A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 191 Sharing the Same Pillow

Chapter 191: Chapter 191 Sharing the Same Pillow

An unprecedented sense of oppression sent a shiver down Su Lan’s spine, her heart seemingly grasped by an invisible hand, tightening its hold with fear and trepidation rising in her chest, her body rigid and unable to move.

She had often heard Xia Tingyuan cautioning her not to provoke Fu Yanhe.

But Su Lan didn’t take it seriously.

What kind of storm could Fu Yanhe, a paralyzed cripple, stir up within the Fu Family?

If he were to be severed from the Fu Family, then Fu Yanhe, this disabled waste with paralyzed legs, would be nothing.

But now.

From this "waste," she felt an unprecedented fear.

"San Fang, throw her out."

"Yes!"

Su Lan was shocked, her face full of fear as she stared at Fu Yanhe, her lips trembling fiercely, "Fu Yanhe, you dare! Are you not afraid of our family patriarch causing trouble for you?!"

Fu Yanhe’s eyes were half-closed, his tone calm, "Throw her out."

San Fang, flexing his fingers, stepped forward without any pity, roughly grabbing Su Lan’s arm, ignoring her struggles and screams, and dragged her out brutally.

Xia Ran, who was injured, was not spared either.

The mother and daughter were thrown out at the doorstep like dead dogs by San Fang’s violent hands.

The waiting driver and bodyguard outside rushed over to help when they saw this.

Xia Ran’s wound became more severe during the rough handling, and she could only cry while clutching her hand, "Mom! Mom! My hand is ruined! My hand is ruined!"

Su Lan, with her hairdo and makeup now extremely disheveled, crawled to Xia Ran’s side with sobs, "It’s okay, Ranran, mom will take you to the hospital right away!"

Together with the security guards and driver that ran over, Su Lan clumsily carried Xia Ran into the car, rushing to the hospital.

After their hasty departure, the mansion finally regained its tranquility.

In the hall.

Having seen the online video and learning that the person who got Xia Ran pregnant wasn’t Fu Yanhe, Jiang Yun felt a twinge of guilt remembering her attitude towards Fu Yanhe just now. She looked at Fu Yanhe, wanting to say something but hesitating, "Yanhe..."

Fu Yanhe’s expression was indifferent, he glanced at the bloodstain on the floor, a flicker of disgust in his eyes. He took Shen Yanhe’s hand, not even sparing Jiang Yun a glance, and led her straight out.

While Jiang Yun’s guilt towards Fu Yanhe still lingered a little, his dismissive attitude sparked her anger. She stood up and shouted at him, "Fu Yanhe! What’s with this attitude! Getting temperamental, are you!"

"If you’re leaving, then have the guts not to come back!"

Fu Yanhe ignored her completely, leading Shen Yanhe into the car and departing from the Fu Residence.

Shen Yanhe sat beside Fu Yanhe, tilting her head slightly to look at him, "Where are we going?"

Fu Yanhe’s voice was calm, "The house is dirty, we’ll move somewhere else to live."

Shen Yanhe blinked obediently, uttering an "Oh."

"The video online, did Yanyan put it up?" Fu Yanhe quietly looked at her, his pupils showing a trace of complexity.

San Fang had earlier informed him that a video concerning Fu Xiao and Xia Ran had been prominently featured on major websites and social media.

The girl was gazing out at the night view through the window, her soft black hair cascading behind her, stray strands playfully falling, highlighting her snow-white skin and slightly upturned lashes as dense as crow feathers.

At Fu Yanhe’s question, she stirred, turning to look at him with a blink and nodded cleanly in admission, "Yes, it was me."

Xia Ran used public opinion to force Fu Yanhe’s hand.

She simply returned the favor in kind.

"Thank you, Yanyan." Fu Yanhe took her hand and kissed the back of it gently, his eyes tender, "I am very happy."

Shen Yanhe tilted her head slightly, her cat-like eyes blinking, "Just a thank you?"

Fu Yanhe’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a hint of a challenge in them, as he pulled out his phone and brusquely transferred money to her.

[System: Alipay account received 520,000 yuan.]

Shen Yanhe’s eyes gleamed with joy, "Thank you, boss."

Fu Yanhe chuckled helplessly, his large hand ruffling her hair without correcting her address.

After all, that title; there would be plenty of time for her to say it in the future.

Half an hour later.

The car drove into a luxurious villa community called Jinli Garden.

It came to a halt in front of a lavishly decorated villa.

Having received the news early and waiting there, Wu Fang stepped forward to open the car door, "Young Master, Young Mistress, the villa has been cleaned, and daily necessities have been prepared."

"Mm, thank you for your hard work."

Fu Yanhe led Shen Yanhe into the villa.

Shen Yanhe looked around; the villa’s interior design was in a cool style, with most colors being black, white, and blue, exuding an air of aloofness.

The furniture was new, clearly showing that Fu Yanhe rarely stayed here.

Wu Fang had prepared dinner.

After they finished dinner, Shen Yanhe began to feel sleepy.

Having been busy in the lab for so long, and after all the fuss at the manor, her energy was flagging.

She yawned languidly, her eyes moist as she looked towards Fu Yanhe, who was drinking water, "Where am I sleeping tonight?"

Since marrying Fu Yanhe, they had been sleeping in separate rooms.

Except for the few nights when he clung to her desperately during his poisoning episode.

"Master bedroom," Fu Yanhe said, lifting his gaze towards her, his voice gentle.

Shen Yanhe nodded, yawned again, and was about to head upstairs when she suddenly realized what he meant, her drowsy mind instantly waking up, "Master, master bedroom?"

"Do I have to sleep with you?"

"Yanyan." Fu Yanhe’s gaze was tender, and his thin lips even bore a slight smile, "We’re husband and wife, naturally, we should sleep together."

Previously at the villa, he had not found an opportunity to share a bed with her.

A shadow passed briefly through Fu Yanhe’s eyes as he caressed the glass in his hand.

Now that he finally had the chance, how could he let it pass?

Shen Yanhe blinked, her heartbeat quickening.

She didn’t play coy; after all, she and Fu Yanhe had been even more intimate before, so why be afraid to share a bed with him?

Besides, she really was sleepy now.

"Alright then, I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. You should come up to rest soon too," Shen Yanhe said with a yawn, turning to go upstairs.

Fu Yanhe: "Mm."

After she went upstairs, Fu Yanhe put down the empty glass and turned to San Fang, who was typing on the keyboard in the living room, instructing in a subdued voice, "Bring Fu Xiao over from Jingcheng."

San Fang: "Yes, Young Master."

Fu Yanhe’s eyes slightly narrowed, "Don’t call me Young Master anymore, use the old way of addressing me."

He was never truly a ’young master’ of the Fu Family.

San Fang paused, then nodded somewhat excitedly, "Yes, Master."

Shen Yanhe went upstairs, casually secured the top-pinned video link on her phone, then tossed it on the bed and quickly took a shower, putting on her pajamas in a hurry.

She didn’t wait for her hair to dry; she went straight to bed.

As she was drifting in and out of sleep, she faintly heard a very soft sigh near her ear.

Then, she felt her body being carefully cradled, the slight hum of a hairdryer starting up, and the warm air blowing on her slightly damp hair.

A warmth from her scalp went straight to her heart.

It relaxed her furrowed brows, and she involuntarily snuggled closer to the person holding her.

Fu Yanhe had Shen Yanhe lying on his lap, one hand holding the hairdryer while the other carefully weaved through her soft hair, helping her dry it.

Seeing her burrow contentedly into his embrace like a little kitten, his heart softened.

He sped up drying her hair, then leaned over to gently kiss her cheek.

"Goodnight, Yanyan."

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