A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 370 She Hates You to Death

Chapter 370: Chapter 370 She Hates You to Death

Jiang Yun’s face showed a hint of bewilderment: "immortal? No, he never mentioned it to me."

A self-mocking smile played about Jiang Yun’s eyes: "Don’t be fooled by my being his pillow companion; in reality, he rarely discussed his affairs with me, and it was only after he had gone abroad and lost contact that I dealt with his company affairs for the first time."

In the past, while she was in the Fu Family, all she needed to do was drink tea, shop, and spend money every day.

If she encountered an unsolvable problem, Fu Weizhi would send someone to sort it out for her. She never needed to think for herself; as long as she was happy, that was enough.

After all, success is difficult to achieve, while falling into neglect is quite easy.

As a result, she hardly knew anything about Fu Weizhi’s affairs.

She once naively thought that Fu Weizhi treated her that way out of indulgence and love.

Now, it seemed, that wasn’t love but merely keeping a goldfinch that was very low maintenance and could be shown off.

Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe exchanged a glance and nodded slightly: "I understand."

The two stood up, and Shen Yanhe looked at Jiang Yun, who had aged considerably, and said, "We’ve intruded today; we’ll be on our way now."

Jiang Yun’s face was full of impatience, listlessly waving them off: "Just go, don’t linger here and be an eyesore."

From beginning to end, she hadn’t inquired about Fu Yanhe even once.

She hadn’t even given him a direct look.

Shen Yanhe looked up at Fu Yanhe, who appeared indifferent. Their fingers intertwined, he led her by the hand towards the door: "Let’s go."

Shen Yanhe: "Mhm."

The door to the room closed gently.

Now alone, Jiang Yun remained in the room, where a clay pot on the kitchen stove was bubbling with boiling herbal medicine.

Jiang Yun lowered her head, unmoving for a long time.

After what seemed an eternity, Jiang Yun coughed repressively and sighed heavily as she got up to tidy the place where Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe had just sat.

While cleaning up where Shen Yanhe had sat, she found a forgotten bank card on the sofa, with a piece of paper taped to the back displaying the bank card’s PIN.

Whom the bank card was intended for was self-explanatory.

Jiang Yun forcibly closed her eyes, tears reddening her eyelids, her grip on the bank card tightened.

She knew that her mother-son relationship with Fu Yanhe was utterly severed in this lifetime.

And so was her life.

-

The following day after returning from Jiang Yun’s place, Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe headed to the airport to prepare for an overseas trip, accompanied by Feng Jiao and Xiang Ling’an.

Before boarding the flight, Shen Yanhe called Song Shiwei to inform her of her departure. She also told Song Shiwei that she had located Song Yuche’s whereabouts, asking her not to worry.

"The people who saw Song Yuche said he’s in a small town abroad," Shen Yanhe glanced at the boarding gate and spoke in a mild tone to Song Shiwei: "I will personally check this time while I am overseas. You take good care of yourself back home. I’ve canceled my contract with the reality show director, and I won’t be continuing with the recordings."

Sitting on a bay window, Song Shiwei finally relaxed her tense nerves a bit when she heard Shen Yanhe’s words. She said, "Okay, leave the follow-up matters to me, including those concerning Su Qi."

She paused for a moment, her voice lowering with a hint of guilt: "I’m sorry, He Miao. When you were sad and upset, I couldn’t be there for you."

These days, Qi Yunqian had been keeping a very close eye on her. If she spent more than two hours on her phone, he would come over and take it away.

Qi Yunqian was unaware of Shen Huai’s situation. By the time she found out about Shen Huai’s death from Shifei, his funeral had already ended.

She once again wasn’t able to be by her side when the little sprout He Miao was feeling sad and upset.

Song Shiwei felt a twinge of guilt and discomfort in her heart.

"It’s a small matter," Shen Yanhe said with a smile, not taking it to heart.

Fu Yanhe stood not far from Shen Yanhe, holding a coat in his hand. His distinctively handsome brows slightly furrowed as he looked down at his watch. "Yanyan, it’s almost time."

Shen Yanhe responded, instructed Song Shiwei to take good care of herself, and then hung up the phone. The four of them boarded the plane together, heading to the United States.

-

On the other side, inside Qi Yunqian’s private villa by the sea.

Song Shiwei exited the call screen, sent a message to Shifei, and quickly deleted their chat history before turning off her phone and placing it on the coffee table.

During the days she had been imprisoned by Qi Yunqian, she hadn’t just been sitting around waiting for rescue.

She had found a way to reveal her imprisonment to Shifei.

Shifei seemed to have done something to the Qi Corporation these past few days. Recently, Qi Yunqian had been coming home later and later, having to stay up all night for meetings in his study.

This created quite a few opportunities for her to escape.

But even though Qi Yunqian wasn’t at home, he had arranged for many bodyguards to patrol around the villa, making a forceful escape rather unlikely.

Song Shiwei took a deep breath, shook off the chaotic thoughts in her mind, got up to leave the room, and was about to go downstairs for a glass of water when she overheard a slightly sharp female voice from below.

"Qi Yunqian, have you lost your mind? Do you realize that what you’re doing is illegal?"

Song Shiwei paused in her steps and stealthily hid behind a pillar, using the blind spot at the turn of the staircase to look down.

Qi Yunqian, who had come back exceptionally early today, sat on the sofa in the living room, wearing a gray suit, looking somewhat exhausted.

In front of him stood a woman she was all too familiar with.

It was the same woman she had encountered last time in Jing City, named Jiang Luoshu.

Jiang Luoshu and Qi Yunqian did not notice Song Shiwei standing at the corner of the stairs.

Jiang Luoshu’s brows were tightly furrowed, her complexion was very unpleasant. "Qi Yunqian, release her immediately. If people find out that you’ve imprisoned someone at your home, not only you, but the entire Qi Family will be ruined!"

She never imagined that Qi Yunqian would do something as deranged as imprisoning Song Shiwei in his home!

Qi Yunqian sat on the sofa, his tall figure enveloped in a subdued yet intimidating aura. His sharp eyes were roiling with a cold fury as he lifted his pitch-black gaze to look icily at Jiang Luoshu. "What gives you the right to meddle in my affairs?"

"How do I not have the right?" Jiang Luoshu clutched her handbag tightly, her pretty face contorted with anger. "I am your fiancée! The Jiang and Qi families are tied together now! If you want to die, don’t drag me down with you!"

The words "fiancée" inadvertently made Qi Yunqian glance at the closed door of the room upstairs.

Seeing no movement there, his furrowed brows relaxed slightly, but his expression remained frosty. "Your status as my fiancée is nothing more than a mutually beneficial act."

"If you’re afraid that the Qi Family will drag you down, then I will announce the termination of the engagement with the Jiang Family tomorrow."

Jiang Luoshu was so angry that her chest heaved dramatically, her heart filled with anger, jealousy, and a hint of sourness.

She genuinely had feelings for Qi Yunqian.

Yet, she hadn’t expected him to be so heartless.

"Even if you break off the engagement with the Jiang Family, you won’t be able to remarry Song Shiwei," Jiang Luoshu clutched her handbag, took a deep breath, and said, looking at Qi Yunqian. "After the way you’ve treated her, she must hate you to death."

How could she possibly remarry Qi Yunqian?