A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 175: The Enemy is Too Skilled, It’s Getting Overwhelming

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: The Enemy is Too Skilled, It’s Getting Overwhelming

Xia Ran was frantic, "What do you know? Yanhe and I have been childhood sweethearts, growing up together since we were little. My relationship with him is not something you can compare to!"

"I was also once..."

Shen Yanhe chuckled sarcastically, cutting her off, "Once his fiancée, right? Miss Xia, you said it yourself, that was in the past. Now, at best, you’re just Yanhe’s ex."

"Haven’t you heard the saying? A decent ex should be quiet like they’re dead, never to bother again."

"I hope Miss Xia can also be a qualified ex."

As her words fell, Shen Yanhe stopped bothering with her and walked away.

Xia Ran sobbed with anger as she watched Shen Yanhe’s retreating back, "So what if you’ve gotten Yanhe now? You have no money, no background, just a worthless village girl."

"You’re only so arrogant now because you have Yanhe. Without him, you are nothing!"

"Just wait and see! Even if I don’t cling to Yanhe, there will be more women with money and background who will! You’ll definitely be abandoned in the end!"

Shen Yanhe paused in her steps, turned back, and looked at Xia Ran with indifference, "That’s a matter for the future."

"Miss Xia prides herself on having money and a background, being a socialite of the Sea City; you shouldn’t keep thinking about being a mistress."

She tugged at the corner of her lips with a smile, "Really, it’s beneath you."

Her smile, seen in Xia Ran’s eyes, was incredibly irritating. She felt Shen Yanhe was mocking her, scoffing at her, looking down on her.

Xia Ran felt a surge of rage in her heart, her chest heaving violently as she stared daggers at Shen Yanhe.

This bitch! How dare she laugh at her!

If it weren’t for her, she wouldn’t have fallen to this state!

Xia Ran’s grip on her purse tightened as she hurried forward with a ferocious expression and raised her hand to slap Shen Yanhe’s face with great force, "Bitch!"

Shen Yanhe’s expression turned cold, and she grabbed Xia Ran’s wrist as she raised her hand.

Before Xia Ran could react, Shen Yanhe slapped her back.

A crisp "smack" echoed in the restroom.

Shen Yanhe didn’t hold back on this slap. Xia Ran didn’t expect her to react so quickly and couldn’t block in time, stumbling backward a couple of steps as her face quickly swelled.

Xia Ran was in so much pain that she saw stars, clutching her swelling half-face with reddened eyes, she glared at Shen Yanhe with hatred and lunged at her, "You dare to hit me! I’ll fight you to the death!"

For Shen Yanhe, who grew up roughhousing, the pampered Xia Ran was no match at all.

Within just a couple of exchanges, Xia Ran’s face received two more slaps, swelling up like a pig’s head, her hair, which had been neatly done, now utterly disheveled.

Shen Yanhe, however, was unscathed.

Unable to win either by fighting or cursing, her face and body aching, Xia Ran broke down crying, still cursing Shen Yanhe inarticulately while she cried.

Even someone as composed as Shen Yanhe was pushed to anger by the constant, fly-like nuisance of Xia Ran.

She looked at Xia Ran with cold eyes and said calmly, "Miss Xia, this is just a warning."

"If there’s a next time, it won’t be as simple as just a few slaps."

Having said that, Shen Yanhe left the restroom directly.

She had spent too long tangled with Xia Ran here; Fu Yanhe must be worried by now.

Xia Ran glared hatefully at Shen Yanhe’s retreating figure but didn’t dare to advance further, because Shen Yanhe hit really hard!

After Shen Yanhe left, Xia Ran turned to look in the mirror.

Seeing her face in the mirror swollen like a pig’s head, Xia Ran’s expression became even more ferocious, her heart filled with anger, hatred, and self-pity.

"Shen Yanhe! You just wait! I will make you pay!"

Xia Ran roughed up her hair in the mirror to make it messier, deliberately pulled down her clothes, and twisted marks on her collarbone before taking out her phone to snap a few photos of herself.

She had wanted to send the photos to Fu Yanhe and play the sympathy card with him.

But remembering that Fu Yanhe now unconditionally stood by Shen Yanhe’s side,

She sent the photos to Fu Shuqin instead, crying to her that Shen Yanhe had hit her, asking Fu Shuqin to seek justice for her.

What she didn’t know was that Fu Shuqin was in the hospital for an emergency and had no time to pay attention to her.

-

On the other side.

Shen Yanhe left the restroom and was heading to her seat when she saw Fu Yanhe wheeling towards her direction.

She quickly walked up to him, and when Fu Yanhe saw her safe and sound in front of him, he felt a slight relief and asked in a gentle voice, "Why were you gone for so long?"

"Ran into an annoying fly, took some time to shoo it away," said Shen Yanhe casually, pushing Fu Yanhe back to his seat.

As she sat down, she noticed her bowl was filled with tender white fish.

Fu Yanhe’s gaze rested on her, and noticing her fixation on the fish, he calmly said, "I’ve removed the bones, you can eat with ease."

Shen Yanhe’s heart fluttered, embarrassingly moved.

She liked eating fish.

But because she wasn’t skilled at spitting out bones, she rarely had it.

She had cautiously picked up a few pieces with her chopsticks earlier.

She hadn’t expected Fu Yanhe to be observing all along.

The enemy was too skilled, she was finding it hard to cope.

"Thank you," said Shen Yanhe, her fair cheeks blushing slightly. She took a deep breath, picked up the serving chopsticks, and served Fu Yanhe some of his favorite dishes, "You eat too."

Fu Yanhe ate with a smile.

For most of the meal, it was Shen Yanhe who ate while Fu Yanhe either picked bones from the fish for her or peeled shrimp, taking very good care of her.

The irritation in Shen Yanhe’s heart, influenced by Xia Ran’s behavior, gradually dissipated under his attentive care.

Both were very satisfied with the meal.

After dinner, Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe prepared to take a walk before driving back to the manor.

They had just left Shufang Pavilion when Fu Yanhe received a call from Jiang Yun.

"Yanhe, your grandmother has suddenly fallen ill and is now being resuscitated at Haicheng First People’s Hospital. Come over," said Jiang Yun.

Fu Yanhe lowered his gaze, his expression indifferent, "Okay."

Shen Yanhe turned her head to look at him and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"The old lady suddenly fell ill and has been taken to the hospital for resuscitation. Jiang Yun asked us to go to the hospital," Fu Yanhe put away his phone and spoke calmly.

His calm demeanor showed no signs that Fu Shuqin’s hospitalization had anything to do with him.

Shen Yanhe raised an eyebrow, "Taken to the hospital for resuscitation?"

The old lady had seemed hale and hearty when she came to see her today. It hadn’t been long, and now she had been rushed to the hospital for resuscitation.

Tsk, what karma.

"Let’s go and see," Shen Yanhe smiled, "No matter what, she is still our grandmother."

"If we don’t go, I’m afraid we’ll be subject to gossip."

Fu Yanhe nodded.

They went to the underground parking lot, got into the car, and headed to Haicheng First People’s Hospital.

-

Ten o’clock at night.

Haicheng First People’s Hospital was brightly lit.

In the corridor outside the emergency room stood Jiang Yun and Fu Yu, as well as the housekeeper who had brought Fu Shuqin to the hospital.

Jiang Yun had been attending a party when she got the news. She was still wearing a short dress that showed off her long legs and her face was adorned with exquisite makeup.

Fu Yu looked pale and gloomy.

Without asking about Fu Yu’s condition, Jiang Yun turned to the housekeeper and asked sternly, "What exactly happened? Why did the old lady suddenly have to go to the hospital?"

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