A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 216 Fu Yanhe: If You Can’t Stand It, Tell Me

Chapter 216: Chapter 216 Fu Yanhe: If You Can’t Stand It, Tell Me

Shen Yanhe paused, lowered her eyes to look at Fu Yanhe beside her, and suddenly reached out with her empty hand to gently touch his head, "It’s okay, you still have me by your side."

"I will always be by your side."

Fu Yanhe’s eyes slightly narrowed, and he tightened his grip on Shen Yanhe’s hand a bit, "You said that."

"No matter what happens in the future, you mustn’t leave me, and don’t even mention divorce."

Shen Yanhe raised an eyebrow, "That’s a separate matter. If you cheat or keep a mistress, I will still divorce you."

"Not only that, but I will take all your money too."

Fu Yanhe laughed, "With you around, how could I possibly look at another woman?"

"Besides, my money is now all yours."

Shen Yanhe hummed softly and muttered under her breath, "Who knows? Men’s hearts can change as quickly as the weather in June."

Fu Yanhe found it amusing yet did not argue. Instead, he held her hand tightly and said leisurely, "Yanyan, time will show you how sincere my feelings are for you."

Shen Yanhe’s ear tips reddened slightly, and she quickened her pace a bit, "Alright, let’s go home. I’m getting hungry."

The couple left the hospital and got into the car.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the villa.

Shen Yanhe pulled Fu Yanhe out of the car, and they walked hand in hand into the living room where dinner was already prepared and laid out on the table.

After eating dinner together and taking a bath, they sat on the living room couch to watch TV.

"I can only stay with you tonight, I have to return to the lab tomorrow." Shen Yanhe sprawled lazily on the couch, her feet resting on Fu Yanhe’s thigh next to her, and stretched languidly.

No sooner had she spoken than she felt a warm sensation on her ankle.

Shen Yanhe lowered her gaze slightly and saw Fu Yanhe’s hand grasping her ankle, his thumb gently stroking it.

A tingly itch spread over the skin where he touched, reaching all the way to her heart.

Shen Yanhe’s muscles tensed slightly.

She awkwardly moved her foot, attempting to pull it away from his grasp, "It’s ticklish, let go."

Fu Yanhe looked down at her delicately small feet in his hands, paused his stroking, looked up at her with a calm tone but slightly aggrieved, "I’ve waited so long for you, Yanyan, just to have this one night."

"Now you even resent my touch, Yanyan, you’re so heartless."

Shen Yanhe: "..."

"It’s not that I don’t want to."

She was afraid she couldn’t control herself!

Fu Yanhe’s eyes brightened slightly, not waiting for Shen Yanhe to finish speaking, he grasped her ankle, pulling her closer to him.

Then his warm hand gripped her supple waist, lifting her onto his lap, Shen Yanhe instinctively kneeling on his soft knees, her body leaning into his embrace.

This movement was fluid, as if rehearsed millions of times.

Shen Yanhe looked up slightly in his arms, half amused and half annoyed she asked him, "What are you trying to do?"

Fu Yanhe, while pinching the delicate waist of the woman in his arms, pulled her even closer and lowered his head to press his forehead against hers, "What do you think I want to do?"

The faint, warm breath lightly landed on Shen Yanhe’s cheek, sending currents through her, making her feel somewhat weak.

Some things between adults don’t need to be spelled out clearly.

Shen Yanhe’s long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly, she hung her gaze and didn’t dare to look at him, biting her lip she said, "Here?"

Fu Yanhe stared at her soft, reddened lips beneath her teeth, his eyes darkening.

He raised a hand, lightly pressing it on Shen Yanhe’s lips, his thumb leisurely rubbing, freeing her lips from her white teeth, his voice low, "If Yanyan wants, I have no objections."

"Tonight, in this villa, it’s just the two of us."

"Do you want to, Yanyan?"

Despite Fu Yanhe’s voice being very calm, the action of massaging her lips carried no lust, yet it inadvertently exuded a hint of sensuality.

Shen Yanhe’s ear tips turned a scarlet hue, a flush tinting her eyes as she slightly squinted at him, her lips parted slightly, enclosing the finger that was massaging her red lips.

Fu Yanhe’s gaze instantly darkened.

She smiled at him, her tender tongue gently sweeping over his fingertips, "Of course, I want to."

The hand on her waist instantly tightened.

The next second, Fu Yanhe pulled his hand back, and with an irresistibly dominant warmth, he planted kisses on the corner of her lips, her cheeks, and her collarbone.

His scorching breath gently caressed her skin, his eyes extremely dark, his voice husky, "If you can’t take it anymore, tell me."

"Hmm..."

-

It felt as though a century had passed.

When Shen Yanhe hazily woke up from the bed the next day, it was already the following day.

She thought she had ascended to heaven.

Shen Yanhe lay in bed and assessed herself, her body felt refreshed, but there was a general soreness, especially a sharp pain between her thighs, and her body was covered in purple and blue kiss marks, as if a dog had gnawed on her.

Her waist was especially sore.

The moment Shen Yanhe opened her eyes, the man lying beside her noticed.

The man carefully helped her up from the bed, fed her the warm water he had prepared, and then gently kissed her moist, slightly swollen lips, his voice low and tender, "Are you okay?"

After drinking the water, Shen Yanhe somewhat regained her composure. She stared at him with moist eyes, very dissatisfied as she pushed Fu Yanhe away slightly, accusing him, "You’re a bastard, I clearly told you no, but you still pressed on me..."

Certainly, she had said, "If I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to tell him."

But when she did, he became even more vigorous, never stopping.

It was like he was a different person compared to the first time.

Fu Yanhe took the scolding without getting annoyed, his beautiful eyes slightly amused, nodding good-naturedly, "Yes, my fault, I’m a bastard, Yanyan, don’t be angry."

He stretched out a long arm and pulled the retreating Shen Yanhe into his embrace, promising her, "It won’t be like this next time."

Shen Yanhe glared at him and ignored him.

Her body bore the marks of his love, a few traces of rouge still adorned the corners of her eyes; that one look was filled with myriad allure.

This only made Fu Yanhe’s gaze darken further.

But he also knew that Shen Yanhe was already overwhelmed, and he felt sorry for her.

Fu Yanhe’s warm fingers landed on her waist, gently massaging the soreness, while he lowered his head and kissed her cheek, "Are you hungry? I cooked some porridge, do you want some?"

His massaging pressure was just right.

Shen Yanhe, comforted by his touch, slightly squinted her cat eyes, her voice still a bit hoarse, "You cooked it yourself?"

In the Fu Family, it was usually the housekeeper who cooked; Fu Yanhe, as a member of the Fu Family, should have been a stranger to kitchen work.

Fu Yanhe’s movement hesitated imperceptibly, but his expression remained unchanged, "I know a bit—it’s edible."

Shen Yanhe yawned, "Alright, I’ll go wash up first."

Shen Yanhe exited from Fu Yanhe’s embrace and carefully got off the bed.

The moment her feet touched the soft carpet, the weakness in her legs made her stagger a few steps.

Fu Yanhe got off the bed and quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, smiling, "I’ll take you there, don’t be stubborn."

Shen Yanhe clenched her teeth and glared fiercely at him, "Beast."

Fu Yanhe picked her up sideways and headed toward the bathroom, "Yes, yes, I’m a beast."

After washing up, Fu Yanhe carried Shen Yanhe downstairs and placed her at the dining table.

He then went to the kitchen to bring out the previously made porridge and dishes.

After the meal, Fu Yanhe took Shen Yanhe to the laboratory.

As they drove out of the villa, a battered white sedan started following them.

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