A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 256: The Mysterious Person

Chapter 256: Chapter 256: The Mysterious Person

Jiang Yun and Fu Yu, the mother and daughter, were so overwhelmed with their own issues that they couldn’t take care of Fu Shuqin in the hospital.

After coming out of the operating room, Fu Shuqin was paralyzed and bedridden, unable to move. The caregiver initially hired to look after her had long since run away, leaving her to lie alone on the hospital bed.

The service in the ordinary ward couldn’t compare to that of the premium wards; no one brought her water when she was thirsty, nor did anyone help her with a bedpan when she needed the toilet, forcing her to soil the bed.

Lying in her own filth day after day, she smelled foul, a stark contrast to the elegant and clean old lady she used to be.

This extreme neglect made it impossible for Fu Shuqin to cope; she hardly lasted two days before calling Jiang Yun.

But Jiang Yun wouldn’t answer her calls.

As if that weren’t enough, the hospital was also pressing her to continue paying the medical bills.

After all, the medications Fu Shuqin required were expensive imports, each treatment costing tens of thousands; the money Jiang Yun had previously paid to the hospital was quickly used up.

But Fu Shuqin was now penniless and couldn’t afford to pay.

She was moved from the ordinary ward to the hospital corridor, and the dosage of her medication was reduced each day.

Without the proper medication, Fu Shuqin soon became confused and spent her days in a deep sleep, emanating a decaying scent as if her life was nearing its end.

By then, the court had already obtained all the evidence of crimes committed by Fu Xiao and Fu Shuqin.

With Fu Yanhe adding fuel to the flames, the two were quickly convicted.

Fu Xiao was sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve.

Fu Shuqin was sentenced to life imprisonment, but given her health condition, it was to be served outside of prison.

On the day of their trial, Shen Yanhe made a point to come to the courthouse from the laboratory.

Hearing the judge’s verdict with her own ears, the bitterness that had been trapped in her heart for fourteen years finally began to dissipate.

Shen Yanhe silently thought to herself, "Mom, I’ve avenged you."

As she was leaving the courthouse, Shen Yanhe encountered Fu Shuqin who was in a wheelchair being pushed to the courthouse.

In just a few days, Fu Shuqin had become so gaunt that she was practically skin and bones.

Her cheeks were hollow, her eyes bulging, making her seem like a skeleton with a bit of flesh hanging on it, somewhat grotesque and eerie.

Fu Shuqin was extremely agitated upon seeing her; she stared fixedly at Shen Yanhe and slurred, "Back then, I should have, should have also killed you! Strangled, strangled Fu Yanhe!"

Now, she deeply regretted it.

She regretted not being harsher at the time, not investigating more to deal with Shen Yanhe as well, for planting such a disastrous seed for herself!

People like Fu Shuqin forever refuse to believe they have erred, only regretting that they weren’t thorough enough initially.

Shen Yanhe’s eyebrows lifted slightly, and she smiled lightly, calmly saying, "It’s too late."

She looked down at Fu Shuqin, her lips curving slightly, but her eyes devoid of any hint of laughter, "Madam Fu, think about it, your life has been quite a failure."

"Your eldest son abandoned you, your second son severed ties with you when he was young, and your third son committed crimes and ended up in prison, soon to face a firing squad."

"And you, you’ll have to spend the rest of your life in prison, unable to escape until your death."

Fu Shuqin breathed heavily, cursing Shen Yanhe incoherently, with a few obscene words still discernible among the mumbles.

It was like the final struggle before death.

Shen Yanhe smiled, ignoring her further, and walked briskly out of the courthouse.

After exiting the courthouse, Shen Yanhe immediately noticed a figure standing by the roadside.

The man stood under a tree, tall and upright, his posture resolute.

The sunlight filtered through the leaves, scattering onto his distinguished features and casting a thin layer of golden light, enhancing his handsome appearance.

Shen Yanhe paused slightly, "What are you doing here?"

She had left the laboratory and hadn’t told anyone apart from Feng Jiao.

Fu Yanhe turned and looked at her with a calm gaze, his eyes soft, "I went to the laboratory to find you, and Feng Jiao told me you had come here."

Fu Yanhe looked down at her, "Yanyan, were those two people the reason you came to the Fu family?"

Now that things were settled, it was time to be honest with Fu Yanhe.

She nodded frankly and walked towards him, her gaze resting on him, "Let me take you somewhere."

Fu Yanhe, "Okay."

-

Half an hour later.

Having bought incense, paper money, and carnations, Shen Yanhe brought Fu Yanhe to the cemetery, where they found the grave of her mother.

It had been almost a month since her last visit, and some weeds had grown around the grave site.

Shen Yanhe placed the items in front of the tombstone, rolled up her sleeves, and squatted down to pull the weeds, her voice calm as she said, "The person buried here, is my mom."

"On my eighth birthday, she was struck and killed by a drunk driver named Fu Xiao on her way home; she was holding the birthday cake she bought for me when she died."

Shen Yanhe’s tone was very calm, devoid of any emotional fluctuations, yet laden with a touch of sadness and sorrow.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes narrowed slightly as he gently reached out and grabbed her wrist, "Let me do it."

With that, Fu Yanhe silently took over the task of pulling weeds, quietly listening to her speak.

Shen Yanhe blinked and then turned to light the incense, continuing, "When Fu Xiao hit her, she wasn’t dead yet, she could have been saved if she had been taken to the hospital immediately."

"But he didn’t."

"Not only did he not take her to the hospital, he didn’t even get out of the car to check on her, instead, he drove over her repeatedly until she was completely dead."

"Later," Shen Yanhe knelt in front of the tombstone, looking at the photo of the young woman smiling radiantly, "Fu Shuqin arranged to handle the matter privately, and offered compensation."

"But I was too young at the time, the compensation was taken by my uncle who also convinced me to forgive the perpetrator, telling me it was just an accident."

"It wasn’t until one day I accidentally saw the surveillance footage of the road where my mom had the accident, I realized it was no accident, it was murder."

Fu Yanhe’s weed-pulling stalled, his strong slender fingers tightened slightly, and the tender leaves were pinched until they oozed liquid.

Shen Yanhe smiled faintly, nonchalantly saying, "So, when my uncle came to me proposing that I marry into their family to cover for someone else, I conveniently agreed."

"From the start, I was honest with you, my intentions in marrying into the Fu family weren’t pure..."

She hadn’t finished speaking when she was enveloped by a warm embrace from behind.

Fu Yanhe gently yet firmly held her close, tightening his hold almost as if wanting to merge her into his body, "My Yanyan, you’ve suffered a lot, I’m sorry, I arrived too late."

Her mother’s death, her brother’s serious illness.

For the young Shen Yanhe at the time, it was like a deadly blow.

Shen Yanhe’s eyes instantly reddened.

It’s strange with people.

When no one is there to comfort her, she could endure any adversity silently, steadfastly continuing on her way.

But once someone offers comfort, the tears she could hold back flow ceaselessly.

Shen Yanhe opened her mouth, but before she could speak, her tears had already fallen first.

The cool tears dripped onto Fu Yanhe’s hand.

Fu Yanhe caught her shoulders and turned her towards him, feeling frantic at the sight of Shen Yanhe’s tears.

He tenderly wiped her tears away, "Yanyan, don’t cry, I’ll teach them a lesson for you."

Murderous rage and vengeance swirled in Fu Yanhe’s heart.

Simply putting Fu Xiao and Fu Shuqin in prison wasn’t enough.

Before sending them fully on their way, they must experience the feeling of living being worse than dying.

Feeling the tender touch on her face, Shen Yanhe blinked her eyes, somewhat awkwardly blocking Fu Yanhe’s hand, swiftly wiping away her tears, and muttering softly, "No need for you, I can do it myself."

Fu Yanhe chuckled softly, rubbing her head indulgently, "Alright, do it yourself."

Shen Yanhe’s cheeks turned pink as she gazed softly at the young woman on the tombstone.

She silently said in her heart.

Mom, you used to worry about me being unwanted; now, I’ve brought my boyfriend to show you.

He’s really good, you don’t have to worry about me not having anyone to take care of me anymore.

The pair quietly lit the incense, finished burning the paper money, and after a short while, they left the cemetery hand in hand.

-

Ten minutes after Shen Yanhe and her companion had left the cemetery,

a man dressed in black, wearing a mask, tall and slightly hunched, appeared in front of the tombstone.

He gazed tenderly at the photo of the radiant smile on the tombstone, reaching out with a gloved black hand to gently touch it.

He silently placed a white rose at the grave, then left quietly without a trace.

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