A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 134: Did You Have a Fight?

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Did You Have a Fight?

Shen Yanhe hesitated for a few seconds before walking over to him.

As Fu Yanhe put his clothes on, he lowered his eyes, speaking in a deep voice to explain to her, "You didn’t hear me out earlier."

"When I asked you to terminate the pregnancy, it was for your good as well as the child’s."

Shen Yanhe remained silent, a bitterness in her throat.

How could terminating the pregnancy possibly be for her and the child’s good?

Fu Yanhe’s slender hands deftly fastened his buttons and pulled her to sit by the bed, ensuring she wouldn’t run off before hearing him out. His gaze towards her was profoundly deep.

He weighed his words carefully, speaking slowly, "When you and I were together, the poison in my system hadn’t been cured, and it was at its strongest."

"And you happened to become pregnant after that time..."

Fu Yanhe didn’t finish his sentence, but Shen Yanhe understood what he meant.

She also remembered that when she was with Fu Yanhe, he was in the throes of the poison.

The child conceived at that time would undoubtedly be somewhat affected by the toxin.

Her red lips slightly parted, her clear, moist eyes looking at him, "So... you’re worried that the toxin affected the child and that’s why you want me to terminate it?"

Fu Yanhe nodded silently.

Slowly sitting up straight, he reached out to enfold Shen Yanhe in his arms, his cheek gently touching her hair, his voice faint, "I’ve consulted with a doctor."

"The doctor doesn’t advise keeping it."

Shen Yanhe felt a slight ache in her heart, a sense of constriction, of heaviness.

She opened her mouth to ask why he hadn’t told her earlier, but then she remembered that she had run out before listening to him fully.

Feeling in the wrong, she closed her mouth again.

Shen Yanhe felt stifled in her chest, her mind in turmoil. For the first time, she leaned into Fu Yanhe’s chest.

She didn’t know how to choose.

Rationally, she knew that Fu Yanhe’s worries were valid; the toxin would affect the child, and if the child were born impaired, it would be a harm to him too.

Emotionally, she thought of what the doctor had said during the check-up.

The child was developing well.

It made her harbor a sliver of hope.

What if... what if the child was normal?

Shen Yanhe was in agony, hopelessly torn, completely unsure of what to choose.

Fu Yanhe sensed the change in her emotions.

Ultimately, he couldn’t bear to see her in so much pain and conflict. He looked down and gently kissed the top of her head, softly patting her back, his gaze inscrutable, making a strategic retreat.

"If you want to keep the child, you can."

His expression was calm, his tone extremely light, "I have money. I can ensure the child a worry-free life."

"It’s not that simple," Shen Yanhe’s muffled voice came through. She took a deep breath and moved away from Fu Yanhe’s embrace.

Looking at him, she pursed her lips, her eyebrows and eyes showing a trace of apology, "I misunderstood you earlier, I’m sorry."

"As for the child." She lowered her gaze, placing her hand on her flat belly, "Give me a few days. I will think it through."

"You can take as long as you need," said Fu Yanhe, not wanting to press her too hard, "You should stay at the villa tonight. I won’t let anyone disturb you."

Shen Yanhe nodded.

She didn’t stay with Fu Yanhe any longer. By the time San Fang came in to help Fu Yanhe bathe, she had already returned to her room.

By the time she had washed up and lay down in bed, it was already half-past eleven.

Shen Yanhe stared at the ceiling, her mind blank as she zoned out.

Suddenly, a thunderclap that was deafening boomed outside, followed by the sound of pouring rain.

The sound of the rain was very hypnotic, and Shen Yanhe, listening to it, drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

While she was deep asleep, in Fu Yanhe’s room.

Fu Yanhe had just finished bathing and come out, and the room had already been tidied by the servants.

The man had changed into a black nightgown, his skin on the exposed wrists extremely pale, his slightly damp hair softly spread out.

San Fang stood by his side, holding a tablet, "Young master, the man who was with the young mistress today is Hang Mushan of the Hang family."

Fu Yanhe’s eyes narrowed slightly, his pale slender hand tapping lightly on the armrest of the wheelchair, "The Hang family..."

The Hang family was not a wealthy household in Sea City; their main development was in Jing City, with ancestors in the business of illicit goods.

In recent years, as the pressure mounted, they turned from the dark to the white.

Shen Yanhe had lived her entire childhood in the rural areas of Haicheng and had no opportunity to come into contact with the Hang family.

So how did she come to know Hang Mushan?

It seems the secrets of his wife are far from few.

San Fang seemed to recall something and continued, "Hang Mushan was sent abroad by his parents to study a few years ago and only returned home recently. Right, young master, he is also good friends with the Yan Family’s young master, Yan Yi."

Fu Yanhe’s eyes were impenetrable, he said indifferently, "I know, you may go rest."

"Oh, and release some funds to Wu Fang so he can buy a new phone."

San Fang replied, "Yes, young master."

After San Fang left the room.

Fu Yanhe sat in front of the French window motionless.

Outside, the pitch-black sky was suddenly streaked by a flash of lightning, followed by the rumbling of thunder.

Watching the lightning in the sky, a glint flashed in his eyes. He wheeled himself to pick up a pillow from the bed and, as if propelled by some unfathomable force, opened the door and left the room.

-

Shen Yanhe, who was fast asleep in bed, was awakened by the measured knocks at the door.

She opened her eyes, propped herself up to sit, and with one hand, she brushed her tousled hair to the back, revealing her delicate brows and eyes tinged with irritation.

She looked up at the clock on the wall, which pointed precisely to half past midnight.

Who would be knocking on her door at this late hour?

Shen Yanhe, with a stern face, got out of bed and strode to the door. She swung it open, ready to question the disturber, only to find Fu Yanhe in his wheelchair, holding a pillow.

Their eyes met.

Seeing Shen Yanhe’s sleepy look, Fu Yanhe felt a twinge of regret.

He shouldn’t have disturbed her sleep.

Shen Yanhe, containing her irritation, leaned her slender hand against her forehead and rubbed lightly, asking with some helplessness, "Coming to knock on my door in the middle of the night... Is this what you meant by not disturbing me?"

"Sorry, I disturbed you," Fu Yanhe replied, looking down, his expression calm and his tone subdued. "I’m just, a little afraid of thunder."

"Can I sleep with you? If it bothers you, I don’t mind sleeping on the floor."

Shen Yanhe’s drowsiness vanished at his words.

She looked at him with disbelief, "You, scared of thunder?"

Fu Yanhe’s expression was serene as he nodded his head, not letting on in the slightest that he was afraid of thunder.

But since he had said so and even come knocking on her door, Shen Yanhe couldn’t well turn him away.

After a standoff, Shen Yanhe sighed softly and moved aside, "Come in."

Fu Yanhe wheeled into the room.

"Get into bed," Shen Yanhe yawned, her voice tired.

Fu Yanhe got onto the bed and the two lay side by side.

Shen Yanhe pulled over the thin quilt, covering both her and Fu Yanhe, curled up at his side and closed her eyes. Her voice was drowsy and muffled as her eyes slowly shut, "Alright, sleep now, there’s nothing to be scared of with me here."

Fu Yanhe silently held her curled up body in his arms, emitting a contented sigh from his heart and responded softly.

He then stopped bothering her, holding her as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

-

The next day.

Shen Yanhe woke up feeling well-rested and instinctively looked beside her.

The space next to her was empty and the bed felt cool, indicating that Fu Yanhe must have woken up earlier.

Her heart relaxed with a sense of relief mixed with an indefinable sense of loss.

When Shen Yanhe was ready and went to the dining hall for breakfast, only Jiang Yun was there; Fu Yanhe had already gone to the office.

Jiang Yun, holding an exquisite little bun, showed a trace of surprise on her face upon seeing her arrive alone.

After all, she and Fu Yanhe had always come and gone together before.

But today it was just her.

Jiang Yun raised her eyebrows, asking, "Did you and Yanhe have a fight?"