A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 284: Husband and Wife Don’t Recognize Each Other

Chapter 284: Chapter 284: Husband and Wife Don’t Recognize Each Other

Shen Zhong’s eyes were fixed on her, but his steps slowly moved back to the side of the blond man who had already fainted on the ground, single-handedly lifting him off the ground to carry on his shoulder, swiftly retreating towards the main gate.

Footsteps echoed from the roof of the steel factory.

Shen Yanhe’s hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist as she muttered in a muffled voice, "Jiaojiao, no need to chase."

Feng Jiao, who had somehow reached the rooftop, poked her head out from a hole in the roof and asked with slight surprise, "No need to chase? Why?"

Shen Yanhe pressed her lips together and shook her head, "It’s nothing."

Her eyes slightly narrowed, her slender fingers pinched the bottom of her mask, adjusting it properly, a trace of deep thought flashing through her eyes.

Shen Zhong had clearly recognized her, yet he still pretended not to know her.

Why?

Where had he gone during these years of disappearance? Why hadn’t he contacted them?

Why... was he with someone from the immortal organization?

Many questions reverberated continuously in Shen Yanhe’s mind; she closed her eyes briefly, pushing them aside for the moment, and went forward to untie the hemp ropes binding the professors and doctors.

Just as she had untied the rope on the first professor, Feng Jiao suddenly said from the rooftop, "Yanyan, someone’s coming."

Shen Yanhe’s hands untying the rope paused slightly, her gaze narrowed as she squatted on the ground and continued to untie the ropes on the rest.

At that moment, several fully armed people entered through the main gate of the steel factory.

They were dressed in black combat suits, wearing black combat masks, with bulging waists.

Shen Yanhe stood up with the rope in her hand and slightly tilted her head, spotting the grotesque figures she had conflicts with in previous years instantly.

The leader was a man in a black combat outfit, tall and straight, wearing a distinctive King Yan mask on his face.

When he looked up at her, there was a slight scrutiny in his eyes.

"Chief, it seems we are too late," Wu Fang followed behind him, frowning as he looked at the several large men lying dead on the ground, "These men seem to be all dead."

Wu Fang’s voice too had been altered by a Voice Changer, sounding mechanical and hoarse.

Fu Yanhe gave a faint hum, his gaze not shifting from Shen Yanhe as he spoke from a position five meters away from her, "Dr. YM?"

The man’s voice was cold, slightly mechanical, altered specifically.

Hearing him ask this, Shen Yanhe remembered that this grotesque figure seemingly did not know that the chief officer Lucky Cat of Project 094 was actually Dr. YM.

Shen Yanhe’s eyebrows twitched, she hummed lightly in response.

Fu Yanhe remained silent, intently observing the "man" in a white lab coat wearing a strange white mask, contemplating how to persuade her to come with him, to give Yanyan a surprise.

After all.

Fu Yanhe’s gaze swept unnoticeably over the bodies lying around, realizing that Dr. YM, capable of dealing with so many robust men at once, was not as harmless as she appeared.

"You have something for me?" Shen Yanhe asked, twirling the rope in her hand, her voice indifferent.

The people from the Net showing up here surely wasn’t to rescue these professors and doctors.

Most likely, they were here for her.

"Indeed, there’s a matter," Fu Yanhe said flatly, "One billion, to hire you as my wife’s personal physician."

Shen Yanhe stretched out her hand to scratch her ear, her face full of surprise as she looked him up and down, unable to help but say, "You grotesque thing, actually managed to find a woman blind enough to fancy you?"

"What kind of way is that to talk? Calling who ugly and who blind?" Wu Fang frowned deeply, very displeased, "Our lady has excellent eyesight."

"Besides, I think the ugly one is you, hiding behind a mask and a Voice Changer, afraid to show your true face, clearly too hideous to be seen."

Fu Yanhe kicked Wu Fang with a lifted foot, "Shut up."

Shen Yanhe sneered, tossing the rope on the ground, flexing her wrists, "If you want to hire me as your wife’s personal physician, you’ll have to let me beat you up first."

Saying so, she leaned forward towards Fu Yanhe, raising her leg to kick straight at his lower region.

This bastard had stolen her assignments and her medicinal materials more than once before.

Today, she definitely had to teach him a lesson!

Fu Yanhe frowned, lifting his hand to block.

Fists and feet struck together, emitting a muffled groan.

The two began fighting without a second word.

Wu Fang quickly retreated with his subordinates to avoid being affected.

Watching the two rapidly exchanging blows, Wu Fang had a look of astonishment on his face, "Wasn’t it said that Dr. YM was utterly weak? His skills are now on par with the chief’s."

Who exactly spread the rumors that Dr. YM had no martial prowess?

In just these short two minutes, the two had exchanged dozens of blows.

Shen Yanhe took a palm with his shoulder and stepped back, sneering coldly, "It seems the chief of the Net’s skills have not regressed over these two disappeared years. Not bad, not bad."

"You’re not bad either," Fu Yanhe said indifferently, throwing another punch and entangling with Shen Yanhe again.

At that moment.

Hiding on the rooftop, Feng Jiao cradled her small pistol, watching the two below fight indecisively, murmuring, "It’s over, it’s over. Yanyan just fought with someone from the Immortal organization, and now he’s clashing with the chief of the Net. He won’t come out ahead."

She had just observed the chief of the Net’s skillful, fierce, and ruthless moves, his strength comparable to Xiang Ling’an.

If it was Shen Yanhe in his prime, he might have gained some advantage.

But now...

Feng Jiao’s face held a hint of hesitation.

Should she...

Disregard martial ethics and launch a sneak attack?

Just then, Wu Fang inside the factory sharply sensed the danger. He turned his head and drew the gun at his waist, aiming up at the rooftop, "Who’s there?"

Upon looking, he locked eyes with Feng Jiao peering through the hole.

Wu Fang, astonished, exclaimed, "Miss Feng? What are you doing on the rooftop?"

And the lady?

Feng Jiao: "?"

She slowly frowned, "Who are you?"

The people from the Net actually called her, Miss Feng?

How could they know her real name?

Meanwhile, the battle between Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe had intensified.

The more Shen Yanhe fought, the angrier she became. With a flick of her hand, she aimed a Golden Needle at Fu Yanhe’s vital points, her movements harsh and merciless.

Fu Yanhe raised his hand and forcefully gripped her wrist, restraining her motion, and looked at her calmly, "Don’t go too far."

Shen Yanhe snorted coldly and pulled her hand free with force.

Fu Yanhe stepped back, "The fight is over. Dr. YM, can you agree to my terms now?"

"If you think the monthly salary is low, I can raise it by another two billion."

Shen Yanhe coldly laughed, "I won’t agree to your terms."

Fu Yanhe gazed at her with deep, seemingly regretful eyes, "Then I’m sorry."

With that, Fu Yanhe’s speed suddenly increased, striking fiercely at Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe reacted very quickly, stepping back and ducking to avoid his attack.

She supported herself with one hand on the ground and flipped backwards to distance herself from Fu Yanhe, furiously throwing the Golden Needle at him, "You lack martial ethics! To think you would launch a sneak attack!"

Fu Yanhe’s expression remained unchanged as he swiftly dodged to the side, avoiding her Golden Needle before attacking again.

Shen Yanhe dodged and countered again.

But at that moment, the string tying the mask was hooked by Fu Yanhe’s fingers.

With a strong pull, the string suddenly loosened, and the mask fell off.

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