A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 170 His Intentions

Chapter 170: Chapter 170 His Intentions

Fu Yanhe pressed his entire weight onto her.

Shen Yanhe exclaimed softly, staggered by his weight, and both of them fell onto the soft carpet.

When they fell onto the carpet, Fu Yanhe’s large hand protected the back of her head, preventing her from getting hurt.

Shen Yanhe looked at the man enveloping her beneath him.

Fu Yanhe was also looking at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Her slim fingers moved slightly, holding her breath slightly.

This position...

Was too ambiguous.

"Sorry," Fu Yanhe propped himself up with one hand, his voice calm and steady, "I didn’t stand firm just now, did you get hurt?"

"No," Shen Yanhe shook her head slightly and raised her hand to support his chest, "You, you should move aside first, let me get up, then I’ll help you."

This position, being too close, was too dangerous.

Fu Yanhe didn’t move.

The man looked at her with a heavy gaze.

Shen Yanhe inexplicably felt that he was somewhat displeased now and couldn’t help but swallow, her slender fingers curling slightly on his chest, "What, what’s wrong?"

Fu Yanhe looked at the slight unease in the girl’s eyes and sighed very softly, "Why are you so foolish?"

"When will you ever see my feelings for you?"

His voice was very soft, virtually devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Yet, to Shen Yanhe’s ears, it made her heart pound fast and heavily.

She gripped his chest tighter unconsciously, not daring to guess the meaning behind his words, but rebutted him, "I’m not foolish, I’m very smart."

Fu Yanhe chuckled softly, his gaze inscrutable as he looked at her, "Not foolish?"

"Not foolish, and yet unable to see that I like you?"

Shen Yanhe was stunned.

"Did you really think that what I said to the old lady just now was a joke?"

Fu Yanhe’s body sank slightly, his tall, erect figure completely enveloping her petite body, his expression dark and serious, "Choosing you, wanting you, was not a joke, but my true feelings."

"But what were you trying to say to me just now? Trying to divorce me?"

Fu Yanhe felt both angry and helpless in his heart, hating her misunderstanding and obtuseness.

Shen Yanhe’s pale, soft face turned red all of a sudden, her heart beating fast and heavily, stuttering against his chest, "How, how could you like me..."

Although she had indeed vaguely thought about it before.

She still thought it was her own wishful thinking.

She had never expected that Fu Yanhe really liked her.

"Why wouldn’t I like you?" he looked at her, speaking slowly and deliberately, "You’re beautiful and cute, independent and confident, with excellent medical skills, such a wonderful girl, who wouldn’t like you?"

Shen Yanhe, flattered by his compliments, blushed like a ripened tomato, nearly steaming at the top of her head.

She had always believed she was a hypocritical, fickle, and unfortunate person—a terrible person.

She had thought that, apart from the old man and a few senior brothers, along with relatives, no one else would like her.

Yet she didn’t expect that someone else would like her too.

Fu Yanhe, watching her dazed expression, felt his heart soften almost to the point of melting.

He couldn’t help but lower his head and gently kiss her slightly parted lips.

The soft touch darkened his eyes suddenly, making him deepen the kiss.

Shen Yanhe, clutching his shirt, used force but didn’t avoid his kiss.

After the kiss ended.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead against hers, looking into her bewildered eyes, his words clear, uttering them one by one, "I won’t divorce you, not in this lifetime."

Shen Yanhe was panting slightly, her boiling brain gradually cooled down, and she looked at him, "That won’t do."

"You’ve only confessed to me, I haven’t agreed yet."

Both she and Fu Yanhe knew that there was no emotional foundation for their marriage.

No romance, no betrothal gifts, no wedding.

It can’t just be him saying, "I like you."

And she dives headfirst into it.

That would be unfair to her.

Fu Yanhe’s gaze darkened as he looked at her, his hand resting on the ground slightly clenched, his muscles tense, his thin lips tightly pursed, hesitating, but he did not ask the question he had deliberately ignored earlier.

Shen Yanhe didn’t like him.

As long as she didn’t like him, even if he told her he liked her hundreds of times, it would be useless.

Fu Yanhe’s gaze shifted away, suddenly not wanting to meet her eyes.

He was afraid to see that her gaze was still clear, with only him lost in desire.

The two remained silent.

The violently beating heart in Shen Yanhe’s chest gradually calmed down, and her brain that felt like it had been on fire also cooled down.

Fu Yanhe took a deep breath, feeling a slight pressure in his chest, and said lightly, "Sorry for causing you trouble."

As he spoke, he slowly moved to the side and turned over, trying his best to avoid touching her.

He still had to try harder to make her fall for him.

But just then, Shen Yanhe grabbed his arm, flipped nimbly, and pinned him down beneath her, sitting astride his abdominals, looking down at him.

Fu Yanhe lay on the carpet, his expression calm as he looked up at her, but his eyes grew darker.

"You need to pursue me." Shen Yanhe’s slender fingers touched his chest, slowly moving downward, her lively cat-like eyes squinting slightly, and there was a hint of flirtatious red at the corners of her eyes.

In front of him, she finally showed some of her true self.

She smiled, "No one just confesses and doesn’t make an effort to pursue, yet expects to gain a wife for nothing."

Fu Yanhe felt the slow stroking of her small hand on him, his gaze darkening, his breathing intensifying.

He couldn’t help but lift his hand to grasp that mischievous hand, kissed it gently at his lips, his heart’s discomfort dissipated by her words.

"Then, how long must I pursue you before I can take you home?"

"At least a few more days."

"A few days?"

She raised her eyebrows, "Depends on your sincerity."

Fu Yanhe chuckled softly, his abdomen undulating with his laughter, which made Shen Yanhe shift back unconsciously.

The look in Fu Yanhe’s eyes became profound, and the hand holding her wrist tightened.

Shen Yanhe’s face flushed, and she hurriedly got up, "It’s broad daylight, don’t be a hooligan."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with intense desire, yet his voice was very calm, "I’m only a hooligan for you."

Shen Yanhe: "..."

This was serious.

After the confession, it was as if he had broken some seal.

He even started saying things like that.

"Ahem, by the way, I have something I want to talk to you about." Shen Yanhe chose to change the topic.

Fu Yanhe propped himself up with both hands and sat up, "What is it?"

Shen Yanhe briefly told him about her plans to enter the laboratory, and finally said, "Xiao Huai’s condition has stabilized with the CO2 medication, but it is still a concern."

"Moreover, the CO2 medication is not that easy to come by, so I thought, based on Xiao Huai’s condition, I want to develop a medicine that can completely cure him."

"I studied medicine for Xiao Huai." Her gaze was steadfast, her expression firm as she said, "So, I must do everything I can to save him."

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