A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 32 I can be your partner

Chapter 32: Chapter 32 I can be your partner

Wu Fang stared at the computer screen, dumbfounded by the extremely arrogant expression pack, and for a long time, he couldn’t react.

The young master’s confrontation with HM, looking at it now, it seems the young master... lost?

And HM even implanted an expression pack into his computer?

For the young master, this must be a great humiliation, right?

However, Fu Yanhe’s face didn’t show any sign of shame; his eyes slightly narrowed as he rapidly tapped the keyboard, and before the blue code completely disappeared, he implanted a tiny audio file.

And thus.

Shen Yanhe, having successfully disgusted the other party while retreating from the code, suddenly heard a series of chanting sounds coming from the computer.

"Ding! Ding!"

"Praise be to Samantabhadra."

"Praise be to Samantabhadra."

"Praise be to Maitreya."

......

"..."

Unable to help herself, Shen Yanhe’s cat-like pupils widened as she stared at her computer screen, watching a black wooden fish being struck repeatedly, and her mouth twitched: "...the Diamond Sutra?"

She couldn’t help but raise her hand to her forehead and let out a light laugh: "This person is quite amusing."

Such a petty grudge, she gave him an expression pack and an audio file, and he reciprocated with one in return.

Shen Yanhe smacked her lips, relaxing her body to lean back in the computer chair, and listened to the Diamond Sutra playing in her ears, her eyes narrowing.

She hadn’t expected to encounter someone so entertaining within the Fu Group.

And that person’s hacking skills were on par with hers.

Tsk.

Wanting to probe the Fu Group’s backend for comprehensive information about that person wouldn’t work anymore, she’d have to find another way.

Maybe...

She could try sounding out Fu Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe had meant to probe his attitude a little when she gave him a massage tonight.

Unfortunately, he had gone to bed early, and tonight’s massage was canceled.

She could only return to her room to sleep with a sense of regret.

-

The next day.

Having listened to the Diamond Sutra all night without it affecting her sleep, Shen Yanhe yawned as she stepped out, planning to have breakfast in the dining hall when Fu Yanhe’s tightly shut room door opened from the inside.

Wu Fang wheeled him out.

Shen Yanhe was initially heading out but stopped after only two steps and turned back to look at Fu Yanhe, who was extremely sullen with dark circles under his eyes, and asked in confusion, "Didn’t you go to bed early last night? Why are your dark circles so severe?"

Could it be that he spent last night playing the thief?

Fu Yanhe, who had struggled with the audio all night: "..."

His entire body radiated an oppressively low aura, his ink-black eyes tinged with a hint of gloom.

If he caught HM, he would definitely make sure she couldn’t get away with it!

"What are you standing there for?" Fu Yanhe didn’t directly answer her question, his complexion looking extremely foul, his clear voice somewhat hoarse: "Come here and push me."

Shen Yanhe sighed helplessly and resignedly stepped forward, taking over the wheelchair from Wu Fang’s hands: "Coming."

I don’t know who ticked him off.

First thing in the morning, he was like a bomb ready to go off.

-

In the living room.

When Shen Yanhe pushed Fu Yanhe into the living room, she immediately noticed Xia Ran, who was sitting on the sofa, chatting and laughing with Jiang Yun.

Shen Yanhe’s steps hesitated for a moment, and the Fu Yanhe sitting in the wheelchair also saw Xia Ran in the living room; a hint of disgust flashed across his eyes, and his expression grew even colder.

Shen Yanhe sighed to herself, originally thinking that after Xia Ran was warned and scolded by Fu Yanhe last time, she wouldn’t dare to come again.

Who would have thought that her skin was even thicker than she had imagined.

The noise of their entrance also alerted the two people on the sofa. Jiang Yun looked towards Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe with a smile, but before she could open her mouth to speak, Xia Ran, who had been sitting beside her, stood up with an uneasy expression: "Yanhe."

Fu Yanhe kept his expression blank and turned to look coldly at Shen Yanhe, who was sneakily watching the drama: "Are you stopping here to set up a scene for others?"

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Damn, such a venomous tongue.

She flashed an apologetic smile towards Xia Ran and Jiang Yun, then pushed Fu Yanhe towards the direction of the dining room.

Before they had taken two steps, a slender figure appeared in front of the wheelchair.

Shen Yanhe quickly stopped, frowning as she looked at Xia Ran, who suddenly stood in their way: "Miss Xia, how could you suddenly block the way like this? If I hadn’t stopped in time, not only would you be injured, my husband would be as well."

At the sound of the affectionate term "my husband," Xia Ran clenched her hands into fists; the sharp nails dug into her palm, bringing her a bit of pain that suppressed the anger in her heart: "It wasn’t on purpose. I was just afraid Yanhe wouldn’t stay to listen to me."

She pursed her lips, with a pitiful look on her face, and looked apologetically at Fu Yanhe, whose expression was cold: "Yanhe, I came here to apologize to you today. I was out of my mind that day, I’m so sorry, I won’t do it again."

"Also, I heard from Ayu yesterday that you stopped her card because of me." Xia Ran gently bit her lip, the picture of misery: "All the faults are mine, Yanhe, it’s fine if you blame me."

"Ayu is your sister; you two shouldn’t fight because of me."

Shen Yanhe couldn’t help but inwardly applaud.

What a terrific drama.

Even more dramatic than last night.

Fu Yanhe looked at her with a cold glare, his voice cold and heartless: "Are you done? If you are, then get lost, don’t appear before me and be an eyesore."

Xia Ran turned pale at his ruthlessly cold words; her slender and delicate body swayed, and she put on a soft smile, pressing her lips together and saying, "There’s one more thing."

"Apart from apologizing, I also came to tell you some news: Qi Yunqian is going to hold an engagement banquet with Song Shiwei."

Jiang Yun, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa without speaking, heard the news and sat up straight, frowning and asking, "Is this news true or false?"

"If I remember correctly, isn’t that Song’s daughter the one who has just gotten out of prison? Could the Qi Family agree? Would his parents be willing to let their son marry a woman who has been in prison?"

"And what about Ayu?"

Ayu likes that young man from the Qi Family so much.

If she learns of this news, won’t she go crazy?

Shen Yanhe’s face showed no sign of surprise.

After all, she had known about this news from Song Shiwei a long time ago.

"Auntie, it’s absolutely true." Xia Ran nodded, sighed, and looked deeply at Fu Yanhe: "As for Ayu...I guess it means she and Qi Yunqian are fated but not destined to be together."

"Yanhe." As if forgetting the coldness she’d received from Fu Yanhe just moments before, Xia Ran still looked at him tenderly and asked softly, "The engagement banquet is in three days. I came here to ask if you want to go?"

"If you do, I can be your companion."

Shen Yanhe: "?"

Am I considered dead?