A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 154: Spouting Nonsense with Just a Word

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Spouting Nonsense with Just a Word

The FY Mall is the largest luxury mall in the world.

Every couture fashion store located within the mall is a renowned international brand.

But the most prestigious and with the most outstanding designs is none other than the FY family’s own store.

Fu Yanhe directly took Shen Yanhe to the FY Mall and entered the FY family’s couture store.

Upon entering, a sales associate greeted them with a beaming smile, "Welcome, what kind of dress are the two of you looking for?"

When the sales associate saw the appearances of Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe, a flash of amazement crossed her eyes, but upon noticing Fu Yanhe sitting in a wheelchair, a flicker of pity also passed.

What a shame.

Such a handsome man, yet he’s disabled.

Shen Yanhe noticed her gaze, her brows and eyes slightly furrowed, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

Fu Yanhe’s expression was exceedingly indifferent, "Bring out all the new arrivals in the store, let her choose."

The sales associate’s eyes lit up, hastily saying, "Of course, of course, please take a seat, and I’ll arrange for someone to bring out all of this season’s new arrivals."

She guided Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe to the sofas in the lounge area, poured them each a cup of tea, and then went to instruct the other sales associates to bring the new arrivals.

This was a rare big customer, she had to close the deal!

Shen Yanhe, looking at the grand preparations of the store, her mouth twitched slightly. Leaning close to Fu Yanhe’s ear, she lowered her voice and said, "Isn’t this too much trouble? I can just pick any one."

Fu Yanhe’s thin lips slightly curled, he leaned a bit closer to her and lowered his voice as well, "But I want to give you the best."

His warm breath lightly brushed her sensitive ear tip.

Causing Shen Yanhe’s heart to tremble, she couldn’t help but raise her hand to rub her ear, and distanced herself a bit from him.

Fu Yanhe looked at her, a hint of a smile hiding in the corners of his eyes.

Just then, a vibration came from Fu Yanhe’s pocket.

He took out his phone and softly instructed Shen Yanhe, "Take a look yourself first, buy anything you like. I’ll step out to take a call."

Shen Yanhe nodded, "Go ahead."

At the same time that Fu Yanhe stepped out to take the call, the sales associate came over with other staff, pushing racks filled with dresses and enthusiastically pitched to Shen Yanhe, "These are our new arrivals for the season, miss, please have a look and see what you like?"

Shen Yanhe stood with a gentle smile, getting up to walk over to the racks, "Let me take a look."

The sales associate praised her, "The miss is beautiful, with fair skin and a good figure, anything will look good on you."

Shen Yanhe responded with a faint smile and a word of thanks for the compliment, then continued to browse the dresses.

There were many different styles of dresses on the racks.

Shen Yanhe felt torn, struggling to choose between black or red.

A welcoming greeting at the shop’s entrance was followed by a sneering voice, "Wow, even a poor bumpkin can afford to buy a dress here?"

Shen Yanhe’s hand paused on the rack, her head tilting slightly to the side.

She saw Yan Daishan, wearing a black long dress with large wavy hair, flawless makeup, and someone she had a brief encounter with before.

Yan Daishan inwardly cursed her bad luck.

She had come to buy a dress for the Old Master Xia’s birthday banquet and didn’t expect to run into Shen Yanhe, the country bumpkin, here.

Remembering her previous embarrassment when she was thrown out of Chunhe Hall, her gaze toward Shen Yanhe carried a deep malice.

She sneered, with ill intent, "Miss Shen has lived in the countryside since childhood, this must be your first time at a dress store to pick out a dress, right?"

Yan Daishan deliberately raised her voice, and the sales associate who had been attentively praising Shen Yanhe moments ago had a swift change in expression.

He looked at her with a hint of surprised doubt.

Yan Daishan sneered maliciously, pointing at the blood-red mermaid-style gown in front of Shen Yanhe, "Let me tell you, the gown right in front of you is worth six million."

"Miss Shen, you better not touch it carelessly. If you dirty it, even selling you wouldn’t cover the cost."

Shen Yanhe’s expression was indifferent, as she glanced at Yan Daishan lightly, clearly not taking her seriously.

She felt it was unlucky too.

Even buying a gown could lead to someone picking a quarrel.

Before she could speak, Fu Yanhe’s cold voice came through, "A mere six million is not worth her compensating."

Shen Yanhe saw Fu Yanhe driving his wheelchair in from outside, a soft and delicate smile on her face as she went to greet him, "Are you finished with your call?"

Fu Yanhe’s eyes also appeared to lighten with a smile, as he nodded slightly, "Yes, have you seen a gown that you like?"

Shen Yanhe shook her head slightly, her annoyance evident, "Not yet, these gowns are all beautiful, but I can’t make up my mind."

Fu Yanhe came to her side, took her hand, and patted it gently, "No worries, we have plenty of time to choose slowly."

The two of them conversed intimately, as if no one else were present, completely ignoring Yan Daishan.

At the moment Fu Yanhe appeared.

Yan Daishan’s attention was immediately captured by him.

Especially upon seeing that most of the scars on his face had faded, and only a slight redness from the burn marred his face, which added a rebellious charm to his appearance, she was utterly stunned.

Her heart was profoundly shocked.

The scars on Fu Yanhe’s face had faded?

Could it mean that his face would recover?

Yan Daishan’s heart raced as she stared intently at Fu Yanhe’s face, which hit all the right notes of her aesthetic preferences, feeling like she was about to combust.

Even the humiliation of being thrown out of the Fu Family before was forgotten, as she yearned to get close to Fu Yanhe.

She approached eagerly, blocking Fu Yanhe’s path with a coy and shy expression, her voice that was full of malice before now turned soft and tender, "Yanhe brother, it’s me, I’m Daishan!"

Shen Yanhe’s brows lifted slightly, her gaze falling on Fu Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe’s brow furrowed slightly, and he looked at Yan Daishan with a cool expression, his tone indifferent, "Madam, I don’t know you, please step aside."

When Yan Daishan had come to discuss a marriage alliance with the Fu Family, Fu Yanhe had left the matter to Wu Fang. He had only glanced at her from a distance, not knowing who she was or what she looked like.

Yan Daishan was choked up and insisted resentfully, "Yanhe brother, have you forgotten me? I am the daughter of the Yan Family who brought up marriage with the Fu Family, I’m Yan Daishan!"

Fu Yanhe’s eyelids lifted slightly, his cold gaze clearly showing his impatience, "I don’t know you, step aside."

Yan Daishan trembled under his gaze and dared not block him anymore, quickly stepping to the side.

Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe continued to shop for gowns.

Yan Daishan was not willing to give up. After muttering to herself for a few minutes, she approached again.

She didn’t dare to go near Fu Yanhe directly and instead pretended to be looking at gowns, approaching Shen Yanhe whose face was delicately made up, her face carrying a false apology, "I’m sorry, Miss Shen, I was rude just now, but..."

Yan Daishan batted her innocent-looking eyes, "Someone as magnanimous as you would surely forgive me, right?"

Shen Yanhe, who had been trying her best to ignore the annoying presence before her, couldn’t help but laugh at the remark.

Her eyelashes drooped slightly, her tongue tapping the roof of her mouth, she looked at Yan Daishan with a smirk that was not quite a smile, "Someone like Miss Yan, with such a disability, of course, I would forgive you."

"After all, Miss Yan goes out every day leaving her mouth behind, only bringing a cesspool instead. The moment she opens her mouth, out spews filth, never once clean—it’s quite pitiful indeed."