A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 329: Why Call Your Dad Over?

Chapter 329: Chapter 329: Why Call Your Dad Over?

Shen Yanhe took the materials from his hands and flipped through them.

The documents meticulously recorded Qi Zeyi’s struggles within the entertainment industry over the years.

After reading them, she finally understood why Qin Manxiang was so clingy to Qi Zeyi, and why he didn’t let Qin Manxiang go either.

She looked at Fu Yanhe with a complex expression, wanting to say something but hesitating, "Your second uncle... he’s had quite a rough time."

Without any family background, relying solely on good looks to get by in the entertainment circle, starting from playing extras, only to meet an agent that ended up scamming him.

Just as his career was beginning to take off, Qin Manxiang set her sights on him.

Just by looking at these materials, it felt like Qi Zeyi didn’t fit in with the Fu Family at all.

He did not carry the pride of the Fu Family members.

"This Jinding Entertainment seems rather shady," Shen Yanhe said, looking at the line in the materials that mentioned two or three female artists from Jinding Entertainment committing suicide each year, her eyes and brows marked with a trace of coldness.

"Qi Zeyi’s contract with the company will end in less than two days, do you want to help him?"

Fu Yanhe’s gaze fell upon her, he hummed faintly, "Help."

His expression was indifferent, "Only by helping him can we make him come forward and recognize us on his own, and from his mouth, learn more secrets of the Fu Family."

While they were talking, the food had already been warmed up by the aunt.

Fu Yanhe took Shen Yanhe’s hand and headed to the dining table, "Let’s eat first."

Shen Yanhe, "Okay."

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Post-production for "Survival on a Deserted Island" was swiftly completed.

In less than two days, the first episode of the program was already streaming on various apps.

Shen Yanhe and Song Shiwei, with their outstanding appearances, gained a good number of fans who admired their looks.

Song Shiwei’s Weibo followers were continuously increasing, approaching five million rapidly.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Song Shiwei also helped advertise for Song Corp, tagging some artists who had just signed with the company, driving up their fan count.

Shen Yanhe’s Weibo was typically inactive, she rarely posted any updates, leaving her fans with nowhere to turn, and they could only call for Shen Yanhe to make appearances in the ’Hehe Couple’s’ CP super talk.

Su Qi, who was often maligned online, saw a slight improvement in public opinion.

At that moment, Shen Yanhe, who was being called upon by fans to make an appearance, went to the hospital to see Shen Huai.

Shen Huai’s condition had improved a lot, with more clear-headed time during the day, and some of the various tubes had been removed from his body.

He was, however, thinner than before.

His cheeks were sunken in, and sitting on the bed, he appeared to be just a small bundle.

Shen Huai, leaning against the bed and looking through the special glass with a beaming smile at Shen Yanhe in her protective suit, said, "Sister, the nurse showed me your live stream. My sister really is the best."

His eyes also carried a hint of yearning.

Yearning for the day when his illness would be cured, so he could go on a picnic and get closer to nature with Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe’s eyes curved as she gazed at him, "Then Xiao Huai must keep up the good fight. Once you’re better, sister will take you on a reality show."

She came today not only to visit Shen Huai but also to learn about Shen Huai’s health condition from Feng Jiao, who had returned to Haicheng earlier.

The newly developed C02 medicine was very effective for Shen Huai.

The immune cells in his body had become stronger and increased somewhat, and his body was no longer deteriorating due to rejection reactions.

This was a good sign.

It proved that her research direction was correct.

Shen Huai agreed solemnly, "I will hold on."

As he spoke, a trace of hesitation appeared on his face. He looked at Shen Yanhe and said, "Sister, I think I saw Dad come to see me before."

Although he was in a daze at the time and only saw the back of Shen Zhong, he was sure that it was his father, whom he thought of day and night, who had disappeared for so many years.

Being young, Shen Huai couldn’t keep things to himself. His gaze towards Shen Yanhe was filled with hope, "Did Dad... has he come back?"

Shen Yanhe’s expression paused for a moment, then pretended as if nothing had happened, "He didn’t come back. You must have had a hallucination."

Disappointment filled Shen Huai’s eyes, "Is that so..."

Seeing the disappointment on his face, Shen Yanhe couldn’t quite bear it. She softly comforted him, "It’s okay. When little Huai gets better, Dad will come back. And if he still hasn’t returned by then, I will go with little Huai to find him."

Shen Huai perked up, nodding seriously and solemnly, "Okay."

Shen Yanhe stayed with Shen Huai for a while longer, and when she saw tiredness on his face, she let him lie down to rest. She took off her protective suit, left the hospital, and prepared to go to the lab.

No sooner had she left the hospital than she felt someone following her.

Shen Yanhe’s steps faltered slightly, a chill and contemplation flashing in the depths of her eyes.

Was it someone from the Immortal organization?

Had Shen Zhong been exposed?

As if she hadn’t noticed the people following her, she discreetly led them to the underground parking lot of the hospital.

Just as Shen Yanhe walked out of the elevator, a black sedan stopped in front of her.

The car door opened, and several tall, muscular men in black T-shirts stepped out.

Shen Yanhe’s fingers inconspicuously clutched a Golden Needle. A slight alarm and fear appeared on her soft, delicate face, "What do you want?"

They surrounded Shen Yanhe and said, "Miss Shen, our young lady invites you to visit our home today. Please come with us."

Shen Yanhe’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The young lady?

Tch, it seems they’re not from the Immortal organization.

She thought it was someone sent by the Immortal organization to trouble her again, but then she would have been able to pry open their mouths for more information.

The Golden Needle in Shen Yanhe’s fingertip disappeared as her brows furrowed. She looked at them and asked, "Who is your young lady?"

"Miss Shen, you will find out if you come with us." Their attitude was very firm, they sealed Shen Yanhe’s escape routes without giving her any chance to flee.

Shen Yanhe’s eyebrows twitched slightly, pretending to be frightened, she nodded, "Fine, okay."

She, too, wanted to know who in Haicheng, apart from Song Shiwei, was calling for her.

The black sedan drove off silently from the hospital.

One hour later.

The car stopped outside a villa in the suburbs.

The man opened the door, "Miss Shen, please."

Shen Yanhe got out of the car and observed her surroundings quietly before stepping inside.

No sooner had she walked in through the main door than she saw Qin Manxiang, dressed in a silk camisole nightgown and lounging on the sofa, exhaling smoke. In front of her knelt a young man giving her a foot massage.

The exposed skin on her body was covered in a patchwork of bruises and kiss marks.

As someone with experience, Shen Yanhe could tell at a glance what Qin Manxiang had just been doing.

Qin Manxiang looked at Shen Yanhe with a disdainful expression, chuckling coldly, "Shen Yanhe, you’re quite the runner. From Jingcheng to Haicheng on the first day, if it weren’t for the people my father sent out, we really wouldn’t have been able to find you."

Shen Yanhe’s brows twitched slightly. She looked at her calmly and without haste, casually inserting one hand into her pocket as she walked towards her, "You’ve called your dad over, what do you want?"