A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 40: Double Asura Battlefield?

Chapter 40: Chapter 40: Double Asura Battlefield?

When there was noise coming from downstairs, Wu Fang was the first to sense it, after all, he needed to constantly check for any danger around him, guarding against those who might hurt the young master.

But when he looked down at the hall, he saw Shen Yanhe and her group of people.

They were being blocked by two tall, swaying men, who appeared to be so drunk that they staggered as they walked.

Wu Fang originally intended to go down and rescue his lady, but before he could move, he saw a tall, handsome young man take the lady’s hand and shield her behind him.

Wu Fang immediately sensed trouble and hastened to inform Fu Yanhe of the situation.

Fu Yanhe, who had an initially serene face, slightly changed his expression, a few traces of menace appearing between his brows as he frowned, "Why would she come to the bar?"

The sneakily reporting Wu Fang dared not speak.

Ji Haosheng and Qi Yunqian who were nearby also heard Wu Fang’s words.

"The young lady? Yanhe, is she the one from the Shen Family who recently married you?" Ji Haosheng raised his eyebrows, a touch of recklessness in his gaze, "I haven’t yet seen her in person; this is a good opportunity to meet her."

"And to see who has the gall to stir up trouble on my turf."

The menacing look in Fu Yanhe’s eyes grew colder as he glanced knowingly at Wu Fang and said coldly, "Return to the manor and accept your punishment."

Then he took control of his wheelchair and headed outside first, while Wu Fang touched his nose, responding and stepping forward to push Fu Yanhe’s wheelchair.

As they moved from the second floor to the hall.

Inside the hall.

As soon as Shen Yanhe and Song Shiwei walked in, they were blocked by two drunken men, and no one around stepped forward to help, instead encircling them with drinks in hand as if watching a show.

Shen Yanhe could even feel, aside from the two drunks, many disgusting and lecherous gazes falling on her.

As Shen Yanhe was about to take down the drunks who blocked the way and were attempting to grope them, Ji Qian reached out to grab her wrist, protecting her behind him, while Shifei shielded Song Shiwei in his embrace.

The drunks, either emboldened by alcohol or pretending to be drunk, didn’t take Ji Qian, who stood in front of them, seriously at all. Instead, they leered at her and Song Shiwei, whistling at them.

With a sleazy grin, they said, "Beauty, there are already so many people here, not missing us two brothers. We’re much better than this dry white-cut chicken here."

With that, they even thrust their hips forward, making indecent and filthy gestures, "We brothers will make sure you’re dying for more."

Ji Qian’s face darkened as he stood in front of Shen Yanhe, preventing her from being offended, and barked sharply, "Get lost! If you don’t, I’m calling the police!"

Shifei’s face also sank, and he raised his long, pale hand to cover Song Shiwei’s eyes.

The two drunk men, with lust clouding their judgement, got irritated by Ji Qian and shoved him without a word, cursing continuously, "Damn it! Just because I ignore you, you think you’re somebody? Call the police? Who the hell do you think you are?"

By the time Fu Yanhe and his group reached the hall, they happened to see the two drunks pushing against Ji Qian’s shoulders, one of them taunting, "I am the brother-in-law of the police chief of Haicheng! Try making a call and let’s see who they arrest, you or me!"

"I’m laying it down here today! This woman must come with me tonight! Or else I’ll smash her into this bar counter!"

The taunting words fell on Fu Yanhe’s ears, causing him to let out a low chuckle, his already disfigured face looking even more terrifying at this moment, with a frightening ferocity surging between his brows, his pitch-black eyes fixedly staring at that slender wrist being held by an annoyingly large hand.

"Wu Fang, go bring the young madam over and take care of those two eyesores along the way."

Wu Fang responded in a deep voice, exchanged a glance with the brothers secretly protecting Fu Yanhe, and only after seeing them clustering around Fu Yanhe, did he confidently head towards Shen Yanhe’s direction.

He had just taken two steps when a figure moved even faster than him.

Qi Yunqian, with a grim expression, wielding a bottle of alcohol of unknown origin, strode towards the drunkard shouting at Song Shiwei, and smashed the bottle violently on his head.

A loud "bang!" shattered the silence as the bottle broke on impact.

The onlookers who were enjoying the scene couldn’t help but gasp in shock, retreating back a few steps.

Someone recognized Qi Yunqian and immediately asked in astonishment, "Isn’t that President Qi? What’s he doing here? What’s his relationship with that woman?"

"Hiss! It’s not just President Qi!" A sharp-eyed individual spotted Fu Yanhe sitting in a wheelchair, their expression shifted slightly as they spoke, "Look there! President Fu and the young master of the Ji Family are also here!"

Fu Yanhe’s disfigured face was well-known in Hai City’s upper-class society.

There was hardly anyone involved in the upper echelons who did not recognize him.

Everyone simultaneously thought.

Today these two had kicked an iron plate.

They were also curious about what relationship these two had with Fu Yanhe and Qi Yunqian.

After dealing with the drunkard, Qi Yunqian stepped forward, grabbed Song Shiwei’s hand, and pulled her out from behind Shifei, pulling her into his embrace, his face full of hostility as he stared at the now sullen Shifei.

Song Shiwei stumbled into his arms, her expression somewhat astonished.

She had not expected the person who had said he was going back to the company to work to appear in a bar.

At that moment, the drunkard who had taken a direct hit glared with wide eyes, raised a hand and touched his head, feeling the blood on his palm, and with a furious roar, he turned and lunged towards Qi Yunqian’s direction, "Motherfucker! How dare you sneak attack me!"

Before he could reach Qi Yunqian, he was sent flying by a kick from Wu Fang who had quickly caught up to them.

The other drunk, swinging his fists to help his companion, was also knocked to the ground with a punch from Wu Fang, clutching his abdomen and wailing miserably.

For these trained fighters, these drunks who only acted tough in front of women were as easy to handle as lambs.

"Take them away to sober up," Wu Fang instructed, pointing at the two wailing drunks, and four bodyguards walked over, with two dragging each of them away.

These two had dared to flirt with the young madam and had said such filthy words to her; they couldn’t just be let go after a couple of punches.

They had to pay a price for harassing the young madam!

After neatly dealing with the two drunks, Wu Fang approached Shen Yanhe and, in front of Ji Qian’s astonished gaze, said very respectfully, "Young madam, the young master is asking for you."

Shen Yanhe felt an extremely sinister gaze on her, lifted her head, and met the eyes of Fu Yanhe who was sitting in the wheelchair.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes were cold and indifferent as he looked at her through Ji Qian’s gaze and said, "Shen Yanhe, come here."