A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 286: Couple’s Quarrel; Shen Yanhe: You’re Not Worth Me Dirtying My Hands

Chapter 286: Chapter 286: Couple’s Quarrel; Shen Yanhe: You’re Not Worth Me Dirtying My Hands

Shen Yanhe reacted only after she saw the words "orange cat", realizing that she had called Xiang Ling’an for help before she went to rescue the professor.

She raised a hand to her forehead.

She really was so infuriated by Fu Yanhe that she forgot to notify the orange cat.

She glanced at Fu Yanhe, who was driving, didn’t answer the call, and switched to WeChat to send a message to the orange cat.

[YM]: Withdraw.

[Orange Cat]: ...I’m already nearby.

[YM]: The net is out, withdraw first, I’ll find time to see you guys later.

As Shen Yanhe was typing, she belatedly realized that Fu Yanhe still didn’t know that she was the Lucky Cat of 094.

Shen Yanhe felt inexplicably guilty.

But this guilt lasted only a moment, and she soon felt justified again.

What was wrong with her having an alter-ego? Didn’t Fu Yanhe have many alter-egos as well?

They were now even.

After sending the message, Xie Muchuan’s call immediately came in: "Dr. YM, the professor and doctor have been taken to the hospital. Where are you now? Are you injured?"

His voice made Fu Yanhe, who was driving, turn his head to look at Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe glared at him fiercely, silently signaling: What are you looking at! Turn back and drive your car!

Fu Yanhe’s eyes held a hint of helplessness, yet there was a subtle smile in his deep, ink-like pupils.

With that look, she appeared even more like an on-edge cat.

"I’m in the car," Shen Yanhe cleared her throat and spoke, "I’m not injured, tell Dean Ge to rest easy."

Xie Muchuan let out a sigh of relief: "That’s good."

"The police have already gone after the kidnappers, and I estimate that they will be captured soon."

Shen Yanhe’s hand holding the phone tightened slightly, her gaze deep; she hummed a low response, then continued to talk to Xie Muchuan before hanging up the call.

"Going to the conference?" Fu Yanhe stopped at a green light, slightly turned to look at Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe crossed her arms and hummed her agreement unwillingly.

To avoid panic, the news of the professor’s disappearance was kept confidential, and the medical conference was still going on as normal.

As Dr. YM, she naturally had to go to the conference.

Fu Yanhe turned the car toward the medical conference venue.

Half an hour later.

The car stopped at the entrance of the venue.

Without a word of greeting, Shen Yanhe opened the car door, got out, and walked toward the venue without looking back.

She had only taken a few steps when she heard footsteps following her.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, she turned around and glared at him fiercely, asking pointedly, "Why are you following me?"

Fu Yanhe, striding leisurely with his long legs, replied in a relaxed tone, "I’m afraid you’re too angry and might run off."

Shen Yanhe laughed out of irritation, "If you keep following me, I really will run off."

Fu Yanhe stopped in his tracks: "..."

Shen Yanhe rolled her eyes at him irritably and turned, huffing into the venue.

Fu Yanhe stood still, watching her leave, then raised a hand to rub his slightly aching brow.

Not even allowed to follow, it seemed that she was indeed very upset.

He had to think of a way to appease her quickly.

After thinking for a few seconds, Fu Yanhe took out his phone and called Wu Fang: "Please bring Miss Feng to the Net headquarters, I need to talk to her about something."

Shen Yanhe huffed and puffed a few steps before turning her head, only to see a deserted scene behind her—Fu Yanhe really did listen to her and didn’t follow. Yet inexplicably, the anger in her heart blazed even stronger.

To think that he actually didn’t follow when she told him not to.

Since when had he ever been so obedient?

Shen Yanhe’s teeth clenched with a creaking sound, Jerk! Monster!

Don’t expect her to forgive him!

"Shen Yanhe! It was you, wasn’t it!"

Just then, a shrill voice rang out. Shen Yanhe turned her head and saw Lin Yinyin, wearing a mask and sunglasses, striding towards her furiously.

As soon as she arrived in front of Shen Yanhe, Lin Yinyin took off her sunglasses and mask, revealing a face bruised purple and blue, swollen like a pig’s head. Her swollen eyelids glared at Shen Yanhe with intense hatred as she screeched, "Was it you who had someone beat me up? Shen Yanhe, how could you be so malicious?"

After having a conflict with Shen Yanhe last night, Lin Yinyin had stormed back to her room.

But before she could enter, someone had thrown a trash bag over her head from behind and beat her down on the ground, causing her pain all night long without sleep.

After much pondering, she concluded that the only person who would have done this to her was Shen Yanhe, who had had a dispute with her.

So, as soon as she saw Shen Yanhe, she couldn’t help but go up to her and confront her.

Shen Yanhe looked at the Lin Yinyin in front of her, who was a sorry sight, and remained silent.

Hiss.

Feng Jiao, that girl, really hit hard.

Turned into a pig’s head.

She crossed her arms, her face expressionless as she stared at the furious Lin Yinyin before her: "Do you have proof?"

"Do we still need evidence?" Lin Yinyin glared at Shen Yanhe with venomous eyes, as if ready to leap forward and bite a chunk out of her: "The only person who has had a dispute with me is you! Who else could it be but you?"

"Miss Lin, words should be backed with evidence. Without evidence, I could sue you for defamation," Shen Yanhe said with a cool demeanor and a mocking tone: "Moreover, I was with my husband in our room all last night."

"Who knows what Miss Lin did after going back to her room?"

Lin Yinyin shook with anger at her words, and the pain on her face fueled her rage even more until, at last, all semblance of reason disappeared. She couldn’t help but raise her hand to slap Shen Yanhe’s face, shouting, "Bitch!"

Shen Yanhe also had been holding back a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent, and instantly grabbed Lin Yinyin’s incoming hand, slapping her cheeks twice with the back of her hand.

Lin Yinyin’s already bruised face turned even redder and swollen, now marked with two fresh palm prints and pain so intense, tears streamed down her face.

She cried out in pain and lifted her other free hand to hit Shen Yanhe, screaming, "Shen Yanhe, you whore! I’ll kill you!"

Shen Yanhe’s eyes were cold as she dodged the hand and slapped Lin Yinyin twice more.

The blows left Lin Yinyin’s head buzzing, her ears ringing.

"Look carefully, Miss Lin, this is me hitting you," Shen Yanhe said forcefully, gripping Lin Yinyin’s chin, her eyes narrowing with a chill in her gaze: "If it really had been me who struck you earlier, you wouldn’t be able to get up now."

"But you, you’re not worth dirtying my hands."

After saying that, Shen Yanhe let go, wiping her hands disdainfully on her white coat without a second glance at Lin Yinyin, and walked away.

Lin Yinyin staggered to sit on the ground, her heart boiling with hate, and she couldn’t help screaming.

"What’s wrong with you?" At that moment, a gentle female voice came.

Subsequently, Lin Yinyin, lying on the ground, was helped up by a pair of warm hands.

The newcomer was a girl with a baby face wearing a white dress, looking very fragile. And accompanying the girl was Fan Yajing, who had met Shen Yanhe once before.

Fan Yajing frowned and said, "Lu Wan, don’t meddle in other people’s business."

Lu Wan’s brows were tightly locked, looking at Lin Yinyin with concern: "But she seems to be in a lot of pain."

She approached and reached out to help Lin Yinyin get up: "Are you alright?"

Lin Yinyin initially wanted to push her hand away, but upon hearing Fan Yajing’s voice, her eyes flickered as she looked at Lu Wan.

A Lu surname?

Could she be a young miss from the Lu Family?

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