A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 263 Song Shiwei: When Social Death Strikes

Chapter 263: Chapter 263 Song Shiwei: When Social Death Strikes

Song Shiwei suddenly realized, "I see."

Perhaps because of her successful divorce from Qi Yunqian, Song Shiwei was in a very cheerful mood. She leaned forward a little, crossed her hands on the back of the chair to support her chin, and smiled at Shifei, "You’re not getting any younger either, do you have any girl you like?"

"If you do, you can tell your sister, and I’ll be your wingwoman!"

Just as she said this, the traffic light at the intersection ahead turned red.

Shifei stopped the car and turned to look at her.

His expression remained aloof, but his eyes held a hint of intensity as he looked at her.

Song Shiwei hesitated for a moment, the smile slowly fading from her face. She slowly withdrew her hands from the backrest and after a few seconds of silence, she asked softly, "You couldn’t possibly... have fallen for me, could you?"

Shifei’s eyes narrowed slightly, withdrew his gaze, started the car, and merged into traffic, his voice indifferent, "Is that not allowed?"

Song Shiwei fell silent, "...It’s not exactly not allowed."

Whom he liked was his prerogative; she had no right to interfere.

Song Shiwei looked at Shifei, her eyes filled with a complex emotion, her red lips parting as she spoke, "It’s just... we... it’s impossible."

"Why is it impossible?" Shifei’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, but his face remained unchanged, "Could it be... you still have feelings for Qi Yunqian?"

Song Shiwei shook her head, "No, I don’t."

She paused, then added, "I don’t have feelings for anyone right now. What I feel for you now is the way a sister feels about her brother."

Shifei’s gaze instantly darkened.

Feelings of a sister for her brother?

How could he ever be content with just being her brother?

An abrupt silence fell inside the car.

Song Shiwei felt a bit embarrassed as she reached up to smooth her hair. When she ran into Shifei upon getting out of prison, she had vaguely sensed that his feelings for her were not ordinary.

But at the time, she hadn’t taken it to heart.

She hadn’t expected this bubble to burst today.

Not to mention, after experiencing that failed relationship with Qi Yunqian, Song Shiwei was truly frightened.

She didn’t dare to easily embark on another relationship.

"Forget it," she said, changing the topic proactively. She leaned forward to look ahead and pointed to an intersection not far off, "Drop me off at that intersection ahead; I need to go back and pack up my things."

Shifei remained silent for a while, then he stopped the car at the intersection ahead as she had requested.

"I’ll be off then. Thanks for giving me a ride today; I’ll treat you to a meal next time," Song Shiwei waved at Shifei and quickly got out of the car.

To avoid further awkwardness by staying in the car.

Shifei hummed in acknowledgment, waited for her to get out, and then parked his car a short distance away. After locking the car, he took the car keys and leisurely followed her.

Song Shiwei walked a few steps forward, glancing unintentionally into a shop at the side.

And she saw in the glass reflection a tall, slim man following behind her.

Song Shiwei: "..."

She held back but couldn’t help turning her head and looked at Shifei annoyed, "Why are you following me?"

Shifei stood a few steps away from her, his handsome, indifferent face showing a trace of innocence, "To help you move your things."

A twitch tugged at the corner of Song Shiwei’s eye, "No need, I can call a moving company."

Shifei didn’t speak, just stood his ground stubbornly watching her.

Song Shiwei tentatively walked a few steps forward, Shifei quietly followed suit.

Just like when we were children, always following her around like a little shadow.

Song Shiwei: "..."

Feeling helpless, she waved to Shifei, "Forget it, just come here and walk beside me, stop following behind."

It made her look like she was bullying him.

Shifei’s eyes lit up as he quickly stepped forward to walk behind Song Shiwei, accompanying her to the riverside villa to move her things out.

The belongings she had in the riverside villa weren’t much, just a few outfits, along with some bits and pieces of makeup and toiletry items.

Song Shiwei simply asked Shifei to pack up the toiletries while she went to the guest bedroom on the second floor to find her suitcase and pack her clothes.

Just as she pulled out the suitcase, her phone, which she had left on the bed, began to ring.

Song Shiwei tossed her underwear into the suitcase while answering the phone, "Hello?"

The voice of Qi Yunqian’s assistant came through from the other side of the phone: "Madam, Mr. Qi has been hospitalized with a high fever. Could you come and see him?"

Since Song Shiwei and Qi Yunqian began discussing divorce, Qi Yunqian had started to work tirelessly without sleep, coupled with the emotional turmoil this time, his body functions had greatly decreased, causing him to be hospitalized with a high fever, lapsing into unconsciousness.

During the time he was unconscious, he kept calling out Song Shiwei’s name.

The assistant, unable to bear it, had called Song Shiwei.

Song Shiwei paused in folding her clothes, stood up straight, and indifferently replied, "Assistant Zhuo, I’m not a deity. Even if I go to see him, he won’t magically get better. The hospital’s doctors will cure him."

"Also," Song Shiwei said in a bland tone, "I’m already divorced from your Mr. Qi. His affairs have nothing to do with me anymore, so there’s no need to call me specifically."

Assistant Zhuo was stunned and before he could say anything, Song Shiwei added, "Right, tell Mr. Qi that I’ve already packed up and moved out of the riverside villa. I left the villa’s keys on the sofa; remind him to come back for them."

After speaking, Song Shiwei hung up the phone.

In the hospital, Assistant Zhuo listened to the busy signal on the phone and subconsciously turned his head to look at the man lying in bed who had unknowingly opened his eyes and looked ill.

Qi Yunqian’s face was pale; he leaned against the head of the bed, silent for a few seconds, then asked in a low voice, "What did she say?"

Assistant Zhuo’s forehead broke out in a sweat, and he swallowed nervously before replying with difficulty, "Madam said that she’s already divorced you, and you shouldn’t call her about your issues anymore. Also..."

"She said she’s already packed up and moved out of the villa, reminding you to remember to come back and pick up the keys."

Qi Yunqian closed his eyes, his face becoming even more pale and translucent, "I got it. You can go now."

Assistant Zhuo nodded, turned, and left the patient room, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

He couldn’t help but sigh. He had already advised Mr. Qi before—if he liked the madam so much, he shouldn’t have been so kind to Miss Fu... Look now, he’s divorced from the madam.

Back at the villa.

Song Shiwei had just hung up the phone when she turned around to see Shifei standing at the door, his expression somewhat obscure as he looked at her.

Song Shiwei was startled, her heart pounding heavily. She put her hand to her chest and glared at him, saying irritably, "You scared me! Why are you standing at the door in silence?"

Shifei looked at her, his eyes and brows carrying a hint of gloom as he stretched out his hand toward her, his tone somewhat cold, "This thing, do you want it or not?"

Song Shiwei focused and saw.

In Shifei’s clean, slender hand, he was holding a small box of condoms.

Song Shiwei: "..."

This box was something she had bought in case Qi Yunqian came over to stay and tried to force himself on her.

She had casually placed it in the bathroom drawer and forgotten to throw it away.

And now, Shifei had found it.

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So socially awkward.

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