A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 171: My Patron

Chapter 171: Chapter 171: My Patron

Fu Yanhe looked at the girl’s clear cat-like eyes with a gentle gaze and said, "Do whatever you want to do, I’ll always be behind you supporting you."

"I’ll always be your backing."

Those two simple sentences made Shen Yanhe’s cheeks turn red in an instant.

A tingling sensation spread from her heart to her whole body, making her palms feel slightly numb.

She pursed her lips and murmured softly, "Don’t think that by using sweet nothings, you can shorten the time it takes for you to woo me."

A slight smile flickered in Fu Yanhe’s eyes.

He leaned a little closer to Shen Yanhe, took her soft white hand into his own, and played with it carelessly as he asked her, "Do you need funding?

"Research requires a substantial amount of money; the thing I have the most of is money."

Fu Yanhe said indifferently, "You might as well help me spend some of it, otherwise it just sits there gathering dust."

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Listen, listen, this is how wealthy people talk, so domineering.

She was green with envy.

Why couldn’t she be one of the many wealthy people in this world?

Her heart was wildly shaken.

Yet, she still refused Fu Yanhe: "No need."

"This research I’m doing is a personal project, and the money and effort it consumes are enormous."

"Your investment in it would merely make a sound, but it wouldn’t generate any benefits for you."

She knew Fu Yanhe was rich.

After all, the black card he gave her had a limit of a hundred billion.

But now that Fu Yanhe could no longer continue to serve as the head of the Fu Corporation, he would need startup funds and money if he decided to start his own business.

So, she couldn’t always use his money.

That wouldn’t be fair to him.

Fu Yanhe listened to her quietly, then sighed softly, lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it, and said, "I understand your concerns."

"Don’t worry, my money, you can’t spend it all."

"Moreover," he continued, "I think it’s very meaningful to invest in your project. If you really manage to develop a drug that completely cures this deadly disease, you could help many more people like little Huai."

Shen Yanhe was moved; she pursed her lips and looked at Fu Yanhe, saying, "But this project can’t be completed overnight, and the financial investment is incalculable."

"Even," her voice was hoarse, "if the research fails, your money could very likely be wasted."

Not every experiment can guarantee a hundred percent success.

Even she had failed many times when making the C02 potion, wasting nearly ten million in herbal medicine costs before finally succeeding.

"Yanyan, I believe in you," Fu Yanhe said calmly, looking at her with soft yet powerful eyes, "The things you are determined to do, you will definitely be able to accomplish."

"And," his eyes and brows softened with a touch of a smile, he sighed, "I’m your suitor now, and I’ve finally got a chance to please you, so please don’t reject me again, okay?"

Shen Yanhe pursed her lips and slowly nodded.

In the end, she looked at Fu Yanhe with a somewhat helpless smile and teased, "Does this mean I’ve got a sugar daddy now, living off someone else’s dime?"

It’s well known that one of the biggest obstacles to experimental research is money.

And now, this obstacle has been effortlessly removed by Fu Yanhe.

For a long time to come, she wouldn’t have to worry about where to earn money to buy medicinal materials, supplies, or equipment.

It seemed that in order not to let his money go to waste, she had to strive to do more research, develop more products to sell, and make enough to pay him back.

"No." Fu Yanhe looked at her, his eyes clear but filled with a surging intense desire, "With me, you are my sponsor."

Shen Yanhe locked eyes with him.

She couldn’t help but raise her hand to cover his mouth, grinding her teeth, "Enough, don’t say any more."

She was going to be driven crazy by his teasing.

"Hmm?" Fu Yanhe’s long eyelashes trembled slightly, his warm breath fell on the palm of her hand, and his pitch-black pupils looked at her innocently, as if asking, what had he said?

Feeling the moisture and tingling sensation in her palm, Shen Yanhe resisted the urge to withdraw her hand, and said expressionlessly, "If you keep going, your image will collapse."

Fu Yanhe: "..."

He looked down at the girl covering his lips, so close to him, his gaze growing deeper.

He raised his hand, gently grasping her wrist, and slightly pulled her hand away, his warm lips lightly touching her palm.

"Yanyan, in front of you, I’ve never had an image."

Shen Yanhe’s heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

A knock at the door sounded.

Shen Yanhe immediately withdrew her hand and got up, "I’ll get the door."

Fu Yanhe’s eyes flashed with a hint of coldness as he looked toward the door.

She opened the door to find Wu Fang with a phone in his hand, meeting Fu Yanhe’s blade-sharp, cold gaze.

Wu Fang: "..."

It seemed that he had arrived at an inopportune time.

Decisively, Wu Fang handed the phone to Shen Yanhe who was standing by the door, "Miss Shen, please give this phone to the young master, there’s urgent business he needs to handle."

As soon as Shen Yanhe took the phone, Wu Fang turned around, and, as if he were fleeing from a raging beast behind him, he ran off slickly.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Holding the phone, Shen Yanhe turned to approach Fu Yanhe, whose expression had softened, and handed over the phone while muttering in confusion, "Why did Wu Fang run off so fast?"

"Perhaps he was in a hurry to use the restroom," Fu Yanhe said with a light smile, taking the phone from her and pressing a few buttons.

Upon seeing the new email in his inbox, he slightly raised his eyebrows and turned to Shen Yanhe, "Four hours ago, Shen Guowei sold the company to the Fu Corporation at a low price."

"Sold? Didn’t he say before that the company was going to declare bankruptcy and liquidate? It seems he wasn’t telling the truth."

Fu Yanhe gave a muted nod, scrolling through his inbox, "Yes, he not only sold the company but also quite a few of his assets, making nearly two billion."

"He and Gan Danxue have gotten a divorce. During the divorce, he passed all of the company’s debt onto Gan Danxue, while he himself took the money and booked a flight to M country for tonight."

"The most interesting part is, he apparently has a mistress on the side, and that mistress bore him a son. For this trip to M country, he has taken both his mistress and illegitimate child."

Shen Yanhe narrowed her eyes, "Shen Guowei is ruthless."

And utterly heartless.

After so many years of sharing a bed, he kept a mistress and a child hidden from his partner, and during the divorce, he even schemed against her.

"How are Gan Danxue and Shen Yingying doing now? Do they know about Shen Guowei keeping a mistress and passing the debt onto her?"

"They’re both in prison now. I made arrangements for them to be in the same cell," Fu Yanhe said calmly, his voice subdued.

"At first they didn’t know. I kindly had someone inform her, and the news shocked her into madness."