A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 276: Pass it on, Shen Yanhe is keeping a mistress outside

Chapter 276: Chapter 276: Pass it on, Shen Yanhe is keeping a mistress outside

When they left the hospital, Shen Yanhe had called Feng Jiao as well.

The three of them found a relatively clean restaurant to grill skewers and chatted about their recent lives while eating.

Lin Yinyin hadn’t expected to encounter Shen Yanhe here.

The doctor was with her as well.

Hiding in the crowd, Lin Yinyin sneakily took out her phone and snapped a photo of Xie Muchuan and Shen Yanhe, deliberately avoiding Feng Jiao, who was sitting next to Shen Yanhe.

After taking the photo, Lin Yinyin, carrying the clothes she had specifically purchased, turned around and left.

Elsewhere, inside a high-end restaurant.

Fu Yanhe casually glanced at his phone, and the tall, handsome man opposite him, with a scar on his brow, asked in a deep voice, "Why has Director Fu been staring at his phone?"

"Oh," Fu Yanhe slightly lifted his eyes to glance at the man, his voice calm, "I’m afraid of missing a message from my wife."

Lu Yubai’s mouth twitched slightly: "..."

Was he boasting about receiving messages from his wife or showing off their loving relationship?

"Director Fu and Lady Fu have a good relationship." Lu Yubai said calmly and steadily, "Given time, I will definitely bring my wife to visit Lady Fu."

Fu Yanhe hummed indifferently and glanced at the time again. It was nearly eight o’clock. It was time to go back.

He stood up. "Let’s call it a day. I’ve got the bill for this one, see you next time."

Lu Yubai nodded and stood up to see Fu Yanhe off.

On the way back to the hotel, Fu Yanhe packed some food from the restaurant that Shen Yanhe liked.

But when he reached the hotel, the lights in both rooms were still off; Shen Yanhe hadn’t returned yet.

Fu Yanhe’s eyelashes slightly drooped as he stood quietly in the empty room for a long time before taking out his phone, ready to call Shen Yanhe.

Before he could dial the number, the door was knocked on.

Fu Yanhe hesitated slightly and turned to open the door. "Forgot my room card..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when he stopped and looked at the person at the door with a slightly cold gaze: "What is it?"

At the door, Lin Yinyin was wearing a red silk camisole nightgown, clinging to her exquisite body and perfectly accentuating her curves. Her originally straight hair was now styled into big waves that loosely hung down, with a playful strand falling across her chest. From the top down, one could glimpse her subtle cleavage.

Lin Yinyin spoke to Fu Yanhe with a face full of apology, "Director Fu, I came to apologize. I indeed misspoke earlier, making you and Miss Shen unhappy."

She deliberately bowed to Fu Yanhe, intentionally revealing her fair chest, "I’m sorry, truly sorry, please forgive the Lin family this time."

Lin Yinyin secretly felt triumphant.

She had deliberately chosen a time when Shen Yanhe was not around to come here.

Wearing such enticing clothes, she didn’t believe Fu Yanhe could resist.

Fu Yanhe saw right through Lin Yinyin’s intentions at a glance. His expression remained calm, his eyes impenetrable, and his gaze did not even fall on her as he coldly said, "I understand."

Having said that, he was about to close the door.

Unexpecting Fu Yanhe to be unmoved, Lin Yinyin hesitated for a moment, her heart becoming somewhat frantic as she stepped forward to grab his shirt sleeve. "Wait a minute! I have something else to tell you!"

Fu Yanhe stopped in his tracks, his gaze lightly falling on Lin Yinyin’s hand clutching the hem of his clothes. His tone was calm but carried an ominous edge, "Let go."

The deep and magnetic voice was so pleasing that it sent a tingling sensation through half of Lin Yinyin’s body. Reluctantly letting go of his clothes, she looked up at Fu Yanhe and said, "Miss Shen hasn’t come back yet, right? I know where she is."

Lin Yinyin took out her phone, pulled up a photo she had taken, and handed it to Fu Yanhe, "Today when I went out for lunch, I accidentally took a photo of Miss Shen and Dr. Xie eating together on the street. They seemed very intimate."

Fu Yanhe glanced down and nonchalantly scanned the photo on her phone.

In the photo, Shen Yanhe and Xie Muchuan were sitting across from each other. Whatever Xie Muchuan had said made her laugh, and she looked very happy.

His gaze paused for a few seconds on Shen Yanhe’s smiling face, then he noticed the hand resting on her shoulder.

If one weren’t paying close attention, that hand was easy to overlook.

Seeing Fu Yanhe silent, Lin Yinyin thought he was angry after seeing the photo and a slight sense of schadenfreude rose within her. Pretending to remember something, she said, "Ah, right, this Dr. Xie, I’ve met him before."

"When Miss Shen arrived at Jingcheng Airport, it was he who picked her up. He took great care of Miss Shen, even placing her suitcase separately in the car. This morning, I saw him enter Miss Shen’s room. I don’t know what they talked about, but they stayed there for several hours before they left together."

As she spoke, Lin Yinyin hurriedly added, "Director Fu, please don’t misunderstand, I don’t mean anything by saying this. I just feel... Miss Shen doesn’t seem to have a sense of boundaries in her friendships."

Lin Yinyin deliberately moved a bit closer to Fu Yanhe, almost pressing against him, her voice coquettishly complaining, "If it were me, I would definitely keep a distance from men."

Fu Yanhe looked at her coldly as she pressed against him, stepping back a few steps, his voice indifferent, "My wife and Miss Shen are not the same kind of person."

"At least, my wife wouldn’t intentionally wear so little to appear in front of a married man, nor would she become a mistress."

Lin Yinyin’s body stiffened instantaneously, her face flushed, feeling somewhat defiant.

Her, a mistress?

Was there something wrong with her pursuing her own love?

Lin Yinyin bit her luscious lips, just about to speak, when she heard Fu Yanhe’s cold, emotionless voice, "Wu Fang, throw her out."

Wu Fang: "Yes."

Wu Fang, with an expressionless face, stepped forward, grabbed Lin Yinyin, and dragged her away.

Lin Yinyin struggled frantically, "Wait, Director Fu..."

Fu Yanhe closed the door expressionlessly.

Wu Fang firmly restrained her hands and dragged her directly out of the lobby.

As Lin Yinyin was thrown out, she lost her balance in her high heels, and her body fell directly to the ground. Her skirt was lifted, exposing the provocative underwear she had deliberately worn.

Her wrists and knees were also scraped by the rough floor.

Just then, the elevator doors opened and out walked Shen Yanhe and Feng Jiao, their bodies redolent with the smell of barbecue, Shen Yanhe holding a skewer.

Seeing Lin Yinyin sprawled on the ground in disarray, Shen Yanhe raised an eyebrow and remarked, "Wow, I didn’t expect Miss Lin to be so open in private."

Caught in such an embarrassing situation by Shen Yanhe, Lin Yinyin felt extremely awkward. She quickly pulled down her skirt and stood up, glaring at her fiercely before sneering coldly, "I can’t compare to Miss Shen, who has people at home but keeps a lover on the side."

Shen Yanhe: "?"

She, keeping a lover?