A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 222: Closing the Net

Chapter 222: Chapter 222: Closing the Net

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and two days had flown by.

Xia Family.

Xia Ran got up early, applied a face mask, put on a delicate makeup look, changed into a formal outfit, grabbed her handbag, and sashayed out the door.

Today was the day she had arranged to meet with the media reporters.

She intended to announce to the world today that Fu Yanhe was an imposter!

The thought of Shen Yanhe’s agony upon learning she had married a fraud filled her heart with an intense satisfaction!

To avoid alerting Xia Tingyuan, Xia Ran drove herself.

She arrived at the Xia Family’s garage, eyeing the luxury cars parked in front of her.

Just as she was deciding which car to take, suddenly, the sound of an object scraping against the floor and hurried, labored breathing came from behind her.

"What was that noise?" Xia Ran frowned and was about to turn around towards the direction of the sound.

But she was struck hard on the back of her head.

Her eyes rolled back and she collapsed to the ground, revealing Fu Xiao holding a thick wooden stick, his face gaunt, expression manic, and eyes bloodshot.

Fu Xiao was still wearing the clothes he had on when he fell off the cliff, with tears from branches on them, looking utterly disheveled.

"You wretch, I finally caught you!"

Breathing heavily, Fu Xiao spit at Xia Ran, who was unconscious on the ground, "Pah! You still think you can kill me! This time I’ll make sure you’re dead!"

Fu Xiao crouched down, rummaged through Xia Ran’s handbag for the keys, and selected the car closest to him.

He rudely dragged the unconscious Xia Ran into the car.

Since Xia Ran had mentioned she would be going out today, the gate security did not stop the vehicle.

Fu Xiao smoothly kidnapped Xia Ran.

Meanwhile.

Outside the lab, Fu Yanhe came to pick Shen Yanhe up for a meal, while also waiting for news from Feng Jiao.

She had said just yesterday that she had arrived in the country, yet now there was no word, and Shen Yanhe was a bit worried about her.

No sooner had Shen Yanhe gotten into the car than she saw Fu Yanhe playing with a keychain in his hand.

It was a keychain she recognized well.

It was the $10 Pikachu keychain she bought from a jewelry store on a whim just after marrying Fu Yanhe, claiming she was going out to buy him a gift when she was actually continuing to box to make money.

Shen Yanhe glanced at it several times, pursed her lips, and finally inquired a bit uncomfortably, "Why do you still keep this thing?"

For someone like Fu Yanhe, who had never cared to spend less than a thousand on his attire.

The $10 Pikachu keychain was quite crudely made.

She had assumed that after Fu Yanhe had accepted it, he would toss it into the trash can right away.

Unexpectedly, he was still keeping it.

And it appeared to be kept very carefully.

Seeing her, Fu Yanhe carefully pocketed the keychain before leaning over to fasten her seatbelt, his voice soft, "This is the first gift you gave me."

The seatbelt clicked into place.

Looking up at her, the dark pupils gleaming with a hint of amusement, Fu Yanhe chuckled softly, "It even cost you half of your fortune; of course, I have to keep it well."

His tone was light, yet like a gentle spring breeze, it blew into Shen Yanhe’s heart, making her whole body tingle, and her heart seemed to soak in a warm spring.

Completely softened.

With her eyes shimmering, she looked at him and murmured, "Let me give you another gift instead."

"This gift... It’s not valuable."

Fu Yanhe straightened up, stroking her hair, "This gift is very precious to me, for it contains your affection."

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Suddenly, she felt a bit guilty.

If only she had picked it out more carefully back then.

Fu Yanhe turned his head, "As for me, I haven’t yet given you much."

"No, you have," Shen Yanhe raised an eyebrow and smiled, reaching out her hand to interlace fingers with him, "You gave me an unlimited black card. I like it a lot."

Fu Yanhe chuckled softly, his face carrying a hint of helplessness and affection: "Little money-grubber."

The car started.

Shen Yanhe leaned on Fu Yanhe’s shoulder, and was about to pull out her phone to check the news online.

Fu Yanhe’s phone, placed aside, started ringing.

Fu Yanhe picked up the phone with his free hand and answered the call.

Xia Tingyuan’s anxious and flustered voice came through, "Yanhe! Your uncle has lost his mind!"

Shen Yanhe, who had been leaning on Fu Yanhe’s shoulder, heard this and straightened up slightly, looking up at him, silently asking, "What happened?"

Fu Yanhe gently squeezed her fingers and asked indifferently, "What did he do?"

"He kidnapped Ranran! And he’s using Ranran to threaten me! He wants ten billion from me! If I don’t give it to him, he will kill Ranran!"

Xia Tingyuan was nearly going insane.

He had planned to go to FY Group’s branch in Haicheng today to meet the new executive director.

He hadn’t even left his company when he received a photo on his phone of Xia Ran lying on the ground, covered in blood.

There was also a message from Fu Xiao, demanding ten billion from him!

If he doesn’t pay, he will kill Xia Ran!

Xia Tingyuan couldn’t understand at all. Fu Xiao and Xia Ran had no enmity, so why would he suddenly kidnap her? And to go so far as to hurt her!

He sent people to look for Fu Xiao and Xia Ran’s whereabouts, while he himself phoned to stall him.

But Fu Xiao rejected his calls, insisting on the money, no money meant no life for Xia Ran!

Left with no choice, Xia Tingyuan had to turn to Fu Yanhe.

"Yanhe, Ranran is my only daughter, and although she has made mistakes in the past, she has already received her deserved punishment," Xia Tingyuan pleaded, "for the sake of the old man, help me one last time, save Ranran, will you?"

"I know you have the capability..."

Fu Yanhe, expression unchanged, played with the delicate fingers in his hand and interrupted Xia Tingyuan in a mild voice, "Mr. Xia, I think you’ve got the wrong person."

"Kidnapping is a criminal offense, you should seek help from the police, not me."

Xia Tingyuan’s expression slightly changed, he gritted his teeth, "You want me to call the police? Aren’t you afraid that calling the police will affect the Fu Corporation’s image?"

"Fu Xiao is still a member of the Fu Family!"

Fu Yanhe remained calm, "I think if the Fu Family knew you had helped them eliminate a pest once, they would thank you."

Having said this, Fu Yanhe didn’t wait for Xia Tingyuan to respond and hung up the call.

After hanging up, San Fang, sitting in the passenger seat, had a tablet in his hands and turned slightly to look at him, "Master Fu, Fu Xiao’s location has been pinpointed. Should we hand it over to the Xia Family?"

"Wait until Xia Tingyuan calls the police, then give the location to them," Fu Yanhe looked up, "This is the last thing I’m doing for Old Man Xia."

San Fang replied, "Yes."

Shen Yanhe had been leaning on Fu Yanhe’s shoulder silently all this while. She slightly lowered her eyes, fiddled with her phone subtly, and secretly sent a text to the police.

The emotions hidden behind her thick eyelashes were difficult to discern.

The trap had been set.

"Why are you so quiet? Are you feeling carsick? Do you feel unwell?" a large, dry, warm hand suddenly touched Shen Yanhe’s forehead, the deep and magnetic voice carried a touch of concern.

Shen Yanhe’s eyelashes trembled slightly, she put down her phone and muttered softly, "Maybe because I skipped breakfast, I feel a bit dizzy."

Fu Yanhe slightly furrowed his eyebrows, leaned over and unbuckled Shen Yanhe’s seatbelt, letting her lie on his lap, his voice chilly, "Your friend will only arrive in the afternoon. Let’s go have breakfast first, then head to the airport."

"It’s another half an hour from here to the city center, you can sleep a bit first."

Shen Yanhe blinked and quietly acknowledged with a, "Mhm."

-

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Xia Ran’s press conference was being held in the hall of the Royal Gold Hotel.

Just before ten o’clock, journalists and media started arriving one after another.

Fu Yu also fully prepared, stealthily entered the hall to witness the moment when the fake skin on Fu Yanhe’s body would be peeled off.

But she and the journalists waited for half an hour and still did not see Xia Ran arrive.

The surrounding media whispered among themselves, curious about what Xia Ran mentioned, the secrets concerning the Fu Family.

Fu Yu became anxious, took out her phone and kept calling Xia Ran, but couldn’t get through.

"What is Xia Ran up to? Didn’t she say she would come early? It’s almost eleven! Why hasn’t she arrived yet?"

Fu Yu frowned, "Could it be that she’s had second thoughts?"