion was a very typical old European-style villa, but because it had been established for many years, it looked dusty and some areas of the wall plaster had cracked.

Song Shiwei parked the car and opened the door, leading Shen Yanhe into the villa.

The inside of the villa was very clean, and it was clear that Song Shiwei had hired someone to clean it properly.

"Hey, hey, hey, don’t move." Seeing Shen Yanhe picking up the ingredients intending to enter the kitchen, Song Shiwei was so scared her heart nearly stopped; she quickly stepped forward to stop her.

She pushed her down on the sofa, "You sit tight, I’ll cook; the kitchen floor is slippery, and it would be awful if you fell."

Shen Yanhe nodded and obediently sat on the sofa, "Okay, call me if you need help."

Song Shiwei promised repeatedly and went into the kitchen with the bags.

No sooner had she stepped into the kitchen than Shen Yanhe’s phone started ringing.

Shen Yanhe took out her phone and answered the call.

Wu Fang’s voice carried a hint of urgency, "Madam, the young master has gotten into trouble; please come back and see him!"