A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 401 She Wants to Kill Him

Chapter 401: Chapter 401 She Wants to Kill Him

Song Shiwei’s face showed signs of panic, she raised her knee trying to hit Qi Yunqian in his lower region.

But Qi Yunqian easily blocked it.

Qi Yunqian’s expression was cold, he did not give her a chance to speak, forcefully and domineeringly seizing her breath.

Shiwei was unwilling to just accept being bullied, and bit his lip fiercely and ruthlessly, drawing blood.

Which led to an even more violent treatment by Qi Yunqian.

Song Shiwei was kissed until the corners of her eyes turned red, her body unable to restrain the physiological reactions, weakening intermittently, and tears of a physical nature even appeared in her eyes.

Just when she thought she would be kissed by Qi Yunqian until she suffocated.

The ringtone of the cellphone Qi Yunqian had thrown on the ground went off.

Qi Yunqian’s movement paused, a shadow crossed his eyes, and he let go of Song Shiwei.

Song Shiwei finally caught her breath, breathing rapidly, stars flashing in front of her eyes.

By the time she came to her senses, Qi Yunqian had already gotten up and taken the phone.

It was Shifei calling.

Qi Yunqian’s complexion darkened further, his brows and eyes swirling with intense malice.

He looked down at Song Shiwei from above, his gaze extremely terrifying.

Qi Yunqian pursed his thin lips and answered the phone under Shiwei’s panicked gaze.

Then he tossed the phone onto the coffee table.

He reached out his hand and effortlessly pulled the limp Song Shiwei from the couch and pressed her onto the coffee table.

Next to Song Shiwei’s cheek was her cellphone, through which she could clearly hear Shifei’s voice.

"Shiwei sis, how are you? Are you okay?"

"Shiwei sis? Why aren’t you speaking? What’s happened?"

Song Shiwei suddenly looked towards Qi Yunqian, seemingly understanding his intentions, her beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with panic and plea, almost voicelessly saying, "No... at least not..."

Qi Yunqian didn’t wait for her to finish, his long fingers ignited a flame on her body with a strength she couldn’t resist, assaulting her defenses.

Song Shiwei felt her breathing tighten, her mind instantly went blank, her heart filled with shame and anger, and a touch of despair.

She trembled, biting down hard on the back of her own hand to suppress any sound from escaping her throat.

In her ears, she could still hear Shifei’s anxious questioning: "Shiwei sis? Did something happen to you? Say something!"

Song Shiwei glared bitterly at Qi Yunqian, her eyes red-rimmed, tears of humiliation flowing uncontrollably, she didn’t answer Shifei, instead turning her head and fiercely biting down on Qi Yunqian’s arm.

Bastard!

She despised this bastard to death!

Qi Yunqian’s brows didn’t move, his face remained unchanged, but the look in his eyes deepened, tinged with a bit of pity as he leaned down over her and bit her lip.

"Cry out, and I’ll let you go," his voice was husky, filled with intense restraint.

Song Shiwei, humiliated by his actions, felt both anger and shame, her moist peach blossom eyes glaring fiercely at him, silently conveying, "In your dreams."

Qi Yunqian’s eyes darkened, rage surged in his chest, any pity he had for Song Shiwei disappeared in that moment...

Who knows how long it took, but Song Shiwei felt as tired as if she had run a several kilometer-long marathon, so exhausted that she passed out, completely unaware of when Qi Yunqian had hung up the phone.

Just before losing consciousness, there was only one thought in her mind.

She was going to kill Qi Yunqian!

Qi Yunqian’s gaze was heavy as he looked at Song Shiwei, who lay on the couch, her face streaked with tears, her eyes tightly shut, brows furrowed. His face was icy cold, a bitter sense of despair welling up in his heart.

He knew very well.

After today, Song Shiwei truly hated him.

But so what...

Qi Yunqian slowly reached out his hand, wiped away the tear stains on Song Shiwei’s face, a trace of gloom and obsession appearing on his face.

Hate him, and he would still keep her by his side.

He couldn’t stand it, her being in another man’s arms.

He even thought, if he could get Song Shiwei pregnant, would she stop trying to flee from his side?

Qi Yunqian closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the shadows in his pupils were completely withdrawn. He lowered his eyes and muttered, "Hate me a little more, Shiwei."

To hate him was better than having no place in her heart at all.

Enemies and strangers.

He would rather be her enemy.

-

M Country.

An hour later.

Gu Yingxi parked the car in front of a finely decorated villa.

The two of them got out of the car and walked towards the villa.

Gu Yingxi took out the keys, opened the door, and went inside.

Following behind her, Shen Yanhe immediately saw the young man walking out of the kitchen.

The young man wore a pink apron, had a tall figure, a handsome face, and a temperament that was gentle and scholarly.

It was Song Shiwei’s brother whom she had been looking for.

Song Yuche.

Song Yuche, holding a plate of food, turned his head towards them and a gentle smile appeared on his face, "Yingxi, you’re back?"

His gaze shifted to Shen Yanhe, and a touch of curiosity appeared in his eyes, "This is, your friend?"

"She’s my junior and also a doctor. She’s here to give you a medical check-up," Gu Yingxi hummed, briefly explaining to Song Yuche.

Shen Yanhe smiled slightly at him, "Hello, I’m Shen Yanhe."

"Song Yuche." His smile was warm, "Come and eat first. It will get cold soon."

Shen Yanhe blinked her eyes and agreed.

During the meal, Shen Yanhe quietly observed the interaction between Gu Yingxi and Song Yuche.

Most of the conversation was done by Song Yuche, with Gu Yingxi occasionally responding. The atmosphere between them was extremely harmonious.

She also discovered that it wasn’t just Gu Yingxi who harbored tender feelings.

The way Song Yuche looked at her wasn’t entirely innocent.

Shen Yanhe inwardly clicked her tongue in amazement.

She hadn’t expected her second senior sister to like a soft and refined puppy-dog sort of guy.

She thought with senior sister’s taste, she would prefer someone stronger than herself.

After all, her past motto was.

Men only slow down the speed of my draw.

After the meal, Song Yuche took the initiative to wash the dishes in the kitchen, not allowing Gu Yingxi a chance to get involved.

Shen Yanhe sneakily approached and asked Gu Yingxi, who was eating fruit, in a lowered voice, "Second senior sister, tell me, when are you two getting married?"

Gu Yingxi nearly choked on an apple. She shifted uncomfortably, muttering under her breath, "What are you talking about? What marriage?"

"Don’t pretend in front of me." Shen Yanhe gestured towards the kitchen, "I don’t believe that you can’t see he’s interested in you."

"Where is he interested in me?" Gu Yingxi said, crossing her legs and biting into her apple, mumbling, "It’s just because he knows me, he has a bit of a young bird’s fixation on me, don’t overthink it."

Shen Yanhe blinked meaningfully, "Really?"

"Of course." Gu Yingxi couldn’t meet Shen Yanhe’s gaze, nodding with neither a strong rationale nor a strong tone.

Song Yuche just happened to walk out of the kitchen, and Gu Yingxi sat up halfway and waved at him, "Song Yuche, come here, let junior sister give you a check-up."

"Okay."

Song Yuche took off his apron and walked over.

Shen Yanhe didn’t ask any further and instructed Song Yuche to sit down so she could take his pulse.