A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 282: Father and Daughter Meet?

Chapter 282: Chapter 282: Father and Daughter Meet?

Fu Yanhe halted in his tracks.

Wu Fang wore a look of surprise, quickly stepping in front of Si Fang to glance at the computer screen.

On the computer was an international hacker forum, where Doctor YM’s whereabouts had always been a matter of keen interest.

Sure enough, Doctor YM’s current location had now appeared.

Wu Fang exclaimed, "The address where Doctor YM is now is the same as the one Qi Fang sent me. Could he also have been abducted?"

"There’s that possibility," said Si Fang. "After all, Doctor YM is famously helpless in combat, it’s plausible he could have been swept up in something inadvertently."

Wu Fang turned to Fu Yanhe, "Lord Fu, what should we do now?"

"Call Qi Fang, and tell her to stop Yanyan." Fu Yanhe’s voice was calm as he turned to leave through the door, "Tell her I will save the professor and the doctor for her, and she shouldn’t worry."

Wu Fang replied, "Yes."

-

At the same time, in the abandoned First Steel Factory of Jing City.

As soon as Shen Yanhe stepped out of the car, she felt numerous gazes converging upon her.

Her expression, hidden beneath a mask, did not change as she casually strolled towards the gate with one hand in her pocket and the other holding a medical kit. Her pace was neither fast nor slow, leisurely as if wandering through her own backyard.

As she stepped through the gate, Shen Yanhe detected an odd floral scent. Without drawing attention, she held her breath and hooked the pill hidden under her tongue, biting down on it.

Then, she stood at the entrance, looking over the empty steel factory, and drawled lazily, "No need to hide anymore, come out."

A few seconds of silence passed before applause sounded.

"Applause!"

"Doctor YM, I have long admired your reputation." A blond man, accompanied by several muscular, tall men, walked out, smiling amiably at Shen Yanhe, "I’ve admired you for a long time, and I’m finally seeing you today."

Shen Yanhe’s eyebrows lifted slightly; her gaze imperceptibly fell on the tattoos on the men’s exposed arms. Upon noticing the line of green ’immortal’ characters, her eyes deepened, "Cut the chatter."

"Where are the professor and doctor you’ve taken? I need to confirm they’re safe."

The blond man beamed and raised his hand, "Doctor, don’t worry. They are fine."

Several people were lowered from the second floor behind the blond man.

Their bodies were bound with hemp rope, swinging in the air, heads drooping, seemingly still unconscious.

Shen Yanhe quickly scanned them. There were no wounds on the bodies bound by the hemp rope, their chests rose and fell normally, and they hadn’t been subjected to beatings or similar abuse; they were merely still unconscious.

The blond man discreetly observed Shen Yanhe and clapped his hands, signaling his subordinates upstairs to lay the professors on the ground, "Rest assured, they’ve just inhaled a bit too much anesthesia; there’s no danger to their lives."

With that, he sighed while looking at Shen Yanhe, his brows knitted as if in great distress, "Doctor YM, please forgive our impertinence. We had no choice but to resort to such measures because there were just too many flies around you, making it too difficult to approach. Please accept our apology."

Shen Yanhe regarded the blond man with a calm gaze, "What do you want from me?"

"Doctor YM, have you heard of the immortal organization?" The blond man, unfazed by Shen Yanhe’s indifference, asked with a smile.

Shen Yanhe’s voice was mechanical and lacked warmth, "I haven’t heard of it."

A shadow passed through the blond man’s eyes, but his smile remained, "That’s a pity. But no matter, it’s fine if you haven’t heard. All you need to know is that immortal is conducting a grand experiment that will benefit all of humanity."

"Our BOSS has heard of your international renown and knows of your significant contributions to the medical field. Therefore, he has specially sent us to invite you to join immortal."

The blond man offered an elegant smile, extending a gentlemanly hand towards Shen Yanhe, "Would you care to join us?"

Shen Yanhe’s indifferent gaze fell on the outstretched hand of the blond man, her tone slow and chilly, "I’m not interested, nor am I willing."

The smile on the blond man’s face gradually faded as he turned to look at the still unconscious professors, his voice carrying a hint of threat, "Then I can’t guarantee that these professors will be able to leave safely."

With a sigh, the blond man looked helplessly at Shen Yanhe, "Dr. YM, I really don’t want to use harsh measures on you, as it would harm the good relationship between us."

The men around started to slowly gather towards Shen Yanhe, forming an encircling stance.

Shen Yanhe looked at the blond man with an indifferent expression and suddenly her eyes curved slightly, "I wonder if you have heard internationally that not only is my medical expertise outstanding, but my Poison Technique is also not to be underestimated."

"Having stood face to face with me for so long, haven’t you noticed anything wrong with your body?"

The blond man raised an eyebrow, smiling, "Of course I have heard, and that’s why before finding you, the BOSS specifically had us bring Dr. P along, who had specially developed an antidote to the poison you are skilled with."

Otherwise, how dare they stay in the same space with Dr. YM.

Besides, from the moment Shen Yanhe walked in, they were watching her closely; she had no opportunity to poison anyone.

Shen Yanhe smiled ambiguously, "Is that so?"

The blond man’s brow furrowed slightly, a bad premonition rising in his heart, and he gestured to his subordinates, "Dr. YM, please forgive us."

Yet, in the next second, things took an unexpected turn.

The men who were originally close to Shen Yanhe suddenly felt weak in the knees and thudded onto the ground, gasping heavily, clutching their own throats as their faces turned ashen.

The blond man also felt a tingling in his limbs, and his breathing gradually became difficult.

He looked at Shen Yanhe in horror, incredulous, "When did you poison us?"

They had been keeping an eye on her the entire time.

And yet, the poison was so potent that even the antidote Dr. P had developed didn’t work.

The blond man’s face turned pale as he shakily took out a vial attempting to open it, only for it to be snatched away by a slender hand.

Desperate, the blond man reached out to snatch it back, "Give it to me!"

Shen Yanhe kicked him in the abdomen.

Her kick was powerful, and the blond man, weakened by the poison, couldn’t resist at all and ended up kneeling and sprawled on the ground, his breathing growing more labored.

"I must say, you Immortals really have some nerve," Shen Yanhe lifted her foot and stepped on the blond man’s face, looking down at him expressionlessly, "to dare lay a hand on my people."

The blond man, feeling the murderous intent emanating from Shen Yanhe, was both frightened and furious.

At this point, he was completely paralyzed and lay immobile on the ground, desperately twisting his stiffening neck and screaming, "David! What the hell are you waiting for? Get moving!"

He had no intention of dying here!

"Coming up!"

The loud and carefree voice of David came through, laced with mockery, "Gold, you’re really useless."

Shen Yanhe’s gaze turned cold, and she abruptly looked toward the direction of the voice.

The steel factory door, which had been unattended at some point, revealed two people: one was a burly man with a buzz cut and a tattoo on his shoulder, while the other was in a white lab coat, his face masked, and his eyes looking indifferently at her.

Seeing the tall, masked man, Shen Yanhe’s pupils shrank, her body quickly becoming rigid.

This person...

Dad?