A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 161: You Can Use Another Way

Chapter 161: Chapter 161: You Can Use Another Way

Shen Yanhe’s complexion changed drastically, and she asked urgently, "What happened?"

No wonder there had been such a commotion just now, yet she had not seen Fu Yanhe’s figure.

It turned out something had happened.

Wu Fang, with a face that found it difficult to speak, said, "This... I shouldn’t say, Mrs. Fu, if you come with me you’ll understand."

"Only you can solve the problem that has arisen with the young master."

Song Shiwei, trailing behind Qi Yunqian by a step, heard Wu Fang’s words and hastily said to her, "Little He Miao, you go quickly, don’t worry about me, I can protect myself."

Shen Yanhe didn’t hesitate, nodded, and without avoiding the fact that Qi Yunqian was present, she cautioned her, "If you notice something is not right, record the audio and video, don’t let others slander you again."

Song Shiwei: "Mm."

Shen Yanhe didn’t stay any longer and left in a hurry with Wu Fang.

Wu Fang led Shen Yanhe through the banquet hall, all the way to the room where they had seen the elder Mr. Xia earlier, finally reaching a room at the corner on the second floor.

San Fang and Si Fang were guarding the outside of the room.

Upon seeing Shen Yanhe arriving, they immediately opened the door without any hesitation.

Shen Yanhe didn’t delay, striding into the room.

Just as she entered the room, a burning, slightly damp hand reached out from behind the door, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her over with force.

Shen Yanhe instinctively clenched her fist to strike, but upon smelling the familiar sandalwood scent, she stopped her momentum and allowed herself to be pulled over, ending up seated on Fu Yanhe’s sturdy thighs.

Shen Yanhe looked up, her red lips slightly parted, just about to speak, when an overwhelming kiss descended upon her.

Her mind went blank as her hand pressed against his chest feebly struggled a little, but the hand that was on her waist tightened its hold, embracing her even more firmly.

Fu Yanhe kissed her fiercely, leaving no opportunity for her to react.

Her breath was aggressively stolen away by him, leaving her completely powerless to break free.

In the dark room.

Fu Yanhe’s long eyelashes were slightly drooped, the thin eyelids stained a bit red, revealing turbulent desire and obsession in his pitch-black pupils.

In her confusion, Shen Yanhe felt the scorching hand on her waist moving erratically, and her foggy mind regained a bit of clarity as her soft hand grabbed his.

She struggled hard against his increasingly intense kisses, tilting her head back to dodge his lips.

Unsatisfied with her avoidance, he followed and attempted to continue kissing her.

Shen Yanhe, left with no choice, could only extend her hand to cover his lips, stopping him from kissing her again.

She calmed her rapid breathing, opened her eyes wide trying hard to discern Fu Yanhe’s current appearance, swallowed, and asked him in a disjointed manner, "Yanhe, you, what’s wrong with you?"

Fu Yanhe’s state was abnormal.

Although he would occasionally kiss her, he was always restrained.

Sometimes he would kiss her forehead, other times her cheek.

Nothing like now, kissing her so aggressively.

It was as if he wanted to devour her whole.

With her lips blocking him, Fu Yanhe’s rationality returned slightly.

He restrained himself by closing his eyes, suppressing the surging desire in his gaze, raised his hand to take her soft hand off his lips, and gently kissed it.

Fu Yanhe opened his eyes, taking advantage of the darkness, his gaze burning unreservedly as he stared at the girl in his arms, pulling her even tighter, his voice calm yet hoarse.

"Sorry."

"I’m having some trouble controlling myself."

Trouble controlling himself?

Shen Yanhe was taken aback, and only then did she feel the dampness underneath her on his thighs.

She stretched out her hand and felt Fu Yanhe’s thigh.

It was wet.

Then she turned to touch Fu Yanhe’s clothes and found them all wet, as if he had been soaked in water.

But his skin was very hot.

"What happened?"

Fu Yanhe let her soft little hands roam over his body, but his eyes gradually darkened, his voice becoming huskier as he simply recounted what had just happened.

Half an hour earlier.

Fu Yanhe had noticed some activity in the small garden and, fearing she might get into trouble, went to find her himself.

However, on his way, he was stopped by a maid, who told him that Old Master Xia needed him for something very important.

So, he ordered Wu Fang to go near the garden to protect Shen Yanhe, while he followed the maid to find Old Master Xia.

Because the path was the same as the one he had taken earlier with Shen Yanhe to find Old Master Xia, Fu Yanhe did not suspect anything was amiss.

Not until the maid brought him into this room and he saw Xia Ran, naked as the day she was born,

did he realize this was a trap.

It was Xia Ran, bold as brass, who had used Old Master Xia’s name to lure him here.

Fu Yanhe immediately backed away, but the maid closed the door behind him.

Xia Ran lunged toward him,

but was subdued by Fu Yanhe, who tied her up.

Then Xia Ran told him that an aphrodisiac incense had been lit in the room and that Fu Yanhe had already inhaled quite a bit of it.

The doctors had no antidote, and if no one helped him, he would suffer terribly, just like she did that time.

At first, Fu Yanhe forcibly endured it, phoned San Fang and the others to come take Xia Ran away, while he went to shower in cold water.

But the more he showered, the more his body burned with heat.

Having no other choice, he phoned Wu Fang to bring Shen Yanhe over.

Now, she was his medicine.

The hand that Shen Yanhe had on the corner of his clothes suddenly tightened, a glint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes, "What about Xia Ran?"

Fu Yanhe took a slightly deeper breath, his expression calm, but his hand uncontrollably caressing her delicate waistline, unable to resist leaning closer to her.

He kissed her small ear, his voice even huskier, "I’ve tied her up in the next room."

He feared if Xia Ran were to stay here, he wouldn’t be able to control himself from killing her.

Shen Yanhe flinched slightly backward from the heat of his light kiss. She pursed her lips and asked, "How can I help you?"

"Here...?"

Fu Yanhe’s eyes suddenly darkened, his gaze fixating on her as he summoned all his strength to suppress the desire to take her right then and there, and he refused gently, "No."

He could not bear to make love to her here for the second time.

Especially since it was Old Master Xia’s birthday celebration.

If others were to see this and word got out, it would harm his little lady.

"Then are you going to endure it like this?" Shen Yanhe’s eyebrows knitted together.

She thought of how she suffered last time she was drugged...

She bit her lip, holding back the shivers that his caresses on her waist brought her, and looked up at Fu Yanhe, her voice trembling, "What if... I knock you out?"

"Being unconscious, you wouldn’t suffer as much."

Fu Yanhe’s caresses paused for a moment as he leaned his forehead against hers, sighing with a wry smile, "You really are... not one bit sympathetic towards me..."

Shen Yanhe wore an innocent face.

He couldn’t help but kiss her forehead, his hand that had been on her waist letting go to hold her soft and tender hand. His gaze intense, his voice hoarse, he whispered something into her ear.

......

Meanwhile.

After sending Fu Yu onto the ambulance, Su Lan took out her cellphone from her bag to check the time. Seeing it was about time, she turned to walk back, asking a maid who had come out to help, "With Xiao Yu having such a big emergency, why hasn’t Ah Yanhe come to check on things?"

"Where is he now?"

The maid stammered, "Madam... I just... I just saw Young Master Fu going alone... to Miss’s room."