A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 204: How Does It Feel? Yanyan

Chapter 204: Chapter 204: How Does It Feel? Yanyan

The doctor took off his mask and said, easing his breath, "Mr. Xia, rest assured, your wife and daughter are both out of life-threatening danger now."

Xia Tingyuan asked anxiously, "And what about the child my daughter is carrying? How is the child?"

That child was key to marrying into the Fu Family!

He couldn’t afford to lose it!

The doctor smiled, "Mr. Xia, you can relax, the child is very resilient. The mother just had a bit of a fright, and the fetal position is somewhat unstable, but a few days of good rest in bed should suffice."

"Furthermore, since they suffered head injuries, there are slight concussions involved, so in the coming days there might be symptoms like vomiting and dizziness. They will need your extra care, and after the observation period is over, they can be moved to a general ward."

Xia Tingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, doctor."

After waiting for half an hour, the observation period came to an end and Xia Ran and Su Lan, one after the other, were wheeled out by the nurses and transferred to a general ward.

Less than half an hour after being moved to the ward, Xia Ran and Su Lan woke up, one after the other.

Xia Ran’s vision spun wildly, and she lay weakly on the bed with her eyes closed, not making a sound.

As soon as Su Lan woke up and saw Xia Tingyuan sitting by her bed, she burst into tears, not even glancing at his face, and began to wail, demanding he avenge her.

Xia Tingyuan’s face grew darker and darker as he shouted angrily, "Enough!"

Startled by his shout, Su Lan’s cries hiccupped into silence for a moment.

With her head wrapped in gauze, she looked at Xia Tingyuan resentfully and said, "Xia! What’s the meaning of this? I’m in this state, and you’re still yelling at me!"

Xia Tingyuan glared at her bitterly and asked through clenched teeth, "I’m asking you, the near car accident Shen Yanhe had yesterday, was it your doing?"

Su Lan’s heart skipped a beat, and her eyes shifted evasively as she stammered, "Of course not! What does her car accident have to do with me?"

Xia Ran quickly opened her eyes, fighting the dizziness, and asked Xia Tingyuan, "Dad, what do you mean by ’nearly’ just now?"

"Shen Yanhe isn’t dead?"

"Dead? She’s very much alive, jumping and bouncing around!" Xia Tingyuan scoffed coldly, his glare fixed on Su Lan as he said, "Don’t bother denying it, the car accident you had today was done by Fu Yanhe—revenge on his lady’s behalf."

"You can just go ahead and dig your own graves! I’ll have nothing to do with you from now on!"

Xia Tingyuan’s face turned ashen, a surge of anger welling up inside him. He gave Su Lan and Xia Ran a piercing look and then stood up, leaving the hospital room.

Xia Ran was devastated, collapsing onto the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as she whispered in despair, "Mom, Shen Yanhe isn’t dead, Shen Yanhe—she isn’t dead, and Yanhe wanted to kill me for her."

Su Lan also felt intense hatred, not believing that, despite her great sacrifice, Shen Yanhe was still alive.

She was too preoccupied with her own fear and panic to comfort Xia Ran now.

Fu Yanhe knew it was her doing; had he found out something else as well?

But with her bound to the bed and unable to move, all she could do was worry and pray Fu Yanhe hadn’t dug that deep.

-

Elsewhere, in the villa’s movie room.

Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe sat side by side watching a movie.

The movie was a famous romance from abroad, suggested by Ji Haosheng and selected by Fu Yanhe.

Everything was normal at the start of the film.

Until the male and female leads confirmed their relationship, and the intimate scenes between them began to grow in number.

The atmosphere in the room turned strange, the temperature gradually rose, and the air was filled with ambiguous elements, echoing with the moans of the main characters kissing.

Shen Yanhe watched the R-rated scenes in the movie with great interest.

She marveled internally,

Foreign films really push the boundaries.

In the darkness, Fu Yanhe saw Shen Yanhe eagerly watching the lead man’s sculpted abs, and his light smile slowly faded away, a tinge of displeasure rising in his heart.

At first, he resisted.

It wasn’t until he saw the male lead getting ready to take off his pants and Shen Yanhe still didn’t look away.

Fu Yanhe could no longer hold back.

He raised his hand to cover Shen Yanhe’s eyes.

"What are you doing?" Shen Yanhe blinked, her long eyelashes gently sweeping over the palm of his hand, bringing waves of tickling sensations.

With a deep look in his eyes but a calm voice, Fu Yanhe said, "This movie isn’t good, Yanyan, let’s switch to another one."

"I think it’s not bad. The female lead is beautiful, and the male lead has a great body, with eight-pack abs, the touch must be nice." Shen Yanhe said as she reached up to grab Fu Yanhe’s hand, trying to pull it down, "Don’t block me, I want to watch."

Fu Yanhe’s eyes darkened, he grabbed her soft hand and led it slowly towards himself, his tone calm but somehow bewitching, "Eight-pack abs? I have them too, Yanyan, do you want to feel them?"

"What?" Shen Yanhe was stunned, not reacting immediately, as she watched Fu Yanhe place her hand on his abdomen.

Even through the thin shirt, she could feel the eight distinct blocks of abs, their lines perfect.

Shen Yanhe instinctively pinched them.

The muscles underneath immediately tensed up.

In the darkness, a breath turned heavy.

Using the darkness as cover, Fu Yanhe gazed at Shen Yanhe with ardent eyes, full of aggressive desire and possessiveness. As he tightened his grip on her wrist, his voice was slightly husky, "Does it feel good, Yanyan?"

Shen Yanhe nodded honestly, pinching again, "It feels good, nice to touch."

After finishing her sentence, she suddenly realized what she had said, and her movements halted, "..."

What had she just said?

Fu Yanhe’s breathing grew heavier as he looked at Shen Yanhe with deep, dark eyes. With a stretch of his long arms, he scooped her onto his lap.

Caught off guard, Shen Yanhe sat straddling his firm thighs with her hands bracing against his waist and abdomen, "What are you doing?"

"Yanyan." The hand wrapped around her waist tightened, his warm breath gently brushing her cheek. He asked her, "May I kiss you?"

Shen Yanhe was stunned.

Fu Yanhe’s hands cupped her face, slowly drawing closer to her, "If you don’t speak, I’ll take it as consent."

Shen Yanhe’s lips parted slightly, ready to speak.

The next second, a sudden weight landed on her lips, and the words she had been about to say vanished into their mingled breaths.

Perhaps because Shen Yanhe had been angry from being kissed too deeply and intensely by him before.

This time Fu Yanhe kissed her gently.

It was like a flurry of early snowflakes, soft and gentle, falling on her lips over and over again, bringing a tickling sensation that penetrated right to the heart.

Being kissed so cherishly by him, Shen Yanhe gradually lost herself in his tenderness.

After the kiss ended, the world spun briefly before Shen Yanhe’s eyes, yet her mind sparkled with bursts of fireworks.

She lay in Fu Yanhe’s embrace, gasping for breath, while the corners of his narrowed eyes glowed with a restrained red. He was gently patting her back at intervals, helping her catch her breath.

Once she had gathered her wits, Shen Yanhe murmured softly, "You bullied me again."

"Mm, my fault, punish me by staying with Yanyan for a lifetime," Fu Yanhe chuckled softly, planting a kiss on her hair, sighing with contentment in his heart.

Shen Yanhe’s ears burned, she muttered a curse at him calling him a bastard.

Fu Yanhe didn’t get angry when cursed, his lips holding a pleased smile, "Yes, I’m the bastard."

"Yanyan, I can hardly wait anymore."

He narrowed his eyes, looking at her seriously before asking again, "May I ask to be your boyfriend?"