A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 132 Let me go

Chapter 132: Chapter 132 Let me go

Shen Yanhe’s heart skipped a beat.

She stood up abruptly, "What happened to him?"

Just as Wu Fang was about to speak on the other end of the phone, a burst of noise suddenly came through, followed by his exclamation, "Young Master."

The call was then disconnected.

Shen Yanhe frowned deeply and called Wu Fang again.

But no one answered.

A sense of dread settled in Shen Yanhe’s heart, fearing that something really had happened to Fu Yanhe, she quickly ran to the kitchen and briefed Song Shiwei.

"Shiwei, something’s happened to Fu Yanhe, I have to go back now, we can eat together another time."

After finishing her words, she walked out.

Song Shiwei’s hands were still wet, but upon hearing her words, she quickly shook them dry and ran out, grabbing the car keys from the coffee table to follow.

"Hey, hey, Yanhe, don’t panic, I’ll drive you there. It’s late now, and it’s not easy for you to get a taxi here."

Shen Yanhe was somewhat anxious inside and without regard for whether it was a bother, she thanked Song Shiwei and got into her car.

Half an hour later, Song Shiwei’s car entered the Fu Family’s villa.

Shen Yanhe hurried out of the car, told Song Shiwei to message her once she got home safely, and then ran towards the building where Fu Yanhe was staying.

She hurried all the way to the outside of Fu Yanhe’s room.

And saw San Fang, Si Fang, Wu Fang, and Liu Fang all gathered at the doorway with worried frowns.

She took a breath and asked, "What’s the situation now? What’s happened to Fu Yanhe?"

Seeing Shen Yanhe arriving, the light in Liu Fang’s eyes brightened as he quickly stepped forward, pulling her along, "Madam, you’re finally here. We don’t know what happened; the Young Master suddenly locked himself in his room. He hasn’t even eaten dinner yet. And he won’t let us in."

"If we try to enter, he gets angry. Wu Fang’s cellphone was even smashed, please go in and check on him."

Shen Yanhe’s brow was tightly knit. She looked around to see if there was a fire extinguisher nearby.

Liu Fang watched her eagerly, asking in confusion, "Madam, what are you looking for?"

"A fire extinguisher, to break down the door," Shen Yanhe said concisely.

The door was locked, and she didn’t have the keys.

Now that she was pregnant, she couldn’t exert herself, so she had to rely on external force to break in.

Silently, Wu Fang pulled out a key from his pocket, "I have the keys."

Shen Yanhe did not have time to question where he got the keys from, snatched them, unlocked the door, and pushed it open to enter.

The room was in disarray, the floor littered with broken glass, and in the corner lay a smashed cellphone.

Fu Yanhe was leaning against the bed, half-covered with a blanket.

Sensing someone entering, he looked up, his eyes bloodshot and tinged with a cold, bloodthirsty glare as he coldly said, "Get out, who gave you permission to come in?"

Shen Yanhe didn’t say a word, cautiously avoiding the glass shards on the floor as she neared him.

It was only when she got close to Fu Yanhe that she noticed something was wrong.

At that moment, Fu Yanhe was drenched in sweat, his forehead veins bulging, and his hands were tightly clutching the blanket, his eyes bloodshot.

It seemed as if he was enduring immense pain.

Shen Yanhe’s brow furrowed, and she reached out to take his pulse.

Her extended hand was swiftly caught by Fu Yanhe.

He seemed to want to throw her hand away, but as if he realized something, his loosened grip suddenly tightened.

Then, he forcefully pulled her towards him.

Shen Yanhe couldn’t help but cry out, as her still-weak body uncontrollably fell into his embrace.

The next second, she felt her waist encircled by a pair of strong hands, which then lifted her effortlessly, as if she were a ragdoll.

Shen Yanhe found herself sitting on Fu Yanhe’s firm thighs, wrapped tightly in his arms.

His slightly feverish breath brushed against her ear, his voice a mix of restrained huskiness and fatigue, "Why did you come back? Didn’t you say you were going to leave me to cool off for a couple of days?"

His tone was normal at the beginning, but towards the end, Shen Yanhe unexpectedly sensed a touch of grievance in his voice.

Shen Yanhe turned her head slightly awkwardly, "Wu Fang told me you had an accident, so I rushed back."

She patted the hands Fu Yanhe had wrapped around her waist, "Let go, I need to examine you."

Fu Yanhe placed his chin on top of her head, his eyelashes slightly closed, concealing the intense possessiveness and affection in his eyes, "I won’t let go."

"If I let go, you will leave me again."

Shen Yanhe’s heart trembled slightly, her hand resting in his warm palm curled up a little.

Did he really, fear her leaving?

Or was it that after suffering from physical pain and a clouded mind, he mistook her for Xia Ran and spoke to her as if she was Xia Ran?

She took a deep breath, suppressing the chaos in her heart, and coaxed him softly, "I won’t leave, but you need to let me go first, so I can check on you."

Fu Yanhe’s gaze flickered slightly, his pale and slender hand pinched Shen Yanhe’s chin and gently tilted it upward to meet her clear eyes.

"Do you really, not intend to leave me?"

Shen Yanhe’s long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly as she shifted her gaze away, "Really."

"You’re lying to me."

Fu Yanhe looked at her expressionlessly, his gaze growing colder, his eyes and brows extremely gloomy.

When she said that, she didn’t even dare to look at him.

Liar.

Shen Yanhe’s hand at her side clenched slightly, she took a deep breath and looked up seriously at him, "Fu Yanhe, look carefully, who am I."

"I’m Shen Yanhe, not the Xia Ran with whom you have shared beautiful memories."

Upon hearing her words, Fu Yanhe looked at her somewhat baffled, his brows furrowed enough to kill a fly, "Of course, I know you are Shen Yanhe."

"Why bring her up out of nowhere?"

The disdain in his words made Shen Yanhe’s prepared speech choke in her throat.

She looked at Fu Yanhe somewhat blankly, "Didn’t you just say, you didn’t want... to leave?"

Fu Yanhe laughed in disbelief, his hand pinching Shen Yanhe’s chin tightened, then reluctantly loosened it, not wanting her to feel pain, "I was talking about you."

"It’s always been you."

What on earth was going on in her little head?

His eyes were not so poor as to fancy a woman like Xia Ran.

Shen Yanhe pursed her lips, not believing him.

Liar.

If it had always been her, he wouldn’t have made her terminate the pregnancy.

A moment of silence passed between them.

Shen Yanhe then patted his hand and awkwardly changed the subject, "Let go of me first, I need to examine you."

Fu Yanhe: "I won’t let go."

Shen Yanhe laughed in exasperation, reaching into her sleeve and pulling out a Golden Needle.

Without any hesitation, she jabbed it into the numb point on his hand.

Fu Yanhe, overcome by the numbness, involuntarily let go of his hand.

Shen Yanhe deftly moved away from his embrace, turned her head with a stern face, and looked at him menacingly, her tone commanding, "Lie down properly, and don’t move."

Fu Yanhe was unusually confronted with her cold demeanor but said nothing, quietly lying down as told.

Shen Yanhe took his pulse and quickly examined his body.

When touching his long legs, she distinctly felt Fu Yanhe’s body tremble slightly, and more sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Shen Yanhe enquired softly as her eyes lit up and she pressed gently again.

Fu Yanhe nodded nonchalantly, his black eyes shining, showing no sign of the pain he was enduring.

Since the car accident, his legs had never had any sensation of pain.

The current pain, on the contrary, made him feel extremely refreshed.

After spending a few minutes carefully examining Fu Yanhe’s legs, Shen Yanhe smiled.

"Good news," she said, "The medicine you took, the medicinal baths, and the acupuncture have had an effect, your leg nerves are slowly recovering."

"Before long, you will be able to stand up."

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