A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 155: Yanyan, I am a normal man

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Yanyan, I am a normal man

The implication: "Your mouth is a cesspool."

When had Yan Daishan ever been pointed at and scolded like this?

Her eyes widened with rage, and she opened her mouth, ready to curse back, but when she caught a glimpse of Fu Yanhe looking in her direction out of the corner of her eye, she forcibly suppressed her anger.

Her eyes reddened, and with tearful eyes, she looked at Fu Yanhe and coquettishly pleaded with him, "Yanhe brother, Miss Shen is being too extreme. I’ve already apologized to her, how can she speak to me like that?"

That "Yanhe brother" made Shen Yanhe’s skin crawl.

Fu Yanhe’s expression darkened slightly, his gaze coolly swept over Yan Daishan, "I think my wife is absolutely right."

His tone was calm, but it carried a strong warning, "Also, miss, I am not familiar with you, please don’t call me brother."

Yan Daishan’s expression froze, her face burning with humiliation.

Anyone’s heart wouldn’t be calm when the person they liked spoke to them like that, especially with Shen Yanhe standing right there.

Unwilling to let it go, she tried to speak again, but Fu Yanhe’s brows tightened, a trace of impatience on his face, and his voice cooled down, "Wu Fang, throw her out."

Wu Fang, who had been waiting outside, came in, "Yes."

Wu Fang approached Yan Daishan and gestured for her to leave, "Miss, please leave and do not harass our young master any further."

The staff had already scurried away when Fu Yanhe arrived.

Now, seeing Wu Fang escorting Yan Daishan out, the looks they cast her way turned strange.

Yan Daishan’s face flushed red, utterly embarrassed, she could no longer stay, and with a heart full of sadness, she glanced at Fu Yanhe, covered her face, and ran out of the dress shop.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes were indifferent, he didn’t take her seriously at all, and instead turned to look at Shen Yanhe, asking, "Did you find anything you like?"

Shen Yanhe’s brows lifted slightly, and a hint of uncontrollable pleasure rose within her; she shook her head, "Not yet, come help me choose."

Fu Yanhe obediently came to her side, and together they picked for half an hour.

Finally, they chose a dark red velvet mermaid gown and handed it to Wu Fang to pay for it.

As they waited, Shen Yanhe walked towards Fu Yanhe, sat next to him on a single-seater sofa, propped her face with her hands, her moist cat-like eyes brimming with laughter.

She deliberately softened her voice, coquettishly calling him, "Yanhe brother～"

Fu Yanhe’s gaze instantly darkened.

His hand resting on the armrest unconsciously tightened, his eyes gazing at her revealed an uncontrollable heat and aggressiveness.

Fu Yanhe stared at her intently, his voice somewhat husky, "Say it again."

"Yanhe brother～" Shen Yanhe obliged him, intentionally leaning closer in his direction, her face showing a pitiful expression, "You wouldn’t ask someone to throw me out too, would you～"

Fu Yanhe’s eyes darkened as he suddenly reached out and grabbed Shen Yanhe’s wrist, pulling her slightly into his arms.

Shen Yanhe was caught off guard as he yanked her into his embrace, sitting her down on his firm thigh.

Beyond her thigh, she could feel something else pressing up against her.

Realizing what that thing was, Shen Yanhe’s fair face quickly spread with a blush, her ears turning a bright red as well, panic surging within her.

Gazing upon her alluring spring-like charm.

Fu Yanhe’s gaze deepened, his Adam’s apple visibly moving as he drew her a little tighter into his arms, his hot breath brushing over her flushed ear, chuckling lowly, "Yanyan, I am a normal man."

Facing the woman he loved, he too had the desires a normal man should have.

He restrained himself as he placed a kiss on the tip of her ear, "Be good, don’t provoke me."

Otherwise, once his leg healed, she wouldn’t be able to resist.

Shen Yanhe’s ears were already sensitive, and swept by his burning breath, combined with his low and pleasant voice, she felt her body tingle and numb.

She swallowed and, in a panic, pressed her hand against his chest with some force, "Alright, alright, I won’t talk anymore, won’t say another word."

Fu Yanhe’s gaze fell slightly, landing on her lips which parted and met continuously. His Adam’s apple bobbed, but considering they were still outside, he let her off for now.

When Wu Fang came back from settling the bill, Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe got into the car and returned to the hospital.

Time flew by, and soon it was the birthday banquet of the old Xia patriarch.

The day before, under Shen Yanhe’s multiple assurances, Fu Yanhe brought her back to the Fu family estate.

On the day of the birthday banquet, both of them got up early.

Shen Yanhe finished styling with the professional team Fu Yanhe had called for.

Her long, black curly hair cascaded over her chest, her skin was fair, and the delicate eye makeup added an unintentional allure to her shimmering eyes.

Her figure was exquisite, with an off-shoulder mermaid-styled dress that showcased all her best features. The slender waist made her figure even more graceful.

Shen Yanhe had good foundations to begin with; a little bit of dressing up made it hard for others to take their eyes off her.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes darkened slightly as he played with the jade ring on his thumb, complimenting, "Very beautiful."

Shen Yanhe flicked her hair and turned to look at the man in the wheelchair.

The man wore a tailored black suit, his hair styled to reveal his striking features. His noble temperament made it difficult for one to look away at first glance.

Her eyes curved, "Thank you, you look very handsome too."

"Let’s go," Fu Yanhe said with a smirk, stretching his hand out to her.

Shen Yanhe placed her hand in his broad palm, and together they took the birthday gift they had prepared for the old Xia patriarch and headed to the Xia family.

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The Xia family’s banquet was held at a high-end villa.

When Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe arrived, many luxury cars were already parked outside, and numerous people dressed in haute couture suits and designer gowns were getting out of the cars.

As Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe alighted from their car, many eyes simultaneously fell upon them.

The moment they saw them, both men and women showed looks of astonishment and amazement in their eyes.

Especially when they noticed Fu Yanhe’s scar had faded to the point of being invisible from afar, and guests began to talk amongst themselves at the sight of his stunning face.

"That’s the young master of the Fu family, isn’t it? Wasn’t his face intact? How did they say it was disfigured?"

"I’ve seen him once before when he was disfigured. Has it been cured by technology, or is it just covered with makeup?"

"If his face is healed, won’t the Xia family’s daughter regret it to death?"

"..."

Xia Tingyuan and Su Lan, who were outside welcoming the guests, also saw Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe approaching and quickly went to greet them.

Intentionally ignoring Shen Yanhe, Su Lan flocked to Fu Yanhe’s side, greeting him warmly with a smile, "Yanhe is here; the old man has been waiting for you for a long time, come on in."

"Uncle Xia, Aunt Su." Fu Yanhe nodded slightly, greeted them with proper manners, took the hand of Shen Yanhe who was pushing his wheelchair from behind, and drew her to his side.

"Let me introduce you, this is my wife, Shen Yanhe."