A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 379: Then I Will Kill Him

Upon hearing Shen Yanhe’s inquiry, Fu Yanhe’s heartbeat quickened slightly, he felt inexplicably nervous. He walked past Melanie hurriedly toward Shen Yanhe, took her hand proactively, and earnestly said, "Yanyan, there’s nothing between her and me, believe me."

Watching this battlefield, Wu Fang, who had just stepped in, quietly backed away.

Qiao Wei also subtly moved to one side, to avoid getting caught in the crossfire should the two begin to fight.

Ba Fang looked around and also quietly moved aside.

This battlefield should be left to the chief to resolve.

After all, it was he who had provoked the young princess of Haman.

Seeing how anxious Fu Yanhe was in explaining to Shen Yanhe, Melanie’s smile collapsed in an instant, her face full of hurt as she looked at him and accused, "Fu, how could you say that? You had clearly promised my father that you would marry me."

"How can you say now that you have nothing to do with me? I’ve waited two years without marrying for you!"

Shen Yanhe looked at Fu Yanhe with a cool gaze, her tone gentle, "She’s waited two years without marrying, having such deep feelings for you, aren’t you going to show any consideration?"

Fu Yanhe’s eyes carried a hint of helplessness as he held Shen Yanhe’s hand tightly, his gaze sternly falling on Melanie, his voice deep and cold, "Miss Farrell, I think you must be mistaken, I have never told the King of Haman that I would marry you."

"Impossible!" Inner pain surged in Melanie, as she stubbornly looked at Fu Yanhe, "Two years ago when you went on a mission to Haman, you clearly promised my father that if he sent someone to protect you on your departure, you would marry me upon your return."

"I’ve never agreed to that." Fu Yanhe’s dark eyes coldly stared at her, "Your father did indeed propose this to me at that time, but I rejected it. I made a new deal with him, that as long as he escorted me out, I would provide him with a batch of newly developed armaments, to which he agreed."

"After I safely left Haman, I had already delivered the armaments to him."

"Miss Farrell, I acknowledge that your father has helped me, and I am very grateful to him, but this does not give you the right to come into my home and speak nonsense to my wife."

Fu Yanhe spoke calmly, his voice faint, "Now, please leave my estate."

Fu Yanhe was so clear in his statement, Melanie knew continuing to cause a scene was futile, yet she was not content.

Melanie clenched her fists then relaxed them, pursing her lips as she looked at Fu Yanhe, "Fu, even if you are married, I still have the right to pursue you. I like you, and I won’t give up."

"I apologize for the disturbance today, I will visit another day."

Having said her piece, Melanie cast a somewhat infatuated glance at Fu Yanhe before she turned to leave.

She knew well that given Fu’s character, continuing to make a scene in the estate not only would not help her cause, but would also make him detest her.

And his wife...

A sinister gleam flashed through Melanie’s eyes.

Once she returned, she would have someone thoroughly investigate who this wife of his was, and it would be best to find someone to get rid of her.

That way, when Fu was heartbroken, she would have her opportunity to strike while he was vulnerable.

As Ba Fang and the others saw Melanie leave, they also silently retreated.

The spacious hall was then left with only Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe swept a glance at him, light and indifferent, "Why chase her away like that? That young lady has been harboring thoughts of you for many years."

Her tone was sarcastically strange.

Fu Yanhe’s eyelashes fluttered down.

He looked at Shen Yanhe and suddenly smiled, saying, "Yanyan, you’re jealous."

Shen Yanhe glared at him and sneered, "Wait until someone comes out one day and tells you he’s my fiancé. Then I’ll see if you get jealous."

She wasn’t dead; she was a normal person with emotions.

If she hadn’t believed that Fu Yanhe would never do such a despicable thing as agreeing to marry someone and then turning around to marry another woman, she would have already settled the score with Fu Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe moved slightly forward, pulled her into his arms, and still wearing a light smile on his face, spoke in a soft voice that sent chills down one’s spine, "Then I would kill him."

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Fu Yanhe placed his chin on top of her head, and the fatigue from dealing with documents seemed to be dispelled. He half-closed his eyes in contentment. "I’m happy when you’re jealous."

It gave him the feeling that she cared about him.

Shen Yanhe’s face looked a bit uneasy. She coughed lightly and changed the subject, "By the way, I might have caused some trouble."

Fu Yanhe opened his eyes, looked down at her, and asked, "Who’s causing you trouble?"

"While I was feeding the pigeons, a young man insisted on inviting me for coffee. I was unwilling and he threatened me, which bothered me, so I taught him a lesson," Shen Yanhe stated nonchalantly. "Apart from me, no one else can develop an antidote. He’ll probably trace it back to me soon."

Fu Yanhe’s dark eyes concealed his emotions, but his expression remained gentle as he dragged Shen Yanhe upstairs: "No matter, let him investigate. I’m here."

"Come on, come to sleep with me for a while."

Shen Yanhe looked up at his slightly dark under-eyes, hummed in acknowledgment, and followed him back to the room.

Meanwhile.

In the largest hospital in M country.

Yuewan Crowley was furiously rolling in bed, scratching his body uncontrollably, his face and neck all covered in wounds he had inflicted by scratching.

He roared uncontrollably, "Hurry up and bring me those useless doctors! I’m dying of itchiness here!"

"They’re here! The doctor has arrived!" The bodyguard scrambled and dragged the doctor in.

Yuewan struggled with the itching in his body and glared at the doctor, threatening, "Treat me quick! If you don’t cure me, I’ll kill you!"

The male doctor nodded repeatedly, stepped forward to remove Yuewan’s clothes for examination, and seeing the densely packed, clustered small red dots on his body, he asked with a shocked face, "Young Master Yuewan, did you eat something that caused an allergic reaction?"

Unable to stop, Yuewan reached out to scratch again and said roughly, "No! I’ve been poisoned!"

"Poisoned?" The male doctor frowned and called the nurse to take Yuewan’s blood for testing.

Seeing him unable to bear the itchiness, they applied anti-itch medication.

But the medicine was no use; he still felt itchiness so intense that Yuewan wanted to bang his head against the wall.

After a grueling half-hour, the blood test results came out.

Looking at the blood report highlighting an unknown element, the male doctor furrowed his brows and asked Yuewan, "Young Master Yuewan, do you remember who you last had a meal with?"

"The toxin in your body is very unique. Currently, the hospital has no medications that can relieve it. If you could obtain the antidote from the person who poisoned you, it would be most ideal."

"If you can’t get it, you’ll just have to endure until a team of experts develops an antidote."

Yuewan’s eyes widened, nearly driven to madness.