A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 386: The Thread That Ties Her Down

Chapter 386: Chapter 386: The Thread That Ties Her Down

At the same time.

On top of the abandoned building occupied by the members of the 094 logistics team.

Through Feng Jiao’s earpiece, a sizzling sound of electricity came, followed by a subordinate’s voice, "Miss Feng, it’s that group from Luo Wang competing with us for the task again."

The lollipop in Feng Jiao’s mouth cracked as she bit it hard, her eyes widened, incredulously she asked, "Luo Wang?"

Why would it be Luo Wang?

Doesn’t Luo Wang usually prefer to use very dirty tactics? How come this time...

"Yes, it’s said their chief has also arrived. Money Cat, our boss, probably has already met with their chief. Should we take action against them now?"

Feng Jiao felt a choke in her heart.

Fu Yanhe was here too?!

This is really bad.

"Take action? Quickly have everyone from 094 retreat. Leave the rest to Money Cat," Feng Jiao ground her teeth and said.

Retreat?

The subordinate hesitated a moment, then remembered Money Cat’s boss’s eager-to-kill attitude toward Luo Wang’s chief, and instantly understood.

Miss Feng wants to clear the space for Money Cat’s boss to fight.

Otherwise, once the fight escalated, if Money Cat’s boss threw out a bomb, everyone here would directly be game over.

"Yes, Miss Feng, I will have everyone retreat now."

After the subordinate finished speaking, he hurriedly gathered all the members of 094, preparing to pull out of the chaotic battle zone.

Feng Jiao exhaled, clicked her tongue, her face full of sympathy for Xiang Ling’an.

Hopefully when Yanyan finds out that this was specifically arranged by Xiang Ling’an, Xiang Ling’an can endure Yanyan’s ’bashful iron fist’.

Elsewhere.

Leaving the disheveled Bazil behind, Shen Yanhe was led away by Fu Yanhe.

Bazil, looking bewildered, turned to Jiu Fang, who was draping an arm over his shoulder, "What exactly is going on?"

Jiu Fang thought for a moment, then said, "It’s like this, your Money Cat leader is actually our chief’s wife."

Bazil’s eyes widened dramatically.

What?!!

Money Cat’s leader and Luo Wang’s chief got married??

-

Fu Yanhe brought Shen Yanhe aboard the plane that Luo Wang used to come to Sutanda City.

Seeing Fu Yanhe returning, Shi Fang, who was guarding the rear, rushed out to greet him, immediately noticing Shen Yanhe whom he was holding by the hand.

Shi Fang: "???"

Shi Fang, utterly bewildered, "Madam? How, how did you get here?"

Before they left, wasn’t the madam perfectly fine staying at the manor?

It hadn’t even been half a day; how did she end up here?

Shen Yanhe, with a look of resignation: "A friend was dying, so I came to attend the feast."

Fu Yanhe glanced at her lightly, said nothing, and pulled her toward the plane.

Inside, there was a rest cabinet arranged just for him.

Leaving Shi Fang standing there, utterly dumbfounded.

Only then did he hear Jiu Fang’s voice in his earpiece.

Jiu Fang solemnly, "Shi Fang, you’ve seen the madam, haven’t you?"

"I have." Shi Fang pressed his earpiece, frowning as he spoke, "Why would the madam come to such a chaotic, dangerous place like Sutanda City? Weren’t Ba Fang and the others watching her?"

Jiu Fang let out a cold laugh, "Do you think they could keep her in check?"

Shi Fang puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"We just ran into 094," Jiu Fang spoke indifferently, "The madam is the leader of that 094 group that had past dealings with the chief, Money Cat."

Shi Fang: "???"

Shi Fang: "!!!!"

What?!

Inside the resting cabin.

Shen Yanhe sat on the edge of the bed, while Fu Yanhe sat on the chair opposite her.

The man’s deep eyes gently fell on her as he spoke in a mild tone, "Leader of the Lucky Cat team?"

Shen Yanhe, huddled on the bed, fell silent for a while, then looked at him, "I can explain."

"Head of group 094." Fu Yanhe looked at her calmly.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Shen Yanhe’s gaze introspectively met his, "Stop it, it’s six of one, half a dozen of the other between you and me."

"Not only did you deceive me, but you also ambushed and hurt me."

"We’re even now."

Fu Yanhe didn’t say anything, just quietly looked at her.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Giving up, Shen Yanhe leaned back and lay directly on the soft bed, spreading her arms out in a spread-eagle position: "Fine, I won’t explain. I’ll just accept the punishment."

As she lay down, her injured shoulder stretched painfully, causing her to involuntarily inhale sharply, her pale face scrunching up.

A look of helplessness crossed Fu Yanhe’s eyes. He sighed, stood up, and pulled her up from the bed: "Sit up, I’ll get the medicine and apply it for you."

He admitted it.

He simply couldn’t deal with Shen Yanhe.

He couldn’t bear to see her in pain, unhappy, or upset with him.

A sly flicker passed through Shen Yanhe’s eyes as she firmly grasped his hand, her moist eyes fixed on him, she spoke, "I’ve forgiven you for hurting me, you’re not allowed to be angry either."

Fu Yanhe looked down at her silently: "I’m not angry about your secrets."

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Isn’t that still being angry?

"I’m angry that you went to such a dangerous place without saying a word." Fu Yanhe’s expression was serene, although for the first time a surge of dread arose in his heart. His hand, held by Shen Yanhe, involuntarily tightened a bit.

This time, to get back to Shen Yanhe faster, he used a very aggressive method, directly air-dropping explosives.

Fu Yanhe’s eyelashes trembled slightly, his voice a bit hoarse: "What if, at the time I was dropping the explosives, you were in that building? Yanyan, what would I have done if something had happened to you?"

As skilled as Shen Yanhe was, she was still only human.

Explosions would also cause her great harm.

If she had attacked the terrorist organization’s hideout before him, unaware, and he had dropped the explosives...

Just thinking about that outcome made Fu Yanhe feel a suffocating pain in his chest, as if someone was choking him, making it extremely difficult to breathe.

Shen Yanhe stared at Fu Yanhe, her expression pausing briefly as she understood his current feelings.

If she had almost accidentally harmed Fu Yanhe, almost causing an irreversible error.

She would have been very angry and terrified too.

Shen Yanhe pursed her lips, a deep sense of guilt welling up inside her.

She straightened slightly and wrapped her arms tightly around Fu Yanhe, apologizing sincerely and earnestly, "I’m sorry, it was my fault."

Feeling guilty, she also felt somewhat relieved.

Relieved that she had chosen to attack at night instead of going in guns blazing.

Otherwise, it really could have been an irreversible mistake.

With her concession, much of the anger and fear in Fu Yanhe’s heart dispersed.

He closed his eyes, opened his arms, and embraced Shen Yanhe tightly: "Yanyan, I will give you enough personal space, but if you are going to enter danger, you must tell me."

Fu Yanhe would not confine Shen Yanhe’s freedom.

However, he wanted to be that tether that allowed her to soar freely yet with considerations, to prevent her from making decisions she might regret.