A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 315 Too Unfair

Chapter 315: Chapter 315 Too Unfair

Lin Hao’s hand holding the cigarette trembled, and the ash fell onto his trousers, scorching him. He quickly got up to brush it off, eyes wide with disbelief, and asked, "FY Group, is it the FY Group that I know of?"

Previously, the incident involving Fu’s Group in Haicheng had made the hot search and caused a huge stir; naturally, Lin Hao had also caught wind of the gossip and was aware of the great reputation of the FY Group.

He had never imagined that one day the FY Group would come to invest in him!

And there was also the Lu’s Group from Jingcheng.

Lin Hao was so dazzled by these two huge windfalls that he tightly grabbed the assistant director’s arm, shaking him vigorously, his voice trembling as he spoke, "You haven’t received a scam call, have you?"

How did his little variety show garner the attention of those corporate titans?

The assistant director, whose vision was turning dark from being shaken, felt like he was going to vomit bile and quickly raised his hand to stop him, "You need to calm down, just calm down first."

Having finally escaped Lin Hao’s grasp, the assistant director quickly raised his phone, "It wasn’t a scam call, they haven’t even signed the contract yet, and they’ve already wired the money over."

"There is just one condition."

Lin Hao, staring at the string of zeros, swallowed hard, "What condition? Out with it!"

"Well, the wife of the FY Group’s boss will be participating in our reality show, and they’ve asked us to provide as much convenience for the lady as possible," the assistant director relayed the conditions given by Wu Fang to Lin Hao.

"Her surname is Shen, full name Shen Yanhe, it appears she’s the one that came with Miss Song."

In the end, he couldn’t help but smack his lips and add sourly, "Why couldn’t I be a woman? If I were a woman, who knows, I might have had the chance to become the FY Group’s lady."

Lin Hao rolled his eyes disdainfully and snorted, "You? With a big back and thick waist, and a face wider than a basin, you think the handsome and wealthy boss of the FY Group would fancy you? Keep dreaming."

"I agreed to their conditions."

Without hesitation, Lin Hao readily accepted.

Never mind giving Shen Yanhe special treatment; even if it meant calling her "Dad", he would be more than willing to do so right now.

Lin Hao asked, "What about the Lu’s Group? Any conditions?"

"It’s also to take good care of Shen Yanhe," said the assistant director, looking at the reply on his phone with a complicated expression.

Lin Hao: "..."

Though he had never met Shen Yanhe in person, he was now extremely curious about her.

He wanted to see what kind of woman she was, capable of having two tycoons back her up in such unison.

"Agree to it all," Lin Hao muttered.

With the investment from these two, he wouldn’t have to worry about Jin Ding suddenly pulling out their funding.

After all, they had thrust an ancestor upon him.

That ancestor wasn’t so easy to get along with either.

Tsk, he hoped that during the reality show, Jin Ding’s young miss would behave herself and avoid provoking that formidable ancestor.

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In the blink of an eye, two days flew by, and soon it was the day to record the variety show.

This time, Lin Hao had deliberately set the meeting place for the guests at Jingcheng Airport, and, not skimping on expenses, chartered a whole plane. Once all the guests had arrived, they would head to the uninhabited island that had already been set up.

Shen Yanhe woke up early in the morning, struggling to get out of bed to gather some medicinal supplies needed for wilderness survival.

The recording of the reality show was to last seven days.

Shen Yanhe, having done missions abroad before, was no stranger to spending time in Primitive Forests. Food and drink were not an issue, but she couldn’t do without medicine.

She had just sat up when the strong arm around her waist tightened a little.

Then, a burning-hot body pressed against her back, and Fu Yanhe rested his chin lightly on her shoulder. Just waking up, his voice was low and slightly hoarse as it reached her ear, "Why don’t you sleep a bit more?"

As he spoke, he intentionally or unintentionally touched her cheek, his warm lips occasionally brushing against her earlobe, his hot breath spilling on the side of her ear.

The sensation caused Shen Yanhe’s body to involuntarily tremble, the ticklish numbness spreading from her ear all over her body.

Shen Yanhe pursed her lips and raised a hand to press it against his cheek, "It’s almost time. If we sleep any longer, we’ll be late. You keep sleeping."

Fu Yanhe’s warm, large palm gently grasped her wrist, kissed it by his lips lightly, then released her and got out of bed.

"I’m not tired anymore. What do you need to pack? I’ll help you."

Shen Yanhe’s eyebrows lifted slightly as she looked up at him.

But his appearance at the moment scorched her eyelashes into a faint quiver.

The man standing at the bedside was wearing black silk pajama bottoms, his upper body bare and his muscular lines clear and smooth, still bearing the ambiguous traces of last night.

She pretended to be calm and averted her gaze, "Just some clothes to change into and some medicine. I’ve put all the medicine in the small medicine box."

"Alright, you go wash up, I’ll pack." Fu Yanhe stretched out his large hand to ruffle her soft, black hair and pulled out the pink suitcase prepared for her by Feng Jiao, helping her pack her clothes.

The clothes she had brought with her to Jing City were few, and now everything she was packing had been bought for her by Fu Yanhe after his arrival.

Shen Yanhe didn’t make a fuss, got out of bed, and quickly freshened up in the washroom.

After finishing, she stood at the bathroom door, arms crossed, watching the man before her.

The tall and robust man was squatting in front of a pink suitcase, his hands, typically used for signing billion-dollar deals, carefully folding her intimates.

This image of the perfect domestic man made Shen Yanhe feel somewhat dazed.

"Done washing up?" Fu Yanhe put Shen Yanhe’s intimates into the suitcase, zipped it up, then looked up to find her standing by the bathroom.

He stood up, took her by the hand, and walked her out, "Wu Fang has already prepared breakfast. Eat first, then go."

Shen Yanhe nodded, bending her eyes towards him with a crisp, tender voice, "Thank you, hubby."

Fu Yanhe’s footsteps faltered, and he gave her a deep, intense glance, his Adam’s apple moved slightly, "What did you just call me?"

Since the incident where he was forced to take on the identity of Fu Yanheng was exposed, Shen Yanhe hadn’t called him hubby.

The only times she did call him that were when they were doing that particular thing, when she couldn’t withstand him and pleaded for mercy.

Usually, the most she would call him was Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe gazed into his dark eyes, coughed lightly, and hastily shifted her gaze away to walk outside, "What did I call you? Ah, I can’t remember, we’re running out of time, I’m going to eat."

Fu Yanhe’s long arm swept around, pulling Shen Yanhe into his embrace and easily pinching her waist, lifting her to sit on a nearby cabinet.

Shen Yanhe quickly settled herself, looking up at him, "What are you doing?"

He lowered his gaze at her, smiling slowly and deliberately, "Yanyan, if you don’t say those two words today, you’re not leaving the house."

"I can ask the director to postpone for a couple of days."

Shen Yanhe: "..."

She took back what she had just said about Fu Yanhe being the perfect domestic husband.

This guy was still as domineering and insufferable as ever!

Shen Yanhe looked into his burning eyes, held back a moment, then softly called out, "Hubby."

It wasn’t that she lacked resolve, it was just that the opponent’s assault was too overpowering, and she couldn’t withstand it.

Fu Yanhe sighed softly within, leaned in to kiss her forehead, "Very good."

His voice was already pleasant to listen to.

Now, deliberately lowering his voice, the coolness became deep and magnetic, like aged wine, rich and tempting.

Shen Yanhe’s eyelashes trembled, her heart pounding even more fiercely.

He really was, too much to handle.