A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 152: Caught Red-Handed

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Caught Red-Handed

Qi Yunqian frowned and looked at Fu Yu.

Fu Yu’s face stiffened, her heart filled with resentment.

That cheap wench Shen Yanhe, no wonder she could become friends with Song Shiwei—just as loathsome as her!

Her eyes reddened, and tears fell as she looked down, pitiful and at a loss as she said, "Sister-in-law and Sister Shiwei misunderstood what I said, everything I said was for sister-in-law’s good, especially since the news of sister-in-law’s kidnapping has spread throughout Haicheng."

"Yunqian brother, you must believe me, we’ve been childhood sweethearts, how could I possibly say such malicious words?"

Shen Yanhe let out a sarcastic laugh, pulled out the smartphone from her pocket, and brought up the recording app, "Is that so? Miss Fu, I still have a recording here. Do you want me to play it for you to listen?"

Song Shiwei looked at Shen Yanhe in surprise.

She hadn’t expected little He Miao to still have a trick up her sleeve.

Fu Yu’s face turned from pale to green, her inner turmoil escalating.

That cheap wench Shen Yanhe! She even made a recording!

No!

She couldn’t let Yunqian brother hear the words she said!

Immediately, Fu Yu gave Qi Yunqian a pitiful and pained glance, let out a sob, and cried, "You all bully me!"

As her words fell, she covered her mouth and stumbled out of the hospital room.

Qi Yunqian’s eyebrows knitted tightly together, he raised his hand to rub his forehead and turned his soft gaze towards Song Shiwei, saying, "Shiwei, Fu Yu is emotionally unstable, I’ll go and have a look at her first, and come back to find you later."

At the same time, he also wanted to make things clear to Fu Yu.

To tell Fu Yu not to entangle him anymore.

Shen Yanhe’s brows furrowed slightly, her eyes somewhat cold as she looked at Qi Yunqian. Just as she was about to speak, her wrist suddenly tightened.

Song Shiwei had grabbed her wrist, stopping her from speaking, glanced at him coldly, and said indifferently, "Go ahead."

Qi Yunqian helplessly left with a promise that he would be back soon, then turned to follow the direction Fu Yu had run off in.

Song Shiwei, with her eyelids downcast, clenched the hand hanging by her side into a fist, her sharp nails digging into her palm, bringing a slight sting.

"Aren’t you stopping him?" Shen Yanhe asked Song Shiwei, puzzled.

"Why should I stop him?" Song Shiwei repressed her emotions, rolled her eyes at Shen Yanhe, "Let the scum man and cheap girl be a pair, they can do as they please."

She changed the subject and urged Shen Yanhe back to bed, "Why are you out of bed? Go lie down."

"I’ve been lying down for three or four days now, I’m all sore," Shen Yanhe responded helplessly as she was pushed back to the bed, ultimately obediently listening to Song Shiwei and lying back down, continuing, "I’m not as fragile as you think, I am almost better now."

"Indeed," Song Shiwei picked up the bag she had thrown earlier, carried the fruit basket back in from the doorway, and carefully inspected Shen Yanhe.

She nodded in satisfaction and placed the fruit basket on the bedside table, "Fu Yanhe has taken good care of you, your complexion looks a lot better than before."

"It seems he isn’t as cold and heartless as the rumors say."

Shen Yanhe, with a helpless laugh, touched her forehead, her cat-like eyes revealing a hint of tenderness, "He was never as bad as the rumors, he’s actually quite kind."

Song Shiwei stroked her chin, blinking rapidly as she observed the tender smile on Shen Yanhe’s face, suddenly letting out a laugh, "Is that so?"

She suddenly leaned close to Shen Yanhe’s face, her expression carrying a hint of teasing, "Has our little He Miao fallen for him?"

Shen Yanhe shuddered, her long, curved eyelashes fluttering, a mix of confusion and shyness spreading in her heart as she averted her gaze from Song Shiwei, "How, how could that be."

Though she said that, her heartbeat began to intensify.

Her mind was filled with memories since meeting Fu Yanhe.

Kissing him, embracing him.

Including the concealed joy she felt upon discovering the man she had forced herself on was Fu Yanhe.

The chill and disappointment when hearing he wanted to terminate the pregnancy.

The time he put her hand on his chest while she was crying, telling her how distressed he was...

All those emotions and memories, whether deliberately ignored or suppressed, were stirred into chaos by Song Shiwei’s single question.

She couldn’t help but place her hand lightly on her chest, feeling her heartbeat growing faster, with her eyelashes slightly lowered.

Is this what it feels like to be smitten?

Had she... fallen for Fu Yanhe?

This was the first time she had ever liked someone.

When she realized this emotion, she felt somewhat at a loss.

She couldn’t help but wonder.

Would Fu Yanhe like her back?

The care he had been showing her these past days, was it because of affection, or simply a marital duty?

Shen Yanhe thought somewhat absentmindedly.

He probably wouldn’t like her, would he?

After all, he had said multiple times before that his kindness towards her was merely because they were husband and wife.

Song Shiwei, looking at Shen Yanhe’s blushing cheeks and somewhat absentminded appearance, knew she had fallen hard.

She didn’t expose Shen Yanhe’s denial; she knew when a young girl falls for someone for the first time, they often stoutly deny their feelings before eventually coming to understand their own heart.

After all, who is born daring to love and hate?

It’s usually because one’s first love wasn’t treasured properly that a bold and fearless personality is forged.

She chuckled and played along with Shen Yanhe’s words, "Alright, alright, you don’t."

Song Shiwei took an apple out of the fruit basket, peeled it with a knife, and changed the subject, "But you’ve changed out of your patient gown, are you planning to go out?"

Shen Yanhe came back to her senses, saw that Song Shiwei did not continue on that topic, and breathed a sigh of relief, nodding, "Yes, I’m planning to go to Chunhe Hall; I have something to pick up."

"Is your health fully recovered that you’re running out? Does Fu Yanhe know?"

"I’ve been better for a while now, I’m not made of porcelain, it’s fine as long as I don’t do any strenuous exercise," Shen Yanhe said helplessly, "He doesn’t know."

If Fu Yanhe knew, he wouldn’t have let her go out.

"Alright, finish this apple and I’ll take you," Song Shiwei swiftly halved the peeled apple, handing one half to Shen Yanhe.

She was impatient with staying in the hospital waiting for Qi Yunqian.

And even more so with seeing Fu Yu’s tearful, woeful demeanor.

"Ok."

After finishing the apple, Shen Yanhe and Song Shiwei slipped out of the ward.

She drove her to Chunhe Hall.

Shen Yanhe went into the pharmaceutical room, checked all the medicinal herbs to ensure no damage, then called Jiang Yifeng.

Jiang Yifeng arrived very quickly, reaching Chunhe Hall in less than half an hour.

"Please help me take these herbs to ERN02 lab," Shen Yanhe handed him the resealed packs of herbs, "I’ll send the lab’s address to your phone in a bit."

Jiang Yifeng nodded, rolled up his shirt sleeves to reveal his well-defined forearms, bent down to pick up the bags of herbs from the ground, and moved them out of Chunhe Hall.

Ten minutes later, all the herbs were loaded onto the car.

Jiang Yifeng drove away.

Only then did Shen Yanhe get back in Song Shiwei’s car and return to the hospital.

The two chatted and laughed their way back to the ward, but upon seeing Si Fang, who stood holding a bag of buns obediently off to the side, and the two men with different expressions sitting on the sofa, they instantly fell silent.

Song Shiwei, spotting Qi Yunqian’s somewhat unpleasant face, changed expressions and turned to leave.

Qi Yunqian’s expression darkened slightly as he stood up and quickly followed her out.

Shen Yanhe silently watched Fu Yanhe with a laptop on his lap, feeling inexplicably guilty.

Fu Yanhe seemed to sense her gaze, lifted his eyes calmly toward her, and asked, "Back already?"

He set his laptop down on the table with a click and asked her, "Where did you go?"