A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 338 Shen Yanhe: Sorry, I Hold Grudges

Chapter 338: Chapter 338 Shen Yanhe: Sorry, I Hold Grudges

The two men crouched at the door were still strenuously picking the lock.

The lookout lifted his head from time to time to survey the surroundings, terrified that the noise here might wake the nearby travelers. He lowered his voice in urgency, "Can you do it or not? If not, let me try!"

The man attempting to pick the lock saw the door loosen and joyfully exclaimed, "It’s open, it’s open! The door is open!"

With faces full of excitement and fierce anticipation, they couldn’t wait to push the door open, "Damn it, I’m about to make that little wench pay—!"

However, as the door swung open, what met their eyes was not the woman who had mocked them that day.

Instead, it was a tall and upright man.

The man stood at the doorway, looking down at them. The dim light in the room made his features somewhat indistinct. Although he emitted an air of nobility, he also imparted an unprecedented sense of oppression.

The two intruders froze as if strangled, their voices cut off instantly, and the twisted expressions on their faces paused in shock and panic.

Why is there a man here?!

He clearly saw that woman enter this room!

Fu Yanhe looked down at them, an aura of murder suddenly surrounding him, and he spoke indifferently, "Who exactly do you want to give a hard time to?"

The two men felt a chill run down their spines, quickly realizing, he heard everything!

The man with the knife who was picking the lock showed a fierce glint in his eyes as he lunged with the knife at Fu Yanhe, "Since you heard, then you can’t be left alive!"

Fu Yanhe remained composed, lifting his hand lightly to grasp the assailant’s wrist and violently twisted it downward.

The man cried out in pain, his hand releasing the knife, which fell to the ground.

Catching the falling knife, Fu Yanhe launched a fierce kick, sending the man flying backward, crashing against the corridor wall before heavily falling to the ground.

Then, the knife in Fu Yanhe’s hand flew out and drove accurately and firmly into the back of the man’s hand, piercing through his palm.

"Ahh! My hand!" The man cried out in agony, veins bulging on his forehead as he couldn’t help but wail.

His accomplice had not yet recovered from the shock when he was struck hard in the abdomen, flying through the air to land on the ground and joining his partner in screaming in agony.

Dealing with these two took Fu Yanhe less than a minute.

Fu Yanhe’s expression was ice cold, his commanding presence not the least bit diminished as he took out his phone and called Wu Fang.

In less than ten minutes, Wu Fang, accompanied by his team, rushed over, "Boss Fu."

"Take these two away and find out who sent them," Fu Yanhe directed, pointing to the two men groaning on the floor.

Wu Fang nodded, "Understood!"

Wu Fang’s team bound the two men and took them away, then quickly cleaned the bloodstains from the hallway before departing.

The other guests probably heard the screams from the corridor, but adhering to the principle of avoiding trouble, they stayed in their rooms.

Only after Fu Yanhe had dealt with the situation did some guests cautiously peek through the cracks of their doors.

Fu Yanhe merely gave a cursory glance before turning back into his room and closing the door behind him.

After tidying up the bed, Shen Yanhe also finished her shower and came out.

Her wet hair draped over her shoulders, and her delicate face was pale and moist, a rosy hue tinged the corners of her eyes from the steam, adding a bewitching allure.

She took a towel to dry her hair, lifting her gaze towards Fu Yanhe, "What happened just now? I think I heard screams."

"It’s nothing," Fu Yanhe approached her and pulled her to the edge of the bed, taking the towel from her hands and gently began to dry her hair, "Just a couple of little bugs that got in. They’ve been dealt with."

Shen Yanhe closed her eyes, enjoying the massage at just the right strength, yawning sleepily, she hummed in acknowledgment without pursuing further about how those little bugs had gotten in.

"Tired?" Fu Yanhe felt her hair, which was still damp—no blow dryer had been provided in the hotel, so they had to dry it manually.

Shen Yanhe opened her arms and wrapped them around his waist, rubbing her cheek against his defined abdominals, "I’m tired."

"Dry your hair before sleeping, or you might catch a cold," Fu Yanhe, feeling a tightness in his lower abdomen from her rubbing, watched her sleepy appearance and helplessly pinched her soft cheek.

"You help me." Shen Yanhe leaned against him, lazily not moving.

Fu Yanhe lowered his eyes to look at her, his face bearing a few traces of indulgence: "Okay."

Shen Yanhe relaxed in his arms and closed her eyes, falling asleep.

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The next day.

When Shen Yanhe woke up, Fu Yanhe’s figure was no longer in the room.

On the simple coffee table, there were soup dumplings she liked to eat, with a note pressed underneath.

The note was in Fu Yanhe’s handwriting: There’s something at the company, I’ve gone to deal with it, remember to eat breakfast.

Shen Yanhe’s eyebrows lifted slightly, she carefully put away the note, washed up, had breakfast, and then went to the beach to gather at the time agreed upon with the director.

Su Qi and Song Shiwei came to her side as soon as she appeared, Qi Zeyi also looked at her but didn’t go over.

"I was late yesterday, the market was closed, I didn’t buy the peachwood and pomelo leaves," Su Qi said, looking towards Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe, with one hand in her pocket, waved it off lazily: "No worries."

The group waited for a while until the director and the other guests arrived one after another.

The assistant director had already arranged the boat, and once everyone was gathered, they set out to sea.

An hour later, the guests landed on the deserted island.

The live broadcast audience had been impatiently waiting.

[Man, I’ve been waiting for days, the second episode is finally starting.]

[Ahhh! My wife is there!]

[Without that annoying Qin Manxiang, my husband is clearly in better shape.]

[The one above, what are you daydreaming about? That’s clearly my husband.]

This time, survival was still carried out in groups.

Because of what happened yesterday, Luo Yao glanced at Shen Yanhe unnaturally, feeling embarrassed to be in the same group as her again.

Yu Jiao, on the other hand, thick-skinnedly approached her, smile on her face: "Miss Shen, we were in the same group last episode, let’s continue to be in the same group this time."

Shen Yanhe’s ears twitched, she turned her head slightly to look at Yu Jiao, emotionlessly said, "Sorry, I’m not willing to continue being in the same group as you."

She held a grudge.

She still remembered how Yu Jiao had wronged her the day before.

The smile on Yu Jiao’s face stiffened slightly, her expression becoming somewhat helpless: "Why?"

"Why?" Shen Yanhe raised her eyebrow and smiled, asking leisurely, "You couldn’t have forgotten what happened yesterday, could you?"

"Do you think, I would generously continue to be in the same group with you?"

Yu Jiao had thought that in front of the cameras, Shen Yanhe would have to give her some face at least.

After all, she was a celebrity and Shen Yanhe was just an ordinary person.

She wanted fame and wouldn’t easily make an enemy of them.

But she hadn’t expected that Shen Yanhe had no intention of giving her face, and openly ripped off the pretense.

This nearly made Yu Jiao unable to maintain her smile, but because she was on camera, she could only sigh helplessly and say, "I didn’t do it on purpose yesterday, I..."

Before she could finish, Shen Yanhe raised her hand and interrupted her: "Sorry, I’m rather petty and hold grudges, once someone offends me, I won’t continue to indulge her."

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