A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 205: Define the Relationship!

Chapter 205: Chapter 205: Define the Relationship!

The chairs in the movie room were single-person sofas.

Shen Yanhe was almost entirely embraced in Fu Yanhe’s arms, their distance extremely close, their breaths intertwining with each other.

She could clearly feel his breath.

Shen Yanhe’s thick curly eyelashes trembled slightly.

A few seconds later, Fu Yanhe asked her again in a gentle voice, "Yanyan, is it okay?"

His voice was naturally pleasant, and now deliberately softened, increasing its charm, wrapping around her in strands.

Shen Yanhe’s cheeks burned hot as she tried to remain calm, looking at him in the darkness, "It’s okay... I guess?"

No sooner had she said these words than the hand on her waist tightened suddenly, pulling her even closer into his embrace, his movements revealing a restrained yet compelling strength.

Fu Yanhe lowered his head and gently grazed her cheek, "Then please take good care of me from now on, girlfriend."

From now on, she was his, Fu Yanhe’s girlfriend.

Not Fu’s wife.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes were deep and inscrutable.

Once the Fu family issues were settled, he would let her become his wife, openly and rightfully.

Shen Yanhe couldn’t help but let out a muffled laugh, her cat-like eyes curving, a twinkle shining in their depths, "Please take good care of me too, boyfriend."

Having said that, Shen Yanhe took the initiative to tilt her head up and gently kissed his lips.

Fu Yanhe’s body tensed abruptly, holding her waist tightly, turning host from guest.

Once the kiss ended.

Fu Yanhe gently patted her buttocks, his voice carrying a restrained hoarseness, a hint of helplessness in his brows and eyes, "Alright, it’s getting late, time to rest, girlfriend."

If they continued kissing, he couldn’t guarantee what might happen next.

After all, the person in his arms was the one he liked.

Especially since she had just agreed to be his girlfriend.

Shen Yanhe, who was leaning lazily against his chest and yawning, mumbled a response and started to climb off him.

The moment she moved, she was lifted into the air.

Fu Yanhe stood up holding her, "I’ll carry you back."

Shen Yanhe was startled, her legs instinctively wrapping tightly around his waist, her arms around his neck.

Her ear tips were red, "Your leg hasn’t fully recovered, put me down, I can walk on my own."

"It’s already healed, besides, you’re not heavy," Fu Yanhe’s eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn’t let go, carrying her toward the room.

Unable to win against him, Shen Yanhe resigned herself to being carried, burying her face deeply into the side of his neck.

Feeling the full-bodied dependence of the girl in his arms, Fu Yanhe’s gaze softened further, holding her like a large doll, proceeding unhurriedly toward the upstairs master bedroom.

Wu Fang, who was looking for Fu Yanhe with his cellphone, saw this scene just right.

He paused in his steps, then silently turned and left the room.

San Fang, who was squatting at the door picking his teeth, saw him come back and looked puzzled, "Why are you back again? Weren’t you going to get the phone for the boss?"

Wu Fang gave him a meaningful glance, "The boss and madam are together, I’m not going to be a third wheel."

If he showed up and disturbed the boss like he was before.

There’s no telling, he might have been the next one sent to mine.

San Fang smacked his lips, continuing to pick his teeth with a toothpick, mumbling unclearly, "The boss and madam have a good relationship."

"Seeing them makes me want to fall in love."

Wu Fang folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the door, giving San Fang an up and down look. Seeing him picking his teeth with a silly grin, Wu Fang sneered contemptuously, "With your goofy self, you better not go and bother the ladies. Just enjoy your own company."

"Do you even remember how that girl gave you the brush off last time?"

"Every day you talk about chasing after her, and when you heard she likes big white steamed buns, you actually started delivering them every morning. And at six in the morning, no less, handing them over through the school fence like some sort of prison visit."

"Lucky for her, she ran off, or who knows how long she’d have had to keep eating those buns."

Looking aggrieved, San Fang said, "Wasn’t I just trying to let her enjoy them fresh out of the steamer? Freshly steamed buns are the best, after all."

Wu Fang scoffed with a sidelong glance, "So then you decided to deliver the same big white steamed buns every single day for a month?"

San Fang pouted, "I didn’t know what else she liked..."

Shaking his head, Wu Fang said resignedly, "Whatever, I won’t waste more words on you. You just keep enjoying yourself and stop causing trouble for the ladies."

As the two were sniping at each other, Wu Fang’s phone in his hand rang again.

Seeing the name "Fu Weizhi" flashing on the screen, Wu Fang frowned, picked up the phone, pushed the door open, and returned to the villa. He approached the bedroom door and knocked.

"Sir, you have a call."

The door opened.

Fu Yanhe walked out, took the phone from Wu Fang’s hand, and spoke indifferently, "Go heat up a cup of warm milk and bring it here."

Wu Fang nodded, "Yes."

After he had left, Fu Yanhe gently closed the door, looking at the vibrating phone in his hand with a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

Taking a few steps forward, he rested one hand on the corridor rail and answered the phone with the other, "What is it?"

Fu Weizhi’s voice was authoritative, "The car accident involving Xia Ran and Su Lan, did you do it?"

Fu Yanhe’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression indifferent, and he let out a very light snort of contempt.

His voice was faint, "If Director Fu has already found out, why bother asking me?"

Fu Weizhi’s voice finally carried a trace of anger, "Fu Yanhe, have you lost your mind? Do you know how much damage this incident could do to the Fu Family’s reputation if it gets out?"

"Just for a woman of low birth, are you willing to turn the Xia and Fu families upside down?"

Fu Yanhe’s eyes grew colder, his tone aloof, "Isn’t that what Director Fu wanted?"

"If you hadn’t meddled, the Xia Family and Fu Family wouldn’t have fallen out to this extent."

Fu Weizhi’s voice paused, taking on a more somber note, "You knew?"

"There are no secrets that time does not reveal," said Fu Yanhe, his long fingers tapping lightly on the railing, his cold voice tinged with mockery, "Next time you pull a stunt, Director Fu, please cover your tracks better."

After the incident with Xia Ran claiming pregnancy and pinning it on him, he had someone investigate.

It’s just that the information he received lagged behind the video Shen Yanhe had obtained.

In the materials he reviewed, he noticed traces of people close to Fu Weizhi.

A little more digging and it wasn’t hard to trace it back to Fu Weizhi himself.

Fu Weizhi had cruised through life smoothly, his two children respected him immensely, and at the Fu Family’s household, nobody ever crossed him. Over at the overseas lab, his word was law.

Fu Yanhe’s persistent defiance weighed heavily on his father’s heart.

Fu Weizhi’s voice grew deeper, "Fu Yanhe, don’t forget, you’re officially still part of the Fu Family, and you’re using your elder brother’s name."

"And Shen Yanhe, that woman, is the one I chose for your brother. She is your sister-in-law."

"Whether you’re kicked out of the Fu Family or not, she must stay. Alive, she belongs to your brother; deceased, she’s your brother’s ghost!"

"She and you, Young Master Fu, have nothing to do with each other."

"Even if she likes you now, take a guess, if she finds out about your real identity, do you think she would still be with you?"

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