A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 199: Master Fu’s Deep Confession! I Can’t Leave Yanyan

Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Master Fu’s Deep Confession! I Can’t Leave Yanyan

Shen Yanhe was caught off guard.

When Fu Yanhe kissed her, she became so stunned that her grip on the cup loosened, and the cup dropped onto the carpet, rolling once on its surface.

She was pushed against the wall by Fu Yanhe.

Her back against the wall, her waist tightly encircled by his arms, firmly controlled.

He kissed her fiercely and violently, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

"Yan, Yanhe..." Shen Yanhe gasped for air, her hand pushing slightly against his chest with a bit of force, emitting a distressed and muffled murmur, "Wait... uh..."

Before she could finish her words, they were again lost between their mingling lips, with the force around her waist progressively increasing.

Fu Yanhe kissed her so deeply that Shen Yanhe had difficulty keeping pace, feeling as if she were in the midst of an ocean during a storm, with raging waves all around, and he was her only lifeline.

All she could do was cling tightly to him.

A slightly out-of-control Fu Yanhe noticed, paused in his intense kissing, and slightly loosened his hold on her lips, his forehead resting against hers, his voice a bit hoarse, "Yanyan, breathe."

Shen Yanhe’s long, curved eyelashes were wet with reflexive tears, hanging limply, her slightly parted lips glistening with moisture, with the faint glimpse of her pink tongue barely visible between her teeth.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes darkened even more, but he refrained from going further.

It took her a long while to recover from the nearly suffocating sensation she had just experienced.

She moved back slightly and looked up at Fu Yanhe, worry evident in her expression, "What’s wrong with you?"

Fu Yanhe looked down at her.

The girl in his arms was flushed red, the slightly upturned corners of her eyes glistening with tears, tinged with a faint blush from being bullied far too much.

Beneath those long lashes, the darkest pupils deepened further, a turbulent mix of suppressed violence and aggressiveness that he quickly concealed until it was gone.

He held Shen Yanhe tightly, his voice husky but his tone calm, "I woke up and found you gone."

He thought that bringing Shen Yanhe back from the hospital had been just a dream.

He thought that Shen Yanhe had already...

Fu Yanhe closed his eyes for a moment, containing himself, and the grip around her waist tightened as if to assure himself that the person in his arms was indeed real.

Shen Yanhe paused, a complex feeling rising in her heart.

Only now did she realize.

The near disaster had left a sizable shadow and fear in Fu Yanhe.

He hid his emotions too well.

If she hadn’t gotten up for a drink of water in the night, she might have not noticed at all.

Shen Yanhe felt a wave of compassion, wrapping her arms around Fu Yanhe, looking up at him with a hint of laughter in her eyes, "I just got thirsty and got up for a drink of water."

She joked, "What? Can’t Mr. Fu stand being without me?"

Fu Yanhe’s eyelashes drooped as he held her and hummed softly, his tone gentle, "I can’t be without Yanyan."

Shen Yanhe hadn’t expected him to admit it, her cheeks turning even redder, her ears hot, and her heart incredibly soft, her entire body feeling numb and tingly.

Embarrassed, she lowered her gaze, daring not to look at him, "Okay, okay, there are still a few hours until dawn, let’s get back to sleep."

Fu Yanhe hummed a response, holding on to Shen Yanhe’s hand tightly, not letting go.

The two returned to their room.

Sitting on the bed, Shen Yanhe’s eyes fell on Fu Yanhe’s long, straight legs, and she asked him, "When did you start being able to stand and walk?"

Fu Yanhe looked calm, "These past few days, but I still can’t stand for long."

Shen Yanhe raised an eyebrow, her cat-like eyes curving slightly, "That’s normal, continue with the rehabilitation exercises, and soon you’ll be fully recovered."

She looked up at him and smiled, "Congratulations to you."

Fu Yanhe simply hummed in response, his gaze on her, "You should go to sleep."

"Mmm, goodnight," Shen Yanhe blinked and fell back, drawing the covers over herself and lying down in bed, closing her eyes obediently as she tried to fall asleep.

Ten minutes later.

She opened her eyes somewhat helplessly, turning her head to look at Fu Yanhe, who was lying on his side watching her: "Stop staring at me like that, I can’t fall asleep."

Fu Yanhe looked at her for a while, then stretched out his arm to pull her into his embrace: "I’ll hold you to sleep."

Shen Yanhe: "..."

That wasn’t what she meant.

But recalling Fu Yanhe’s loss of control just now, she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. She used his arm as a pillow, curled up in his embrace, closed her eyes, breathed in the pleasant sandalwood scent coming from him, and slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Fu Yanhe held the warm and soft body in his arms tighter and gently kissed her forehead, then he too closed his eyes and fell deeply asleep.

At that moment.

Lying on the bed, Wu Fang sat up with a start in a near-death dream, belatedly realizing: "Wait, Master Fu seemed to have carried the lady downstairs standing up yesterday! And he walked away briskly holding her."

"Could it be... the Master’s leg has healed?"

-

The next day.

Having slept soundly, Shen Yanhe sat beside the dining table, lazily eating steamed buns.

Fu Yanhe had resumed his place in his wheelchair, currently pouring soy milk that was just the right temperature.

When San Fang and Wu Fang came in, they saw Fu Yanhe placing the poured soy milk next to Shen Yanhe: "Try this, it’s the perfect temperature."

San Fang and Wu Fang were no longer surprised by such a scene.

San Fang looked seriously at Fu Yanhe and said, "Master Fu, we found out yesterday that the black taxi driver’s surname is Liu, who recently went bankrupt due to investment failures, his house has been mortgaged to the bank, and he’s been emotionally unstable."

"We investigated all his accounts and found no large transfers, but before the incident, the driver had been drinking heavily in a bar."

"The police speculate that he might have been unable to cope with the stress of his investment failure, so he vented his emotions in an extreme way after getting drunk, driving indiscriminately into a crowd of innocent people, not specifically targeting the lady."

Shen Yanhe’s eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyebrows furrowed.

Investment failure, emotional instability, extreme retaliation against society.

It indeed sounded like random killing.

If she hadn’t been there to see the car hit someone else and then repeatedly target her position.

She might have believed it too.

But the driver was dead.

And without evidence, this was indeed difficult to handle.

Luckily, she had requested the help of her senior brother this morning.

Shen Yanhe drank a sip of soy milk nonchalantly.

Given 094’s capabilities, the mastermind behind the scenes should be found soon, right?

Fu Yanhe listened quietly, peeled an egg, and handed it to Shen Yanhe: "Eat this."

Shen Yanhe blinked and obediently took the egg, eating it bite by bite.

"However," San Fang paused and then continued, "we found that his wife and daughter suddenly left the country a few days ago, and there was a large transfer into his daughter’s bank card, made by a man surnamed Lu, supposedly as a scholarship for her."

Fu Yanhe’s brows twitched slightly, a cold gleam flashed in his narrowed eyes, yet his expression remained unchanged. He calmly wiped his fingers with a wet wipe and asked, "What have the Xia Family been up to these past few days?"

Wu Fang’s expression turned a bit strange, he glanced at Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe, then said, "Er... they’re preparing for a marriage arrangement with the Fu Family."

"The Xia Family plans for Xia Ran to marry Fu Xiao."

Shen Yanhe was taken aback by this sudden revelation, choking and covering her mouth as she coughed violently: "Cough cough cough cough!!"