A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 264: Show Shen Yanhe the Difference Between Her and Her!

Song Shiwei gathered her composure and, with forced calm, approached and took the item from Shifei’s hand, tossing it into the trash bin, "Why keep this? Just throw it away."

Shifei cast his eyes down at her action, and after Song Shiwei threw the condom into the trash bin, he unexpectedly blurted out, "Sister Shiwei, my ’hardware’ is superior to his."

Song Shiwei was fanning herself, attempting to cool her heated cheeks, and didn’t quite grasp his remark. She asked reflexively, "What ’hardware’?"

Shifei silently glanced at the trash bin where she had just discarded the condom.

As an adult who had heard plenty of off-color jokes in prison, Song Shiwei got the hint immediately. She almost instinctively wanted to glance at a certain place but managed to restrain herself.

Song Shiwei: "..."

Oh, the agony.

She looked at Shifei with some surprise, "Are you making a dirty joke with me?"

Confusion shadowed Shifei’s eyes and brows, "What is making a dirty joke? I am merely stating a fact."

Song Shiwei looked closely at him, and realized, he was serious.

Indeed, it wasn’t a dirty joke.

In that instant, her cheeks flared red, smoke nearly billowing from her head. Song Shiwei, shivering, pointed at Shifei and bit out, "Shifei the Fatty! Go pack your things!"

Shifei looked at her, perplexed, not understanding why she was suddenly angry, even calling out his childhood nickname.

But that didn’t stop him from obediently acknowledging with a soft "oh," and turning around to dutifully continue packing her scattered toiletries.

Song Shiwei sat on the bed, raised her hand to touch her burning forehead, muttered a curse under her breath, and sped up the pace of packing.

No, no, she couldn’t continue to be in Shifei’s company. She needed to find He Miao quickly, to calm her nerves.

-

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Shen Yanhe and Feng Jiao had already boarded the plane; their seats were together.

As Feng Jiao fastened her seatbelt, she turned to Shen Yanhe with raised eyebrows, "Strange, isn’t your man coming with you?"

"He’s got some business to deal with at the company, he won’t be free these next few days." Shen Yanhe took out two eye masks from her handbag, handed one to Feng Jiao with apparent nonchalance, and asked, "Any trace of the Immortal organization?"

Taking the eye mask and placing it on her lap, Feng Jiao pulled out a lipstick and a small mirror, and began to touch up her lipstick, saying as she did so, "Not at the moment, but I did catch wind of a little rumor."

"The chief of those web guys is also going to Jing City this time. Rumor has it he’s looking for someone."

Shen Yanhe’s eyebrows furrowed, a hint of annoyance on her face, "I thought that guy had gone into seclusion for convalescence?"

"Not sure, probably because the person he’s looking for is quite important to him," Feng Jiao clicked the lipstick shut, turned her head towards Shen Yanhe, and earnestly admonished, "If you bump into him this time, you better restrain yourself."

"Restrain?" Shen Yanhe let out a scoff, "That’s impossible."

"That guy robbed me of precious herbs three times, interrupted and sabotaged my missions twice, almost making it impossible for me to return alive to 094. He then disappeared without a trace, denying me my chance for revenge."

With a faint smile, Shen Yanhe’s eyes sparked with a sharp light, "The moment he shows his face, how could I possibly let him go?"

This time, she had to teach him a lesson! Let that bastard know why the flower is so red!

Feng Jiao: "..."

Has she forgotten that if she confronts the chief of the web, there’s no way Xiang Ling’an would remain in the dark about it?

Forget it.

Watching Shen Yanhe’s eager, warlike demeanor, Feng Jiao sighed internally.

As long as she is happy, it’s not necessary to care about her life or death.

Just as Shen Yanhe was about to put on her eye mask and catch up on some well-needed sleep, an astonished voice suddenly came through, "Miss Shen? What a coincidence, I didn’t expect to bump into you here."

Shen Yanhe paused, lifted her head, and saw Lin Yinyin, pulling her suitcase and walking down the aisle.

Lin Yinyin stopped beside Shen Yanhe, her face wearing a smile, looking down at her condescendingly, "Miss Shen is also going to Jing city to attend the medical conference?"

Lin Yinyin was also setting off for Jing city today to attend the medical conference.

Because she found out from Li Kuo that Dr. YM’s first stop would be at the Jing city medical conference, she got an invitation through his connections.

However, bumping into Shen Yanhe on the plane, and recalling her medical abilities, Lin Yinyin asked tentatively.

Shen Yanhe responded indifferently with a hum, toying with her eye mask in hand, "Is there something else?"

Lin Yinyin raised her eyebrows in surprise, not expecting Shen Yanhe to be attending the medical conference too.

Immediately, a look of contempt flashed through her eyes.

The invitees of the Jing city medical conference were all well-known and prestigious medical experts from Daxia. With Shen Yanhe being a mediocre doctor from the countryside, she probably couldn’t even get into the center of the conference venue.

Lin Yinyin’s smile remained the same, offering kindly, "The medical conference in Jing city is quite prestigious, Miss Shen. Do you have an invitation? Without it, you can’t enter the central venue and would only be able to stay outside."

"However, if Miss Shen needs it, I could bring you in, considering Mr. Fu’s regard."

Feng Jiao’s eyebrows lifted slightly as she glanced at Lin Yinyin.

Oh, ho.

Another woman interested in Yanyan’s husband.

Shen Yanhe’s expression remained unchanged, one hand propping up her chin, she drawled lazily, "No need, thank you for your kindness, Miss Lin."

She yawned, her voice tinged with a hint of listlessness, "Is there anything else? If not, I’m going to rest. The plane is about to take off too, so please return to your seat, Miss Lin."

This nonchalant demeanor greatly displeased Lin Yinyin.

A shadow crossed her eyes, she nodded slightly towards Shen Yanhe, with her smile fading a bit, "Alright, if you need help later, you can call on me."

Lin Yinyin walked a few steps back and found her seat to sit down in.

After she sat down and looked up again, Shen Yanhe had already put on her eye mask and was resting.

Lin Yinyin’s gaze turned cold, she took out her phone and sent a message to Li Kuo with her estimated time of arrival, then turned off her phone.

It’s good for Shen Yanhe to attend the medical conference.

When that time comes, it would be perfect for Shen Yanhe to clearly see the gap between them!

-

Jing city.

This time, the medical conference was held at Jing city Central Hospital.

Many medical professors and doctors from other hospitals, upon learning that Dr. YM would be attending, rushed to Jing city. The organizers paid significant attention to this conference as well.

As soon as they received news of Dr. YM’s plane landing, the organizers immediately dispatched people to the airport to pick him up.

Li Kuo had just inquired about the landing time of Dr. YM’s plane when he received the WeChat message from Lin Yinyin.

He was initially surprised to see the identical times and quickly sent her a message.

[Yinyin, you and Dr. YM have the same flight landing time, it’s highly likely you were on the same plane as the doctor.]

Unfortunately, Lin Yinyin had already turned off her phone and didn’t hear the voice message Li Kuo sent her.