A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 270 Her Background is Me

Chapter 270: Chapter 270 Her Background is Me

Lin Yinyin’s chest felt like a balloon pumped full of air, brimming with rage. Her eyes red with fury, she glared viciously at Shen Yanhe. All the grievances she had suffered today exploded at this moment.

Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched into tight fists, her sharp fingernails digging into her palms, the pain pulling at her sanity.

No matter how much she hated her, she couldn’t raise her hand against Shen Yanhe.

Otherwise, it would give people something to talk about.

Lin Yinyin felt as if she was about to grind her good teeth to dust, glaring ferociously at Shen Yanhe, "Shen Yanhe, don’t get too cocky."

"Here in Daxia, you’re nothing more than a country bumpkin, a little village doctor with a bit of beauty. Compared to my Lin Family, you’re the dirt beneath our feet!"

Before Lin Yinyin could continue, a deep and clear voice came over leisurely, "Is that so?"

"Then, how do I compare to the Lin Family?"

In the corridor, Lin Yinyin and Shen Yanhe unconsciously turned towards the direction of the voice.

From a room not far away, whose door had opened without notice, stood a tall and slender man, handsome and refined.

The man was slowly walking in their direction, unhurried in his step, his remarkable features holding a touch of indifference. He radiated an air of casual elegance yet, in that moment, he imposed a suffocating pressure.

Lin Yinyin’s body stiffened, her back drenched with cold sweat in an instant.

Fu Yanhe stepped within a few paces of her and reached out to grip Shen Yanhe’s delicate wrist, pulling her to his side before he calmly looked up at Lin Yinyin, "The Lin Family, can they compare to me?"

Shen Yanhe blinked, looking up at the tall man before her, feeling a surge of indescribable emotion.

It was like when she was bullied as a child, and a parent came out to stand up for her, that strange, comforting sensation.

Lin Yinyin forcefully suppressed the panic inside her and stared straight at Fu Yanhe. Raising her hand elegantly to smooth her hair by her ear, she revealed a gentle and sweet smile, "Director Fu must be joking. How could the Lin Family compare with you?"

One was an internationally renowned company worth hundreds of billions.

The other, a minor noble family in Haicheng. How could they even compare?

There was no value in comparing at all.

Lin Yinyin watched Shen Yanhe, whom he had placed behind himself, with veiled jealousy and said with a smile, "I was merely joking with Miss Shen."

"Is that so?" Fu Yanhe said indifferently, the large hand holding Shen Yanhe’s wrist gently caressing her wrist. He cast his gaze downward, not even giving Lin Yinyin a direct look, and said, "Miss Lin, remember to think before you speak next time."

Lin Yinyin hesitated for a moment, "What do you mean?"

Fu Yanhe turned his head to glance at the person standing by his side, a trace of warmth in his gaze, his voice calm, "What I mean is, the background of my wife, is me."

"When you say that, I’m not very pleased."

"When I’m displeased, someone ought to pay a price to make my wife and me happy."

Lin Yinyin’s face instantly paled, her forehead breaking into a fine, dense sweat, her heart inexplicably panicking. She opened her mouth to speak.

But then Fu Yanhe spoke again in a mild voice, "Wu Fang."

Standing in the corner, Wu Fang silently walked up to Lin Yinyin, his face devoid of expression, "Miss Lin, please leave. We need to rest."

Lin Yinyin was reluctant, but she didn’t dare to anger Fu Yanhe and could only muster a difficult smile, "Then I shall go back to rest. Mr. Fu, see you tomorrow."

As her voice fell, Lin Yinyin turned to leave with outward grace, yet her retreating figure betrayed a hint of awkwardness.

Wu Fang glanced at Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe, silently pressed the elevator button to go down, firmly refusing to be the third wheel.

After all, that floor had been booked by Fu Yanhe for the evening, ensuring no one would come to disturb them.

Only Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe were left in the hallway.

Shen Yanhe stared at him without blinking.

Even though she had been apart from him for less than a day, it felt like a long time since she had seen him, and no amount of looking seemed to be enough.

Fu Yanhe lowered his gaze to meet hers, the depths of his eyes dark and turbulent, his throat subtly rolling.

The two gazed at each other in silence, no one speaking first, as a faint air of ambiguity filled the hallway.

Fu Yanhe bent slightly, his strong arms wrapping around Shen Yanhe’s waist, lifting her in one smooth motion, and strode back to the room with her.

Once in the room, Fu Yanhe kicked the door shut, turned to pin Shen Yanhe against it, and bent his head to kiss her.

The room’s overhead light was off; the only source of light was the warm, yellow glow seeping in through the window.

Fu Yanhe’s tall figure was hidden in the darkness, outlined by the warm light from the window, his frame much larger than the woman in his arms—reminiscent of "Beauty and the Beast" from fairy tales, his strong arms encircling his partner, holding her tightly and kissing her intensely.

He kissed her inch by inch, meticulously cherishing the woman he held in his control, his half-closed eyes growing darker.

Shen Yanhe nearly suffocated under his overwhelming kisses.

Unable to resist, she put her hands against his chest, the smooth contours of his muscles under his clothes keeping her hands lingering for a few seconds before she exerted some force to push him away a bit, panting, "Enough, isn’t it? Don’t go too far. Kiss me anymore, and I’ll suffocate."

Fu Yanhe rested his forehead against hers, eyes lowered to her moist lips, and, unable to resist, bent down for another kiss before speaking in a husky voice, "Yanyan, where did you go today? Why didn’t you reply to my messages?"

"I had some private matters to deal with," Shen Yanhe dodged a little to the side, pursed her slightly numb lips, glanced at him briefly, and then asked, "Why are you here? When did you arrive? Have you finished dealing with the company’s affairs?"

"I arrived two hours ago," Fu Yanhe’s warm breath brushed lightly across her cheek: "I knocked on your room door, but no one was inside."

Shen Yanhe, already sensitive, involuntarily shrank back from the warm breath on her cheek, wanting to escape his grip, only to be restrained by his fervently warm hand.

Fu Yanhe’s burning gaze fixed on her, his voice low and raspy, tone gentle, "Where did you go?"

"I feel a bit itchy," Shen Yanhe murmured, her ears turning slightly red, "I didn’t know you were coming. Are you here in Jing City for business?"

Fu Yanhe nodded slightly: "Yes, I have a collaboration with the Lu Family here."

The collaboration was secondary; he primarily came to catch Dr. YM for Yanyan.

Shen Yanhe’s brows twitched slightly.

The Lu Family again?

Fu Yanhe lowered his gaze to her, the hand at her waist tightening even more: "Did Yanyan finish dealing with her private matter?"

Fu Yanhe grasped Shen Yanhe’s slender waist and lifted her, causing her to instinctively wrap her legs around his strong waist, and she looked up at him.

He looked down at Shen Yanhe, his voice magnetic and husky: "Now that your private matter is settled, shouldn’t we, perhaps, settle a score?"

Shen Yanhe: "?"

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