A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 167: Scandal News

Chapter 167: Chapter 167: Scandal News

Song Shiwei couldn’t help but cry and laugh, feeling warmth in her heart.

How fortunate she was in life to have such a good friend.

She pulled Shen Yanhe back and hugged her tightly, rubbing her cheek against Shen Yanhe’s chest: "Little He Miao, it’s so good to have you."

"But you don’t have to, I will seek revenge with my own hands."

The issues between her and Qi Yunqian were hers to resolve.

Little He Miao was already having a hard enough time, not only working to make a living but also taking care of Shen Huai in the hospital.

She didn’t want Little He Miao to wade into these murky waters.

Shen Yanhe fell silent.

She knew that Song Shiwei didn’t want her to get involved.

Shen Yanhe let out a deep sigh and opened her arms to hug her back: "Then you must tell me if you need any help."

Song Shiwei nodded firmly: "Mhm!"

When Fu Yanhe came downstairs to look for them, he saw the scene of two beautiful girls hugging each other.

He didn’t make a sound to disturb them, but his gaze fell on Song Shiwei’s hand placed on Shen Yanhe’s slender waist.

That hand seemed inexplicably irksome to him.

Song Shiwei felt a chill down her spine, sensing that she had caught the attention of some large predatory beast.

She quickly looked up and saw Fu Yanhe not too far away.

Fu Yanhe had changed into a handcrafted black suit, sitting in a silver wheelchair. His handsome face was expressionless as he calmly looked at her with his dark pupils.

Yet, she felt an immense sense of oppression from him.

Song Shiwei swallowed nervously and reluctantly let go of Shen Yanhe: "Fu Yanhe is here; you go find him. I drove here, so I can go back by myself."

Shen Yanhe blinked and followed Song Shiwei’s gaze.

Indeed, she saw Fu Yanhe sitting quietly not far away, not making a sound, and instinctively gave him a big smile.

Fu Yanhe’s thin lips curled into a slight smile, a trace of lightness appeared on his face as he wheeled himself closer to them, nodding politely to Song Shiwei: "Miss Song."

Song Shiwei didn’t expect him to greet her, feeling flattered: "Mr. Fu."

His expression was indifferent, but his gaze softened a bit when looking at Shen Yanhe: "Can we go back now?"

The man’s voice was cold, austere, and deep but carried a hint of softness, which was pleasant to hear.

Shen Yanhe hesitated, looking at Song Shiwei as if asking: "Shiwei, how about I take you home?"

She was worried that Qi Yunqian would come looking for trouble with Song Shiwei.

Fu Yanhe looked at her as well.

Song Shiwei felt an overwhelming pressure and waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, there’s no need, I can go by myself."

She was certain.

If she agreed.

This Mr. Fu would definitely want to kill her.

Fu Yanhe glanced at Shen Yanhe’s worried expression and considerately suggested: "How about letting Wu Fang take Miss Song home?"

"It’s getting late, and it’s not very safe for a girl to go home alone."

Shen Yanhe’s eyes brightened, looking gratefully at him: "Is that okay?"

After all, Wu Fang was his man.

Fu Yanhe smiled and nodded: "Of course."

Shen Yanhe pursed her lips, feeling a slight sweetness in her heart as she firmly said, pulling Song Shiwei’s hand: "Let Wu Fang take you home; otherwise, I won’t be at ease."

Song Shiwei felt both helpless and touched, so she could only nod her head and agree.

The group split into two and left the Xia Family’s home.

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Even after that day, Xia Tairan tried hard to suppress the incident that had occurred at the banquet.

However, there were simply too many guests who had witnessed it, and some rumors still spread.

Some unscrupulous marketing accounts sensationalized the news of the Xia family’s daughter humiliatingly throwing herself at the Fu family’s eldest young master and being thrown out the door.

But they were smart, not daring to provoke the Fu Family, so they downplayed the Fu Family’s involvement in their headlines and focused on the scandal of the Xia family’s daughter offering herself.

This kind of news about the secrets of the wealthy, with a touch of scandal, was exactly what netizens loved most.

In just a few days, it was everywhere online, with its popularity continuously rising.

Some netizens even found Xia Ran’s social media accounts.

On the internet, Xia Ran presented herself as a pure and aloof beauty, untouched by the mud of scandal.

Most of her posts were pictures and videos of her brewing tea, practicing calligraphy, and painting.

Those photos were filled with luxury and understatement.

But this scandalous news shattered her pure persona.

She even got a new nickname from netizens: "The Desirous Lady."

The Xia Family’s company also suffered by association, with its image taking a massive hit.

The company had already been struggling to survive these days, looking for new contracts. Once this scandal broke, not only did they receive fewer contracts, but their stock also fluctuated and plummeted.

This left Xia Tingyuan overwhelmed and frantic.

Returning home from the company, he pointed at Xia Ran and Su Lan, both affected by the online comments, and cursed: "You two idiots! Look at the mess you’ve made!"

"The company was just starting to recover, but now because of you two useless people, our stock has plummeted, and we’ve lost our corporate image! Are you satisfied now?"

Xia Ran shrank fearfully to one side and dared not utter a word.

Su Lan defensively complained, "Wasn’t I thinking of the company’s best interest? If I could really get close to Fu Yanhe, the company wouldn’t be short of projects to work on."

"Now it’s those marketing accounts talking nonsense online, how can you blame us?"

Xia Tingyuan’s face turned iron blue with anger, and he raised his hand to slap Su Lan across the face.

Su Lan’s head buzzed from the blow, and she covered her swollen face, looking at him in disbelief: "Xia Tingyuan, you dare to hit me?"

Xia Tingyuan pointed at her and yelled, "That’s right, I hit you! Didn’t I tell you before not to provoke Fu Yanhe?"

"What did you two do behind my back?!"

Su Lan was furious. She screeched and lunged directly at Xia Tingyuan: "You bastard! Did you not know about this from the beginning? You knew! You gave your tacit approval! Now that something has gone wrong, you’re throwing it all on us mother and daughter!"

"Xia Tingyuan, you are the worst!"

Xia Ran, witnessing the altercation between Su Lan and Xia Tingyuan, quickly stepped forward to intervene: "Dad, Mom, please stop fighting."

"The most important thing now is to do public relations for the company to salvage its image."

Xia Tingyuan scoffed with a dark expression: "By the time you thought of public relations, the company would have already gone bankrupt!"

He had already instructed the company’s PR department to start deleting the news online.

Even so, with the company’s image damaged, it wasn’t something that could be reversed overnight.

The more Xia Tingyuan thought about it, the angrier he got, and he gave Su Lan and Xia Ran a hateful glare before grabbing his coat and storming out: "You two fools! All you ever do is cause trouble! The Xia Family will be ruined by your hands sooner or later!"

Enraged to the point of near fainting, Su Lan trembled, pointing at his retreating figure and screaming, "Xia Tingyuan, you heartless bastard! If you leave, you’d better not come back!"

Xia Ran didn’t feel good either.

First, she had stripped naked and presented herself to Fu Yanhe, shamefully drugging him, only to be rejected— he preferred to shower in cold water than to touch her.

Then came the scandalous news about her online.

Her image was ruined, and now, all her former acquaintances in Haicheng were probably laughing at her.

And now she was being scolded like this by Xia Tingyuan.

Xia Ran’s nose tingled, and she couldn’t hold back her tears as she hugged Su Lan and cried, "Mom, I’m sorry, it’s all because of me."