A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 28 My Elder Brother Can Vouch for Me

Chapter 28: Chapter 28 My Elder Brother Can Vouch for Me

Fortunately, today wasn’t a total loss.

Qi Fang took a deep drag of his cigarette, his countenance grim as he stared at the hospital in front of him.

If the young master found out that, despite his involvement, S had slipped away again without yielding a single new piece of information, he might as well be sent to F country to join Yi Fang in mining.

"Let’s go, back to base." Qi Fang extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and tossed it into a trash can, then turned and led his subordinates to the car to leave.

He had to return and ask the young master for additional manpower to investigate suspicious individuals at Haicheng First People’s Hospital.

-

The medicinal herbs required to treat Fu Yanhe were quite rare. To gather all the ingredients needed for a prescription, Shen Yanhe had her driver visit three or four shops before they could barely complete the list of medicines.

She also had him pick up a foot-soaking prescription necessary for treating his leg, and only then did she return to the Fu Family Manor with the driver, carrying bags both large and small.

At that moment, in the Fu Family Manor.

The study was decorated in shades of black, white, and grey; the floor was laid with grey-black wooden planks. A luxurious crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, and against the wall stood three bookcases made of sandalwood, stuffed with books in various languages.

Behind the spacious desk sat a man in a wheelchair.

The man was dressed in a crisply tailored black suit, the white shirt underneath slightly open at the collar revealing delicate collarbones and pale skin. His distinctively veined hands rested on the desk, the pallid and slender fingertips rhythmically tapping on the surface.

"Tap—tap—tap—"

The atmosphere in the study grew increasingly tense and heavy with each tap of his fingertips, suffocating.

Suddenly, the man’s tapping ceased, and he slowly raised his head, revealing a face marred by burns and knife scars, as if a plane had exploded across it. The foreboding in his eyes was intense as he looked at Fu Yu, who stood nervously at the desk.

"You say, last night inside the Fu Family Manor, someone put a sack over your head and beat you?"

"Fu Yu," Fu Yanhe’s pale lips twitched slightly, and he breathed a laugh, "Are you joking with me?"

"Big brother! It’s true! I’m not joking!" Fu Yu grew desperate, quickly stepping forward to show the sack she had been clutching to Fu Yanhe.

"Look, this is the sack someone put over me last night! It was taken right from the storage room on the floor where you live!"

She had gone straight to the manor’s surveillance room upon waking up that morning to find yesterday night’s footage, determined to expose who had hit her.

To her dismay, the surveillance during the time she was attacked had malfunctioned! The real culprit was not captured on tape!

After thinking it over, Fu Yu reviewed everyone in the manor and deemed Shen Yanhe the most suspicious!

Moreover, she had ridiculed Shen Yanhe when they first met!

She must have been harboring a grudge and deliberately picked the time when the surveillance was down to attack her!

While Fu Yu was fuming and plotting her revenge on Shen Yanhe, she was coincidentally caught by Fu Yanhe and brought to the study.

Even in front of Fu Yanhe, Fu Yu still believed that it was Shen Yanhe who had acted against her, "Big brother, it must have been Sister-in-law who hit me!"

Fu Yu was immensely aggrieved. She relayed her well-reasoned suspicions to Fu Yanhe, then tearfully sobbed with red eyes, insidiously implying Shen Yanhe’s malevolence, "Big brother, why does Sister-in-law hold such a grudge?"

"I only joked with her, yet she sacks and beats me. What if she does the same to you, to Mom, to Grandma in the future?"

"Big brother, with Sister-in-law’s temperament, she’ll bring disaster upon you sooner or later! Better to divorce her and marry Xia..."

"Shut up." Fu Yanhe’s face darkened with a foreboding gloom as he looked coldly and dangerously at Fu Yu, who had promptly closed her mouth in fright, warning, "Don’t mention that woman’s name in front of me."

The imminent danger sent a shiver down Fu Yu’s spine, causing her face to blanch as she hastily nodded, "I—I understand."

Just then, Wu Fang knocked on the door of the study, partially opening the tightly shut door and peering in with a strained expression, "Young Master, the Young Mistress has returned."

"Tell her to come to the study." Fu Yanhe’s eyes briefly flashed with light, and his gaze fell lightly on Fu Yu as his slender fingertips tapped gently on the desk, "You claim it was your sister-in-law who put the sack over you, yet you have no evidence."

"Just as she has returned, let’s have a face-to-face talk. Fu Yu, if it wasn’t your sister-in-law, you owe her an apology,"

Fu Yu had been afraid of Fu Yanhe, but hearing him defend Shen Yanhe made her anger rise, and she said stiffly, "Apologize then, I’ll apologize!"

Anyway, the only person in the manor she had a conflict with was Shen Yanhe; the person who hit her must be her!

It had to be her!

-

As soon as Shen Yanhe entered the manor, before she could even return to her room to change, Wu Fang had led her to the study.

The moment she stepped into the study, Shen Yanhe’s mind raced.

Why would Fu Yanhe summon her to such a private place as the study? Could it be that he had found out she had used his name to intimidate the Shen mother and daughter? Was he seeking revenge? Or had he discovered she slipped away from the hospital?

Or...

Had he found out about her boxing in the ring?

All the doubts dissipated when she saw Fu Yu standing in the study, looking at her with a dark, angry expression.

Oh.

Shen Yanhe’s gaze drifted carelessly downward.

She had forgotten about putting Fu Yu in a sack the previous night.

When she looked up again, Shen Yanhe’s pale, delicate face showed a touch of frail and timid fear as she called out to Fu Yu, "Little Aunt."

Then she quickly walked to Fu Yanhe’s side, her eyes moist with confusion as she looked at him, "Yanhe, did you call me here for something?"

"Stop pretending, Shen Yanhe!" Fu Yu was used to acting weak and pitiful in front of Qi Yunqian, but seeing Shen Yanhe’s frail state irritated her immensely. She raised her voice and shouted.

Immediately, she angrily threw the sack on the ground and pointed at it, "Do you recognize this sack? I was just joking with you before! How dare you sack me and beat me!"

Shen Yanhe seemed to be startled by her sudden loud voice; she shivered and moved closer to Fu Yanhe, her clear cat eyes filled with innocence, "Little Aunt, are you mistaking something? I went to bed early last night."

The man in the wheelchair, Fu Yanhe, raised his eyebrows slightly, casting a meaningful glance at the person beside him, amusement flashing in his dark eyes.

Tsk.

Look at this little wife’s reaction.

This matter of sacking Fu Yu... probably did involve her.

Maybe... she was the one who did it.

After all, he knew that his little wife harbored no small number of secrets.

"I don’t believe it! You’re lying!" Fu Yu absolutely didn’t believe her and snorted coldly, her voice shrill, "I have already asked the servants in the manor, and someone saw you outside at that time of night!"

Fu Yu, thinking back to her miserable state from the previous night, ground her teeth and pointed her manicured sharp fingernail at Shen Yanhe, her words biting with rage, "Shen Yanhe, you must give me an explanation! Otherwise, I’ll have my mother drive you out of the Fu Family!"

Fu Yanhe’s expression darkened, a flicker of displeasure crossing his mind.

Before he could speak, he heard that soft, sweet, slightly sticky voice say, "If you don’t believe it, you can ask your elder brother."

Fu Yanhe looked up, his expression inscrutable as he watched her.

The girl standing beside him, her pale face blushing faintly, pressed her moist and pretty lips together in shy embarrassment, and said softly, "He can vouch for me."