A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 227: The Collapse of Fu Shuqin

Chapter 227: Chapter 227: The Collapse of Fu Shuqin

This provocative smile ignited an even fiercer rage within Fu Xiao.

He gripped the edge of the table tightly, with veins popping on his forehead, and suddenly stood up, reaching out to grab Shen Yanhe: "Damn bitch! I’ll kill you!"

Officer Song’s eyes hardened as he grabbed Fu Xiao’s outstretched hand, twisted it behind him, and pressed him violently to the ground, barking, "Behave!"

Fu Xiao struggled ceaselessly, his eyes bloodshot, glaring at Shen Yanhe and reaching out with his free hand, "I’ll kill you! Stinking whore!"

Shen Yanhe feigned panic but ruthlessly stepped on the back of Fu Xiao’s hand, inconspicuously grinding it back and forth several times.

"Aaahhhh!!!!"

Fu Xiao’s twisted face let out a painful howl.

His body was already in pain, and Shen Yanhe’s foot, showing no mercy, made him feel like his entire palm had broken.

Officer Song pretended not to see.

He and the other two officers lifted Fu Xiao and shackled his feet as well.

After doing all this, Officer Song turned to Shen Yanhe with a serious expression, "Miss Shen, visiting hours are over, please leave."

Shen Yanhe nodded, gave a brief glance to Fu Xiao who was still wailing, and turned to leave.

When she left the police station, it was already evening, and the splendid sunset filled half the sky.

Waiting outside, Wu Fang approached and asked, "Young Madam, shall we go back?"

Shen Yanhe took a light breath and walked toward the car, "No, go to the hospital."

"Yes."

Half an hour later, at Haicheng First People’s Hospital.

Shen Yanhe, dressed in fully sterilized protective clothing, entered Shen Huai’s ward.

After this bone marrow transplant surgery, Shen Huai’s body had become even more fragile.

He lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, hooked up to various machines, his chest barely moving.

Shen Yanhe walked to the bedside, extended her hand to gently touch Shen Huai’s hand, and whispered tenderly, "Ah Huai."

Shen Huai’s eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw Shen Yanhe standing by the bed, his eyes slightly curved, and he tried to smile, speaking with difficulty, "Sis, sister, you, you’re here."

Shen Yanhe hummed a response, slowly squatting beside the bed, carefully holding Shen Huai’s hand without fully grasping it, looking at him with eyes gradually reddening while trying to keep her voice steady.

"Ah Huai, I’ve sent the chief culprit who hit Mom to jail."

"I won’t let him die so easily. I’ll make sure he lives and feels Mom’s pain every moment, every second, making his life a living hell."

Shen Huai turned his head with effort, looking at Shen Yanhe squatting in front of the hospital bed, his eyes glimmering with a hint of moisture.

He shakily raised his hand, wanting to touch Shen Yanhe’s head but, lacking strength, only managed to lightly touch her hand by the bed: "You’re amazing, sis. Mom would be so happy to know."

Shen Yanhe felt a lump in her throat, her voice muffled as she hummed, keeping her head down, not daring to let Shen Huai see her reddened eyes.

She forced back the sourness rising in her throat and asked softly, "How do you feel after the new medication? Is your body better now?"

"A bit stronger. The dizziness has eased, and I don’t feel the nausea as much," Shen Huai said slowly, smiling at Shen Yanhe, "Doctor Qiao also said if there’s enough new medication, maybe I can get through the rejection period."

"If I make it through the rejection period and my body starts producing immune cells normally, then I can live like a regular person."

The length of the rejection period after bone marrow transplantation varies depending on the patient’s health.

Some experience rejection period for a month, some for 100 days, and some even for half a year.

Shen Huai was frail, and his rejection period was bound to be longer and more agonizing.

His current diminished rejection reaction was solely sustained by CO2 medication.

Once he stopped taking the drug, his body would rapidly deteriorate.

Shen Yanhe felt heart-wrenchingly pained and terrified but dared not show a sliver of it on her face, "Don’t worry, with your sister here, you won’t run out of the new medicine."

"Once we get through this tough time, you’ll be able to go out and play with sister like a normal person."

Shen Huai nodded, a trace of fatigue showing on his face as his eyelids began to droop.

Shen Yanhe knew that Shen Huai had exhausted all his energy for the day.

She watched him with tender eyes and said softly, "Xiao Huai, good night."

After leaving the ward, Shen Yanhe took off her protective gear and headed to Fu Shuqin’s ward.

It was dinner time, and Fu Shuqin’s caregiver had just finished feeding her and went to eat, leaving her alone in the ward.

Shen Yanhe pushed open the door with an expressionless face.

Fu Shuqin, half-reclined on the bed, had a sudden change in complexion upon seeing her and questioned unclearly while struggling to press the call bell, "What are you doing here again? I don’t welcome you! Get out!"

"Don’t hurry to send me away, I’m here to bring you good news," Shen Yanhe said, one hand in her pocket, leaning against the doorway, her gaze indifferent as a smile played on her lips.

"Your dearly beloved youngest son, Fu Xiao, has been arrested for kidnapping and intentional murder, and is now in the police station," she said.

Fu Shuqin’s pupils constricted sharply, and she became instantly agitated, her eyes bloodshot as she screamed, "This is impossible! What have you done! What did you, you bitch, do!"

Shen Yanhe tilted her head slightly, "I didn’t do much, just gave a little push in the feud between him and Xia Ran. Fu Xiao ended up kidnapping Xia Ran and even stabbed her."

"Oh right, your anticipated grandchild is gone too."

She looked at Fu Shuqin, her eyes curved into a pleased smile, but the joy didn’t reach the depths of her eyes, "Tell me, isn’t this good news?"

"I remember when you paid the compensation to my third uncle, you once said that even if your family’s Fu Xiao killed someone, with just a little manipulation from your Fu family, he would only serve a year in prison and then be free again," she reminisced.

Shen Yanhe’s voice was chilly, her lips upturned in a smile, "Now, with the charges of kidnapping, intentional murder, and hit-and-run combined, that should be enough for him to spend a lifetime in prison, right?"

Fu Shuqin’s eyes bulged, her chest burning as if on fire, making it agonizing to breathe. Rasping sounds came from her throat as she glared at Shen Yanhe with gritted teeth, "Monster! Little monster!"

Shen Yanhe’s smile faded and her gaze deepened, "Fortunately, compared to you, I’m at least a beast, half a person, but you all are nothing but livestock, not even human."

Fu Shuqin could not bother to retort against Shen Yanhe, straining to reach for the mobile phone on the bedside table.

She wanted to call Jiang Yun.

She needed Jiang Yun to bail Fu Xiao out of the police station.

Her Fu Xiao was still a child, and if he went to prison, it would ruin his entire life.

"Are you thinking of calling Jiang Yun for help?" Shen Yanhe’s eyes were faint, "Then I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed, Jiang Yun can hardly save herself now."

"Fu Yu has exposed the matter of Fu Yanhe impersonating her older brother online, and now the netizens are hounding Jiang Yun for an explanation."

Fu Shuqin abruptly choked on her breath, almost unable to draw air, clenching the edge of the bed with a venomous look at Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe, undaunted by her glare, smiled gently at her and said, "Don’t be in a hurry, soon you’ll be able to see your beloved youngest son."

"By then, I’ll send you mother and son to prison for a reunion."

Having said that, Shen Yanhe left, ignoring Fu Shuqin who was so enraged that her face had turned bluish-purple.