A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 181: Made Her Angry, Need to Coax Her

Chapter 181: Chapter 181: Made Her Angry, Need to Coax Her

The interior light of the car was very dim.

The man’s hand on her waist went from cool to burning hot, and half of his face was hidden in shadows, only occasionally revealed by the passing streetlights outside the window, which failed to mask his handsome features.

Shen Yanhe was very close to him.

She tilted her head slightly to look at him, her gaze falling into his deep, mysterious pupils, which were seductive in a way that was hard to put into words.

His faint breath brushed against her cheek, sending a tingling sensation spreading from her cheek to her heart.

Shen Yanhe’s long, curved eyelashes trembled slightly, her heart pounding violently inside her chest, yet she tried hard to maintain a calm demeanor, "Mr. Fu, you’re still my suitor right now."

She couldn’t help but laugh, "Who demands to be coaxed by someone they haven’t even won over yet?"

Fu Yanhe’s eyes were dark and deep, the hand on her waist tightened a bit more, his pitch-black pupils gripping her firmly, with a hint of obstinacy, "Good Yanyan."

Shen Yanhe’s heart skipped a beat, her eyelashes fluttering even more fiercely.

Was Fu Yanhe acting spoiled?

It was, rather cute.

She bit her lip lightly, her body slowly moving forward, pressing her lips gently to Fu Yanhe’s thin lips.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes suddenly darkened.

Shen Yanhe had barely touched them when she pushed away, her soft, pale cheeks turning pink, somewhat shyly saying, "Is that coaxing good enough?"

Fu Yanhe pulled Shen Yanhe into his arms, leaning over to kiss her lips, his voice hoarse, "It’s not enough, Yanyan, you should do it like this..."

The rest of his words were lost amidst the merging of their lips.

A long while later.

Shen Yanhe, with her mind a complete blank, was let go by Fu Yanhe.

She didn’t know when she had moved from the seat next to him to sitting astride his lap.

Shen Yanhe rested her chin on Fu Yanhe’s shoulder, breathing lightly, her cat-like pupils slightly misty with moisture.

Fu Yanhe held the girl in his arms, his large hand gently patting her back, helping her to catch her breath.

It wasn’t until Shen Yanhe had completely recovered her composure that she realized how intimate her position with Fu Yanhe was.

Shen Yanhe’s cheeks turned red, and she instinctively tried to struggle off his lap.

But Fu Yanhe suddenly gripped her waist tightly, his voice low and husky, his gaze very dark and swirling with a dangerous light, "Yanyan, don’t move."

Shen Yanhe immediately dared not move anymore, stiffening her body as she looked at him, her eyes containing a hint of moisture, somewhat at a loss for words, "But you..."

Her helpless appearance aroused a mischievous desire in Fu Yanhe to tease her unrelentingly.

However, it was not to be.

Fu Yanhe exhaled lightly, pulling Shen Yanhe tightly into his embrace, "Don’t move, just wait a few minutes, it will go down on its own."

Shen Yanhe could only obediently lie against his shoulder, not daring to move.

But Fu Yanhe had underestimated his longing for Shen Yanhe.

She was so well-behaved, so obedient in his arms, and the fire in Fu Yanhe’s heart simply would not extinguish.

Shen Yanhe could feel it too, but she didn’t dare make a sound.

It just so happened that the car stopped at that moment, and Wu Fang’s voice came from outside, "Young Master, Young Mistress, we’ve arrived at the estate."

Fu Yanhe closed his eyes in restraint, then released Shen Yanhe from his arms, patting her back gently, his voice hoarse, "Yanyan, you get off first."

Shen Yanhe, feeling pardoned, nodded eagerly, retreating from his embrace and hurrying to open the car door.

She was somewhat afraid that Fu Yanhe wouldn’t be able to restrain himself and would take her right there in the car.

After all, he had abstained for so many years, the only lapse being that one accidental encounter in the boxing ring, after which there had never been another.

Her eager desire to escape from him only caused some displeasure to rise in Fu Yanhe’s heart.

His gaze gradually became shadowy, his thin lips pressed into a line, his body leaned forward, covering Shen Yanhe’s petite frame completely.

His large hand, slightly moist, grabbed her wrist as she reached out to open the car door.

Shen Yanhe’s heart skipped a beat, and she swiftly turned to look at him, before she could even speak,

she felt a warm, slightly damp hand capture her chin, lifting it gently, as a kiss descended like a storm.

This kiss was different from the soft ones before, filled with conquest and a deep-seated possessiveness.

Shen Yanhe felt as if her lips would be devoured by Fu Yanhe.

Wu Fang, who had been waiting outside the car, noticed Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe were taking a long time to come out, so he discreetly moved further away.

He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, admiring how good the young master and young mistress’s relationship was.

Just one day apart, and they were already inseparable, stuck to each other like glue.

It was enviable.

Inside the car.

When Fu Yanhe let go of Shen Yanhe, her lips were swollen, and several hickies adorned her fair neck.

Fu Yanhe’s breathing was also uneven, and he heavily rubbed the somewhat dazed Shen Yanhe’s hair, then took the initiative to open the car door for her, "Go ahead, let Aunt Li prepare your barbecue first."

Shen Yanhe nodded groggily, got out of the car, and almost didn’t stand steady on the ground as her feet felt soft the moment they touched it.

Cooled by the breeze, Shen Yanhe came to her senses.

Remembering the intense kissing in the car, she pursed her somewhat swollen and numb lips, cursed Fu Yanhe as a beast in her heart, and angrily glanced back at the already closed car door before making her way to the mansion.

One hour later.

After getting himself together and changing clothes, Fu Yanhe arrived at the dining room.

Some common barbecue dishes were laid out on the table, and Shen Yanhe was already sitting at the table, eating away with cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

Seeing him approach, Shen Yanhe didn’t even glance his way, seemingly still holding a grudge from the kisses he pressed upon her in the car.

A subtle smile flickered in Fu Yanhe’s eyes as he sat down beside her, picking out the bones from the fish Aunt Li had grilled.

He placed the fish meat in her bowl, "It’s my fault, I got carried away just now and went too far."

"I hope Yanyan will forgive me."

Shen Yanhe cast a glance at the fish meat in her bowl and felt a slight pain in her lips, ground her teeth, "What did you do wrong?"

Just because he got a bit jealous, he kissed her that intensely!

If she didn’t teach him a lesson now, wouldn’t she be in great danger if she made him angry in the future?

Fu Yanhe thought for a moment, "I shouldn’t have kissed you twice just now."

But if time were to rewind to that moment, he would kiss her again.

And even more excessively.

Shen Yanhe’s ears turned red, and she struggled to maintain an indifferent expression, nodding and picking up the fish he had deboned, "And what else? Keep talking."

"I should have let you out of the car straight away, not trapped you inside," Fu Yanhe gazed at her and sighed softly, a gentle smile spreading in his eyes, "But, Yanyan, you’re too adorable, I couldn’t resist."

All the self-control he had in this life was spent on her.

Shen Yanhe’s cheeks reddened, and she glanced at him while struggling to maintain her cold facade, "Don’t butter me up with sweet nothings, they don’t work on me."

"Yanyan, I’m speaking from my heart."

Shen Yanhe: "..."

How is he so smooth with his words?

It made her feel almost embarrassed to continue being angry.

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