A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 153: Don’t Overthink, It’s Just a Follow-up Check

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Don’t Overthink, It’s Just a Follow-up Check

When Fu Yanhe asked the question, Si Fang, who had been holding the steamed buns, also quietly placed them on the table and left.

When leaving, he even considerately closed the door to the ward.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Great, everyone had left, and now the pressure was on her.

After Fu Yanhe asked that question, he didn’t speak again, his extremely dark pupils calmly looking at her.

That emotionless gaze inexplicably carried a bit of oppressiveness.

Shen Yanhe blinked her moist cat-like eyes, looking at him with an innocent face, and said with bluster despite her weak position, "I went out for a walk."

"Who kept me locked up in this hospital room for three or four days? I was about to go stir-crazy."

Based on her past experiences of causing trouble in the countryside and getting beaten up by Ye Min, she knew that at this time, she had to complain first.

Fu Yanhe’s gaze momentarily faltered, a hint of helplessness flashing through his eyes.

He lifted his hand and motioned for her to come over, sighing, "I did it for your health."

Ever since her miscarriage, he had not only inquired with Ji Haosheng about how much damage a miscarriage can do to a woman, but he also looked up information on the internet.

From this information, he learned that if a woman does not receive proper care after a miscarriage, it can lead to inflammation, infections, menstrual irregularities, and even infertility.

Of course, he intended to take careful care of her.

He had been inseparable from her these past few days, and today, he had only left for a little while, yet she had run out; it seemed she really was feeling claustrophobic.

Shen Yanhe felt even guiltier, with a tiny bit of remorse.

What he was doing was indeed for her own good.

She walked over to him and sat down on the single-seater sofa next to him, her hands resting on the armrests, her voice softening a bit, "Don’t worry too much."

"You’ve been taking very good care of me these days, and I feel like my body has already recovered, really."

She reached out and hooked her hand around Fu Yanhe’s, which was resting on the armrest of the wheelchair, and gently shook it, "If there’s anything uncomfortable, I’ll tell you, okay?"

Looking at her soft and gentle appearance, Fu Yanhe’s heart melted; how could he still be mad at her?

His hand with distinct joints clasped hers, his fingers gently stroking the back of her hand as he spoke in a tone that was neither warm nor cold, "Next time you go out, send me a message first."

"Don’t disappear silently like you did today."

He confessed, "Seeing you weren’t there made me panic."

Heaven knows, when he came back to the ward and saw she wasn’t there, how frantic he felt inside.

If it hadn’t been for seeing Qi Yunqian returning to the ward when he left, knowing that Song Shiwei had taken her out, he would have immediately asked Wu Fang to rally the troops to look for her.

Shen Yanhe’s heart skipped a beat, her ears unwillingly flushed with a hint of red, feeling even more guilty, she obediently nodded and agreed, "Okay."

She also etched his words deep into her memory.

The two of them stayed quietly for a while, and she sneakily glanced at Fu Yanhe, who was looking down at the laptop on the table, not noticing her gaze.

As Shen Yanhe watched, a question from Song Shiwei earlier in the day suddenly echoed in her mind: Are you moved?

This made her belatedly tense, and the gaze that had been on him retracted as quickly as if it had been burned.

But after a while, she sneakily looked back at him again.

The scars on Fu Yanhe’s face had already faded a lot.

He was like a dusty jewel, the grime being wiped away by a pair of hands, revealing his original dazzling brilliance.

The man just sat there, his face as handsome as jade, his eyes bright as stars.

His nose was high and straight, his thin lips pale red and slightly pursed, looking very kissable.

Her gaze fell lower, resting on his sexy Adam’s apple and collarbone, and she couldn’t help but swallow.

They drifted uncontrollably downwards, landing on a certain prominence before moving away as quickly as if electrocuted.

They finally came to rest on his long legs.

It had been four days since she had last given Fu Yanhe acupuncture.

Even if she wanted to, her physical condition wouldn’t have allowed it, and Fu Yanhe wouldn’t permit it anyway.

Even the daily task of preparing his medicine and massaging his legs had been handed over to Wu Fang.

But his legs were slowly recovering; after the acupuncture treatment he received the other day, and the massages and medication of these days, he was gradually regaining sensation in his legs.

She just didn’t know to what extent the sensation had returned...

Thinking about it, Shen Yanhe unthinkingly reached out towards Fu Yanhe’s legs and pinched his firm thighs.

Fu Yanhe, who had been reading through some materials, felt a warm, feather-light touch on his thigh.

This gentle contact caused his abdomen to tense slightly, as if something ignited within him, and his eyes darkened in an instant, his long fingers halting their tapping on the keyboard.

Fu Yanhe’s thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and he diverted his gaze from the computer screen, looking down at the soft small hand that was pressing and kneading on his thigh, and asked in a low, husky voice, "Have you touched enough?"

Shen Yanhe paused for a moment and quickly came back to her senses, looking up into Fu Yanhe’s eyes.

His gaze on her was dark but still calm.

Shen Yanhe pursed her lips, anger rising from her heart, prepared to burst forth.

The pressure of her massaging fingers increased slightly, but she spoke very seriously, "Don’t overthink it. I am just conducting a check-up on your leg to see to what extent the sensation has returned."

"If it has mostly come back, then we can start making a recovery plan and proceed to the next step of treatment."

Fu Yanhe’s eyes darkened sharply, and he took hold of her wrist, his voice deepening a few degrees, "Stop fooling around."

Shen Yanhe blinked and looked at him, "Hmm?"

A flicker of helplessness appeared in Fu Yanhe’s eyes, and the hand holding her wrist gently squeezed, as he shifted the wheelchair a little to the side.

"The feeling in my legs has pretty much returned. We’ll start the next step of the treatment once you’ve recovered."

"I’m not in a rush."

Shen Yanhe, seeing his evasive action, flashed a mischievous look in her eyes, "We have already seen each other frankly, why are you still so shy?"

She was doing it on purpose.

When sensation in the legs first returns, there is a period of heightened sensitivity.

But she hadn’t expected Fu Yanhe’s reaction to be so restrained, so innocent.

Fu Yanhe’s gaze grew even heavier, his stare at her brimming with intensity, but he quickly composed himself, his words laden with a deeper implication, "I’m afraid if I’m not shy, someone else won’t be able to handle it."

Shen Yanhe’s ears grew hotter.

She coughed lightly a few times, hastily changing the subject, "It seems like the sensation has come back nicely. I will formulate a recovery plan tonight and change the prescription."

"You can also try standing up and walking around."

Holding onto her wrist, Fu Yanhe hummed quietly in response, then asked her, "Shall we go out to the gown shop so you can try on some dresses?"

Old Master Xia’s birthday banquet required formal attire.

He had originally planned a custom order, but seeing how bored she was in the hospital, decided to change the plan.

Shen Yanhe considered for a moment.

She hadn’t actually shopped for gowns very often since childhood; when she needed to attend banquets abroad, her senior brother would handle the custom orders for her.

Feeling cooped up in the hospital as well, she agreed to go.

Fu Yanhe quickly wrapped up the materials, and the two of them left the hospital to head towards FY Mall in their car.