A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 162 Protect Him

Chapter 162: Chapter 162 Protect Him

"What?" Su Lan’s voice immediately rose, "Yanhe went to Ranran’s room?"

"What is a grown man doing in Ranran’s room?"

Guests who hadn’t gone far heard Su Lan’s shout and began to show a gossip-hungry look, many whispering among themselves.

"What is Young Master Fu doing in Xia Ran’s room? They couldn’t be having a private meeting in there, could they? Doesn’t he have a wife now?"

"Hehe, I think they are having an affair. Weren’t they known as a loving couple in Haicheng before?"

"Then his wife is truly pitiable..."

Su Lan frowned and marched toward Xia Ran’s room with a fierce determination, "No, I have to check this out, I can’t let Ranran be taken advantage of!"

The guests exchanged glances and followed her, "Come on, let’s go see."

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Meanwhile, on the second floor.

In the room next to Fu Yanhe’s.

Xia Ran was wrapped in a blanket, tied all around with hemp rope, turning her into a caterpillar, and a cloth was stuffed in her mouth.

She wriggled on the floor like a maggot, full of urgency.

Today, she had miscalculated.

She hadn’t expected that Fu Yanhe, seated in a wheelchair, would still have the strength to subdue her.

Not only that, but he also showed no respect for her grandfather, tying her up and throwing her into the room next door, and tying her tightly; she had no way to escape.

Most importantly, her mother was also aware of the plan she intended to carry out today.

Her mother supported her and even planned to use public opinion to force Fu Yanhe to bow down and divorce Shen Yanhe to marry her.

But now the plan had failed, and she was tied up here, with no way to communicate with her mother.

The unsuspecting Su Lan would certainly proceed with the next step of the plan.

If her father and grandfather were alerted...

Xia Ran thought, feeling a cold shudder throughout her body, growing even more anxious. She mumbled through the cloth in her mouth, calling for help outside, but no one came to her rescue.

Just then, Xia Ran heard the messy sound of footsteps outside.

Immediately after, she heard the banging on the door and Su Lan’s robust voice, "Open the door! Open it for me!"

Xia Ran closed her eyes in despair.

It was over.

Su Lan stood hammering on the door of the room where Fu Yanhe was.

Before she came upstairs, San Fang and Si Fang had been guarding outside, but when they heard the embarrassing noises from inside, they discreetly left.

That gave Su Lan her chance.

Raising her voice, Su Lan shouted into the room, "Yanhe! You already have a wife now, so stop pestering our Ranran! Open this door for me!"

She was banging on the door so hard, it resounded through the air.

The noise alarmed Xia Tairan and Xia Tingyuan, who were upstairs in the study discussing business matters.

Xia Tingyuan helped Xia Tairan downstairs, stood at the entrance of the corridor, frowning and looking displeased at Su Lan, "What are you doing?"

Upon seeing Xia Tingyuan, Su Lan hurried over to him, grabbing a maid who had spoken earlier, "Husband, just now the maid said she saw Yanhe enter Ranran’s room."

"They’ve been in there for a long time, and after so many knocks, they haven’t opened the door. I’m afraid they might be doing something, letting Ranran suffer a disadvantage!"

Before Xia Tingyuan could respond, Xia Tairan spoke with a stern face, "What nonsense are you talking about? Yanhe is such a forthright person, how could he possibly do anything to Ranran?"

"Besides, Yanhe’s leg hasn’t fully recovered yet!"

He scoffed, "Don’t think of your daughter as some delicacy. It was your family who broke off the engagement with Yanhe, and he can’t wait to be done with Ranran."

How could he possibly have touched her?

It’s simply preposterous.

Su Lan bit her lip, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes as she spoke, "Dad, you know that Yanhe and Ranran were once engaged."

"He loved Ranran so much before. What if he acted impulsively and did something?"

"And my Ranran is still a virgin. If news of them being alone in a room gets out, how will she ever marry?"

Xia Tingyuan’s brows furrowed tightly as he looked at the maid standing timidly beside Su Lan and asked sternly, "Did you really see Fu Yanhe and Xia Ran in the same room together?"

The maid nodded, "I saw it. Miss Xia entered the room first, and not long after, Mr. Fu arrived. They haven’t come out yet..."

Xia Tingyuan’s frown deepened. He stepped forward to knock on the door and called out, "Yanhe, it’s Uncle Xia. Open the door first, and let’s talk this through."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door clicked open from the inside.

Dressed in a white shirt and black suit pants, Fu Yanhe appeared at the doorway in his wheelchair.

His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing his neck with two fresh, red kiss marks and some scratch marks on his collarbone.

These were marks that looked extremely intimate.

Yet his expression was very calm, with a dark glint in his pitch-black pupils. He spoke slowly and methodically, "Uncle Xia, your timing is perfect. I have something to discuss with you."

Before Xia Tingyuan could respond, Su Lan, standing behind him, saw the intimate marks on his body and immediately exploded.

She pointed at him angrily, her voice shrill, "You, you beast! You actually did that to Ranran... How could you do this, how can you face your wife!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than a graceful figure walked out from behind Fu Yanhe, accompanied by her soft voice, "What’s happened? Yanhe, why is it so noisy?"

Su Lan’s face changed drastically, she looked up at her sharply, and the guests watching the drama also turned their gaze in unison.

The woman approaching Fu Yanhe was wearing his oversized suit jacket, which covered her petite frame completely.

Her long black curls were somewhat disheveled, her soft, pale cheeks flushed with a rosy tint, her cat-like eyes glistened clear and moist, with a hint of seductiveness at the corners, and her lips were a bright red, full of the air of spring.

Shock was uncontrollably spreading across Su Lan’s face.

Why was it her?

Xia Tairan, who had kept a stern face throughout, slightly relaxed when he saw Shen Yanhe emerge.

He had said so.

The lad Yanhe would never stoop to such despicable acts.

The guests exchanged glances.

Wasn’t it Xia Ran from the Xia Family who was supposed to be in a room with the young master Fu?

How come it’s his wife?

Fu Yanhe turned his head to look at her slightly, the usually cold depths of his eyes now showing a touch of warmth, and he asked gently, "Why are you out here? Shouldn’t you be sleeping a bit more?"

Shen Yanhe came up behind him, leaning slightly forward onto his shoulder, presenting her flushed, slightly trembling hand, "It’s too noisy outside, I couldn’t sleep, so I came out to see."

In reality, she was worried about him and came out to check on the situation.

Fu Yanhe looked at her flushed little hand, a subtle smile flashing through his dark eyes as he held it gently and massaged, "It’ll quiet down soon."

Seeing the affectionate display between the two, Su Lan couldn’t stand it anymore.

She couldn’t help but question Shen Yanhe sharply, "How is it you? Then where is Ranran? Where is Ranran? What have you done to her?"

Fu Yanhe’s expression turned cold instantly.

Shen Yanhe’s cat eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Su Lan, the corner of her mouth curling up into an ambiguous arc, "My husband is here, of course, I’d be by his side, Ms. Su. Your question is very strange, why can’t it be me?"

"And as for the Xia Ran you mentioned, I haven’t seen her since I came into this room. How would I know where she went?"

She scrutinized Su Lan with an aggressive air, "Or is it, Ms. Su, that you and Xia Ran are planning something against my husband?"