A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 236: Fu Yanhe: I Want to Give You the Best

Chapter 236: Chapter 236: Fu Yanhe: I Want to Give You the Best

Fu Yanhe walked up to Shen Yanhe, his face showing a trace of helplessness, "Yanyan, I didn’t mean to hide it from you."

At that time, he hadn’t completely dealt with the Fu Family issues, and he didn’t trust Shen Yanhe either.

Naturally, he wouldn’t rashly lay all his cards on the table.

Later on, as he gradually came to trust her and many things happened, he couldn’t find the right moment to come clean with Yanyan.

It was only now, after he had openly broken with the Fu Family, that his identity was completely revealed.

Shen Yanhe blinked and nodded, "I know."

If Fu Yanhe had wanted to keep it from her, he could have just dealt with the Fu Family’s matters by sending his trusted aides; there was no need for him to take action personally.

Sensing that she wasn’t angry, Fu Yanhe took her hand and sat down on the sofa, then moved the gifts in the living room in front of her, "Yanyan, open them and have a look."

Shen Yanhe blinked and laboriously unpacked the gift boxes one by one.

Inside these gift boxes were exquisitely made jewelry pieces, each worth over ten million.

Besides the jewelry, there were also perfumes.

The array dazzled Shen Yanhe, who leaned lazily against Fu Yanhe’s shoulder and said, "Why give me so many? I don’t need them. It would be better to just give me the money."

She had to go to the lab for experiments.

People entering the laboratory couldn’t wear any jewelry or emit any strong perfume scents.

These things, costly as they were, were of no use to her.

"Even if you don’t need them, I still want to prepare them for you," Fu Yanhe played with her slender, soft, and pale fingers, taking out the small square box he had just put in his pocket and opening it.

Immediately after, Shen Yanhe felt a coolness on her index finger.

Shen Yanhe lifted her hand to look.

A ring with an ancient design had been slipped onto her index finger by Fu Yanhe.

She tilted her head to look at Fu Yanhe and swayed her hand, now adorned with the ring, in front of his eyes, "What does this mean?"

"When we got married, I didn’t give you a wedding ceremony or a ring, and every time I think about it, I have deep regrets," Fu Yanhe held her fingers, brought them to his lips for a gentle kiss, and looked down, "I should have treated you better back then."

Each time Fu Yanhe thought about it, his heart was filled with regret and heartache.

Back then, because of the poison and disability, his personality was explosive and dark. When she came to his side in marriage, she not only lacked a decent wedding but also a wedding ring. Furthermore, she was bullied by Fu Shuqin and almost strangled to death by him.

His Yanyan, skilled in acting to hide her true self, but every time he saw her alone, he could sense a strong feeling of loneliness from her, as if she had cut herself off from the world.

She seemed easy to get along with on the surface, but Fu Yanhe knew that her defenses were high and that no one could easily enter her heart.

Fu Yanhe gently kissed her fingertips and met Shen Yanhe’s eyes, his gaze tender, "I want to make it up to you. I want to give you the very best."

Shen Yanhe was taken aback, feeling a swelling warmth in her heart.

She never expected these words to come from Fu Yanhe’s mouth.

She had always thought that his feelings were reserved.

Only in bed would he reveal a bit of them.

Shen Yanhe blinked, blinked the moisture out of her eyes, and reached out to hug Fu Yanhe, smiling, "Don’t I already have the best now?"

Fu Yanhe’s gaze was gentle as he smiled and softly kissed her forehead, "I am not good enough yet."

"I still need to be a bit nicer to you, otherwise I’m always afraid you’ll run away."

Shen Yanhe wrapped his arms around his lean waist and curled up in his embrace, letting out a muffled laugh upon hearing this, his slender shoulders shrugging up and down: "I’m not stupid."

"With a husband who is handsome and dashing, wealthy, supports me in anything I do, and doesn’t interfere with my freedom, why would I run away?"

Shen Yanhe tilted his head slightly to look at him, his cat-like eyes curved, his pupils clear and bright as if they were touched by starlight, especially luminous: "You have no idea how many girls cried and shouted on the internet that they wanted to have your babies and be your eighteenth concubine after your photo was leaked online."

"I don’t want them," Fu Yanhe looked down at her with a tender smile in his eyes. "I only want you."

Shen Yanhe curved his lips.

"Ah, right." He straightened up a bit and snuggled closer into Fu Yanhe’s embrace, starting to speak carelessly, "Xia Ran and Su Lan were both taken into custody by the police."

"The police even summoned me today, asking about the details of the accident that day."

"Hmm," Fu Yanhe dimmed his gaze, placing his hand on Shen Yanhe’s waist and pulling her closer into his embrace, "How does Yanyan want to deal with them?"

"I’m a law-abiding citizen, naturally, I want to deal with them according to the law," Shen Yanhe raised an eyebrow. "Besides, the crime of attempted murder they’re suspected of could land them in prison for more than ten years."

Moreover, Xia Ran played a non-negligible role in the severe punishment that Fu Xiao could face.

He wouldn’t get involved.

Fu Yanhe hummed a response, wrapping his arms around Shen Yanhe’s waist to pull her into his embrace. Just as he was about to lower his head and kiss Shen Yanhe’s lips, a strange and crisp voice suddenly came: "What are you doing?"

Shen Yanhe, who had just closed his eyes to receive his kiss, felt a chill run down his spine, and he slid out from his embrace like a slippery eel.

Shit! He had forgotten about Feng Jiao!

"Jiaojiao, you’re here," Shen Yanhe said nonchalantly, sitting on the sofa and looking at Feng Jiao standing at the door, waving her over. "Come sit, let me introduce you all."

Feng Jiao hummed in response, walking over to sit beside Shen Yanhe, her gaze meticulously assessing Fu Yanhe, with a hint of scrutiny.

Shen Yanhe pointed to Feng Jiao: "My distant cousin, Feng Jiao."

Then he pointed to Fu Yanhe: "Fu Yanhe."

Fu Yanhe’s expression was calm, a polite smile appearing on his face: "Hello, cousin."

Feng Jiao didn’t speak but continued to size him up, as if she wanted to see right through him.

She had never seen such a handsome man in real life before.

Even Xiang Ling’an paled slightly in comparison to him.

Moreover, even though the man had quickly reined in his presence the moment Yanyan called out her name, Feng Jiao could still feel it.

This was an exceedingly dangerous man.

A few seconds later, Feng Jiao collected her thoughts and withdrew her gaze from Fu Yanhe, raising an eyebrow at Shen Yanhe: "Yanyan, is this the adulterer that you’ve hidden in your golden house, oh wait, I mean your paramour?"

Fu Yanhe’s brows twitched slightly as he looked towards Shen Yanhe, asking deliberately, "Paramour?"

Feng Jiao leaned a bit closer towards Shen Yanhe, her small face slightly tense as she asked, "Also, Yanyan, did you really marry him?"

Faced with their questioning, Shen Yanhe was silent for a few seconds.

He took a deep breath, as if throwing caution to the wind: "Yes, I really did marry my paramour."

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