A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 327: Don’t You Want Me?

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: Don’t You Want Me?

Being humiliated publicly by Qi Jingjing, Yan Qi wanted to explode on the spot, but being in front of the camera, he had no choice but to forcefully hold it in.

He clenched his teeth and finally faced the camera, forcing a bitter smile, "I was just thinking about our group... Forget it, I was being a busybody."

With that smile of Yan Qi, his live broadcast was once again filled with sympathy for the "big brother."

After all the guests had their breakfast, the production crew announced today’s task: finding a water source.

The assistant director, holding a megaphone, said, "Water is the source of life, clean water is the most crucial element in survival. Today, your task is to search for a water source on the island."

"On the journey to find water, we have placed three batches of supplies. You guests can find these supplies along the way to solve the difficulty of finding food."

The production crew had said that they would let the guests survive on their own for seven days, but they really couldn’t just neglect their wellbeing.

After all, celebrities are pampered, and if they really had to survive on their own for seven days, it’s likely that apart from Shen Yanhe’s team, everyone else might starve to death.

So, the production crew still eased up a bit.

The assistant director paused, looking towards Shen Yanhe, "There are two water sources on the island. One of them has already been found by Shen Yanhe’s group, so we have put it off-limits. "

"The rest of the guests need to find the other water source."

When Qi Jingjing heard about the water source, she thought the production crew was giving Shen Yanhe an advantage, but after hearing the assistant director, she felt relieved.

Qin Manxiang, with a dark look in her eyes, glanced at Shen Yanhe and then headed toward the woods with Qi Jingjing and several others following behind her.

Qi Zeyi stood there hesitating for a few seconds before deciding not to go to Shen Yanhe. He just gave her a deep look and then followed the main group.

Shen Yanhe stretched lazily with an indifferent expression, "Let’s go too."

Song Shiwei nodded excitedly, "Yeah! Adventure through the woods, let’s go go go!"

Inside the director’s tent.

Lin Hao, worried that the audience would again accuse their show of fakery, deliberately moved Shen Yanhe’s split-screen to the center.

So that all viewers could watch her every move.

As a result, they saw Shen Yanhe enter the woods and effortlessly find the supply package hidden deeply by the staff. They also saw her climb up a tree like a monkey and take down the supplies from above.

Then, she effortlessly led Song Shiwei and the others to another water source as if she had her own radar.

Live stream viewers: [...]

[I’m seriously suspecting that Shen Yanhe has some special identity, for real.]

[With those skills, she doesn’t need the production crew to cheat for her at all. What was on the mind of those who were cursing her just now?]

[Thousands of words all boil down to two: badass.]

[Truly worthy of being the wife of the director of FY Group’s Daxia branch, so strong!]

[Above, that’s my wife.]

Lin Hao, with a numb expression and complex eyes, said, "Do you think, is it possible that Miss Shen is some kind of secret agent? One of those big shots coming to take part in reality shows with a hidden identity?"

The assistant director rolled his eyes in disbelief, "Do you think our Daxia is like the United States? With 094 and spider web operations, any secret agent coming to our Daxia would be monitored, okay? They couldn’t possibly join a variety show so freely."

Lin Hao: "..."

True.

Lin Hao rubbed his face with both hands, lit a cigarette, and said with a worried frown, "But with her doing this, the other guests have no chance to play."

All the supplies are in her hands.

The other guests will have to go hungry.

"Not necessarily," the assistant director smacked his lips, pointing at the screen, "Didn’t she leave a batch of supplies?"

Lin Hao looked up in confusion.

Indeed, he saw Shen Yanhe leaving a batch of supplies in the most conspicuous place by the water source.

The supplies she left were all compressed biscuits.

Other fruits and vegetables, Shen Yanhe had taken them all for herself.

Lin Hao: "..."

Sure, here’s the translation of the text:

Well, having something is always better than nothing.

During today’s recording of the show, Shen Yanhe’s team returned almost with a full load, and all the supplies were placed inside Su Qi’s tent.

After all, he was the only boy, and he had a tent to himself.

Qi Jingjing’s group only found some compressed biscuits and a few bottles of mineral water.

In the evening, as they gnawed on the dry compressed biscuits and clutched their mineral water, the scent of meat wafting from Shen Yanhe’s direction permeated the beach.

It made them feel not hungry in the stomach but even hungrier psychologically.

Qin Manxiang looked particularly displeased, almost as if she was chewing on Shen Yanhe’s flesh as she crunched on the compressed biscuits and swallowed them.

After eating, Qin Manxiang endured the mosquito bites and struggled to fall asleep, bitterly making a mental note against Shen Yanhe.

Perhaps it was because Shen Yanhe had taught Qin Manxiang a lesson, the seven days of recording went by safely and without incident.

Unfortunately, during these seven days, Shen Yanhe didn’t find the chance to be alone with Qi Zeyi.

Qin Manxiang kept a very tight watch on her.

At the end of the seventh day of recording, Song Shiwei and the other girls had gained quite a bit of weight, and their skin had darkened by several shades; even Su Qi had put on a little bit of flesh.

In contrast, Qin Manxiang’s group, except for Qi Zeyi, all appeared haggard and weary, looking like they had just fled a disaster, having lost a fair amount of weight.

Live stream viewers: [This contrast is brutal.]

Song Shiwei pinched her belly and pouted, "Yanyan, why don’t you ever get fat or tan? Look at my belly, it’s bulging."

Luo Yao also looked at Shen Yanhe with envy, "It’s been seven days, and you’re still as fair as when we started the recording. I wish I had your complexion."

Yu Jiao silently glanced at her arm that had darkened by a shade, then at the radiant Shen Yanhe, and sank into self-despair.

Shen Yanhe couldn’t help but laugh, extending her hand to ruffle Luo Yao’s hair, "It’s natural, can’t help it, but next time I can bring you guys a few sunscreen lotions that I think are pretty good."

Shen Yanhe and Song Shiwei signed on for three episodes of "Survival on a Deserted Island."

This was the first episode, with two more to go.

The second episode starts in three days, and the guests can rest for three days.

Luo Yao nodded happily, "Thank you! I desperately need that sunscreen."

Qin Manxiang’s team also sighed in relief.

Seven days had gone by; one more and they wouldn’t have been able to hold on any longer.

The production team chartered a plane to take the guests away.

Qin Manxiang was the first to drag Qi Zeyi onto the plane, with Yan Qi and the others hurrying to follow suit.

Just as Shen Yanhe was about to board, Lin Hao called out in a rush, "Miss Shen, wait a moment, someone has come to pick you up."

Shen Yanhe paused, turning back, "Someone to pick me up?"

As her words fell, a roar came from the sky.

A private plane slowly descended onto the beach.

The cabin door opened, and a tall, statuesque man emerged from inside.

The man wore a black combat uniform, his handsome face shielded by sunglasses, his demeanor noble.

He looked toward Shen Yanhe, his thin lips curving slightly, and opened his arms toward her, "Yanyan, come here."

Shen Yanhe’s eyes lit up, and she hurried toward him.

Her pace quickened, and soon she was running, leaping into his arms, embracing him tightly; her delicate, fair face was brimming with joy, "How did you get here?"

Fu Yanhe tightened his embrace, holding her like a child in his arms, his long legs moving as he turned and walked towards the plane, "I missed you, so I came."

"Wait, wait for Shiwei." Shen Yanhe squirmed in his embrace, turning her head back, wanting to call for Song Shiwei to join them.

"No need to worry; someone will come for her," Fu Yanhe’s warm hand gently positioned her head forward, and beneath the cover of the sunglasses, his ink-black eyes roiled with intense possessiveness.

His Adam’s apple moved slightly as he leaned close to Shen Yanhe’s ear, his magnetic voice steeped with surging emotions, "Seven days without seeing each other, didn’t you miss me?"

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