A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 35: Marrying Anyone Is No Better Than Marrying You, Qi Yunqian

Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Marrying Anyone Is No Better Than Marrying You, Qi Yunqian

Song Shiwei just looked at him coldly and raised her hand again to slap Fu Yu’s cheek.

A large hand reached out from the side and firmly grasped Song Shiwei’s wrist.

Before Shiwei’s eyes could focus, Qi Yunqian stepped in front of Fu Yu with his eyebrows tightly furrowed, his complexion dark, and his voice deep and angry, "Song Shiwei, have you lost your mind?"

Qi Yunqian had been in a meeting at the company. Just after the meeting ended, he saw the message from Fu Yu asking to meet him.

Before he could decline, Fu Yu said she had also arranged to meet with Song Shiwei.

Fearing that Shiwei would become emotionally unstable and be at a disadvantage upon seeing Fu Yu, he hurried over immediately.

No sooner had he gotten out of the car than he saw Song Shiwei slap Fu Yu.

One slap wasn’t enough, she even wanted to give a second slap upon seeing him.

Qi Yunqian’s face completely darkened, and he furrowed his brows, "Why did you hit someone?"

Fu Yu, standing behind him, threw a subtle look of triumph and provocation at Song Shiwei, feeling much more reassured.

Yunqian "Brother" really still cared about her.

Even if that wretched woman married Yunqian "Brother," she wouldn’t win his heart.

Soon after, Fu Yu, clutching her swollen cheek, her eyes turning red, hid behind Qi Yunqian and spoke with a soft and aggrieved voice, "Shiwei "Sister," I know you’ve always been concerned about my relationship with Yunqian "Brother," and I’ve already made it clear to you, there’s nothing between Yunqian "Brother" and me."

"Why did you still hit me?"

Qi Yunqian was initially expecting an explanation from Song Shiwei, but upon hearing Fu Yu’s words, his expression became quite complex.

He hadn’t expected that Song Shiwei would care about him so much.

Even after spending two years in jail, upon release, she still opposed Fu Yu and bullied her, just like when she used to chase after him in college.

This realization eased the restless, vaguely uneasy feeling in Qi Yunqian’s heart considerably.

His mood even bizarrely improved a bit.

Song Shiwei, looking at her wrist held by Qi Yunqian, furrowed her brows and forcefully withdrew her hand, "Let go of me."

Qi Yunqian did not let go, instead, he gripped even tighter, "I won’t let go, Song Shiwei. Give me an explanation, why did you hit Fu Yu?"

Song Shiwei sneered and pulled her hand away, "I hit her because I wanted to, what explanation is there to give?"

Her porcupine-like attitude caused Qi Yunqian’s brows to furrow, a degree of displeasure rising in his heart, darkening his facial expression even more.

Taking advantage of the situation, Fu Yu dropped the hand covering her cheek, revealing the red swelling from Song Shiwei’s slap, tugging at Qi Yunqian’s clothes with tearful eyes and a soft voice, "Yunqian "Brother," I’m fine."

"I know because I was too close to you before, it led to a misunderstanding by Shiwei "Sister," and then there’s the incident from two years ago..."

"I can understand Shiwei "Sister" hitting me in a moment of rage."

"Yunqian "Brother," you’re about to marry Shiwei "Sister," let’s not fight over me."

As Qi Yunqian gazed at the red swelling on Fu Yu’s face, his expression slightly sank, then he turned to Song Shiwei, who was seldom cold in front of him. Ignoring the discomfort in his heart, he said sternly, "No matter what, it’s wrong to hit someone in a moment of impulse."

"Song Shiwei, apologize to Fu Yu."

Song Shiwei rubbed the wrist that had been hurt from forcefully pulling away, her cool peach-blossom eyes staring at the pair before her, her heart cold and aching.

It was the same again.

Just like the student days when she ran after Qi Yunqian.

Whenever she and Fu Yu were together, if Fu Yu got into trouble, the moment she said it was her doing, he would immediately come to question and blame her.

He would never listen to her explanation, directly assuming she was at fault.

Including the car accident two years ago, she had explained to him that it wasn’t her driving the car, it was Fu Yu.

He believed her, but it only led her to deeper despair.

She should have understood long ago.

In his heart, Fu Yu’s position would always be higher than hers, Song Shiwei.

Only she, a fool, foolishly for him, had brought shame upon the Song family.

A trace of agony flashed through Song Shiwei’s eyes.

She didn’t want to, nor did she deign to explain herself to him in a subservient tone like she did in her student days.

The pain in her eyes struck Qi Yunqian’s heart, jabbing it sharply, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Qi Yunqian’s brow furrowed deeper, and his tone became even worse, "Song Shiwei, the person who obviously did wrong is you, so why are you putting on this aggrieved act for everyone to see?"

Song Shiwei forcefully suppressed the bitterness and pain surging in her heart, looking at Qi Yunqian with a cool gaze, "Qi Yunqian, if you like Fu Yu so much, then why did you marry me?"

"Since the wedding invitations haven’t been made yet, why don’t I make room and give the spot to Fu Yu, how about that?"

This sentence caused Qi Yunqian’s heart to sink abruptly, and his face became instantly as dark as the bottom of a pot, looking extremely ugly, "Song Shiwei, what nonsense are you spouting?"

This matter was her fault to begin with—he just wanted her to apologize to Fu Yu!

Was she actually thinking of giving Fu Yu her position as his wife?

What did she take him for?

"Whether I’m talking nonsense, you know very well in your heart," Song Shiwei’s eyes became even colder, "and about two years ago, why I became a labor reeducation convict, why I had a criminal record, both of you are also well aware."

Fu Yu, who had been feigning aggrievement, felt a thud in her heart upon hearing these words, fearing that Song Shiwei would tell Qi Yunqian about how she had deliberately provoked and antagonized her, and quickly tried to speak, "I’m sorry, Sister Shiwei, I..."

Song Shiwei didn’t give her the chance to continue, instead looking at Qi Yunqian, whose face was very ugly, and said, "Qi Yunqian, I don’t have to marry either."

As soon as her voice fell, Qi Yunqian, who had already softened a bit upon hearing about what happened two years ago, his face suddenly turned extremely grim, his dark eyes sank deeply as he looked at Song Shiwei, seemingly suppressing the rage churning in his heart.

Fu Yu’s eyes flickered with excitement, carrying a bit of schadenfreude.

Brother Yunqian hates people who treat marriage as child’s play the most.

Song Shiwei is done for!

Yet, she did not wait for Qi Yunqian to scold Song Shiwei; instead, she saw him who had been standing in front of her suddenly stride forward, abruptly grab Song Shiwei’s hands, and without a word, drag her toward the black sedan parked at the curb.

Song Shiwei was caught off guard by his pull, stumbled, and fell onto his back, exclaiming involuntarily, "Qi Yunqian, are you sick? Let me go!"

Fu Yu too was startled by Qi Yunqian’s sudden action. She hurriedly stepped forward to stop him but heard his deep voice say, "Ah Si, take Miss Fu home."

The tall bodyguard in a black suit, who had been standing not far away, stepped forward, blocking Fu Yu, "Miss Fu, please."

Fu Yu, blocked by the bodyguard Ah Si, could only watch helplessly as Qi Yunqian forcefully dragged Song Shiwei towards the car, stamping her feet with resentment at the spot.

She had wanted to chase after them too, but feeling the pain on her face, she gave up the idea.

After all, the eye drops she had given Song Shiwei today were enough.

She didn’t believe that after all Song Shiwei had said, Brother Yunqian would still tolerate her.

Qi Yunqian shoved Song Shiwei into the black sedan, ordered the driver to drive after raising the privacy partition, and sat with a stern face.

The driver, who had never seen his boss this furious, drove in a state of alarm, doing his best to keep the car steady, hoping the boss wouldn’t redirect his anger at him.

Inside the car.

Once the privacy partition was raised, Qi Yunqian still held onto Song Shiwei’s hands tightly, not letting go. Once the car started moving, and he was sure Song Shiwei couldn’t escape, he felt bizarrely reassured.

He turned his head to look at Song Shiwei, who was frowning and struggling to pull her hand free from his.

The more she struggled, the less he could control the rage in his heart.

He abruptly pulled Song Shiwei into his embrace, his large hand firmly circling her slender waist, his face dark and filled with anger, "Song Shiwei, if you don’t want to marry me, who do you want to marry? The Shi family’s boy?"

Song Shiwei, confined in his arms, showed no fear on her face, instead looking at him with a smile carrying a tint of malice, "Whoever I marry couldn’t be worse than marrying you, Qi Yunqian, right?"