A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 41: Who left the bite marks on your shoulder?

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Who left the bite marks on your shoulder?

Fu Yanhe had never expected that his wife, who left in the morning to look for a job, would appear in a bar with another man, holding hands intimately.

At that moment, he felt as if his head was alarmingly green.

The more he saw Ji Qian holding Shen Yanhe’s wrist, the more irritating it became to his eyes. His brows lowered, his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a touch of fierceness as he intensified his tone, "Shen Yanhe, come here."

Shen Yanhe pursed her lips and walked toward Fu Yanhe. The pulling force on her wrist made her stop and look at Ji Qian with confusion.

Ji Qian looked at Fu Yanhe with a hint of hostility, then turned to Shen Yanhe. His drooping puppy eyes filled with confusion and inquiry, "Yanhe, what is your relationship with Fu Yanhe?"

The title of the Fu family’s young master was well-known in Haicheng, and Ji Qian had naturally seen him. It’s just that when Fu Yanhe was galloping through the business world, Ji Qian had still been studying and was not very familiar with him.

And...

Ji Qian felt uneasy in his heart; he had just heard Wu Fang call her "young madam".

Was her relationship with Fu Yanhe what he thought it was?

Shen Yanhe was stunned for a moment, then spoke openly, "He’s my husband, I’m married."

Her voice was clear and soft, and she did not speak very loudly, but to Ji Qian, it was thunderous, making his brain buzz, his vision swim, and his heart sharply twinge, loosening the grip on her wrist.

Ji Qian’s voice came out strained, almost in disbelief, "You’re married? When? Why didn’t I hear... anything at all?"

Had he... come too late?

"Some time ago." Shen Yanhe did not want to dwell on this topic, smiled at him, and withdrew her wrist from his hand, "I should go to him first. Whatever you want to talk about, we can discuss it tomorrow."

Seeing Fu Yanhe’s murderous gaze, she was afraid that if she didn’t go over soon, he might devour her tonight.

Having said that, Shen Yanhe walked toward Fu Yanhe, while Ji Qian subconsciously followed her for a few steps, wanting to reach out and pull her back, but he abruptly felt an icy glare on his hand.

Glancing where the gaze came from, Ji Qian met eyes with Fu Yanhe.

In that instant of eye contact, the black orbs warned him, freezing his steps.

This pause cost him the chance to call back Shen Yanhe.

A stubbornness flickered in Ji Qian’s eyes, and he pursed his lips, taking a few more steps toward Shen Yanhe.

Ji Haosheng had been standing by Fu Yanhe’s side, watching the commotion. Suddenly, he saw his younger brother at the center of the commotion, even attempting to grab Fu Yanhe’s wife’s hand, and cursed inwardly while walking toward him, calling out, "Ji Qian! What the hell are you doing?"

Ji Qian instinctively looked toward Ji Haosheng and showed a surprised expression, "Bro? What are you doing here?"

Ji Haosheng grabbed his outstretched hand, looped an arm around his shoulder, and led him outside, "What does it matter to you why I’m here? Come with me."

He struggled, "No, Bro, I still need to talk to my friend for a moment, Yanhe..."

Ji Haosheng suppressed him and led him out, "You can talk some other time."

Ji Qian was taken away by Ji Haosheng, and Shen Yanhe also arrived beside Fu Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe sat in his wheelchair, looking at her with a cool gaze and scoffing, "Yanhe? You call each other quite intimately."

"Shen Yanhe, don’t forget, you are now my wife."

"Since you carry the name of Fu Yanhe’s wife, stay away from other men."

Shen Yanhe was still confused, but after hearing what Fu Yanhe said next, she understood. It seemed that Fu Yanhe had misunderstood her relationship with Ji Qian.

However, to her, Fu Yanhe’s misunderstanding seemed rather absurd.

Her marriage to Fu Yanhe was purely a business alliance; the two of them had no emotional foundation.

Fu Yanhe had an aversion to women, and who knows, maybe after she had taken her revenge and healed his body, he would want to divorce her?

But what he said wasn’t wrong; she was still wearing the title of the Fu family’s elder young mistress and should maintain a distance from other men.

After some thought, Shen Yanhe still offered an explanation: "Ji Qian and I are just friends, there’s nothing more to it."

"Don’t worry, I will be careful to keep my distance in the future."

When Fu Yanhe heard her explanation, his expression improved slightly, and the tumultuous emotions in his heart subsided a bit. He instructed Wu Fang to take care of the two drunkards from earlier and then prepared to leave with Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe took a couple of steps with him and then turned her head, looking worriedly in Song Shiwei’s direction, only to find that Song Shiwei, Qi Yunqian, and Shifei had already left HaoSheng Bar at some point.

She took out her cell phone and sent a message to Song Shiwei before catching up with Fu Yanhe.

HaoSheng Bar’s underground parking garage.

Fu Yanhe got into the car first. As Shen Yanhe was boarding, a pair of large hands suddenly reached out from inside the car, grabbed her wrist, and yanked hard.

Shen Yanhe instinctively stabilized herself, and Fu Yanhe, not expecting her to remain steady, slid his hand down and grabbed hold of her sleeve, pulling with force.

With a "crack," the button at Shen Yanhe’s chest gave way under the strain and burst open, revealing her fair and delicate collarbone and her tender, rounded shoulders in the process.

Fu Yanhe hadn’t expected to rip open her neckline, and his instinct was to look away, but then he caught sight of a bite mark on her exposed shoulder.

The bite mark was stark, clearly inflicted not long ago by someone’s fierce bite.

Fu Yanhe’s pupils contracted slightly as a blurry image flashed through his mind.

In a dimly lit room, the woman who had barged into his room pinned him down against his will. Unable to escape, he gripped the woman’s slender waist tightly and bit down hard on her shoulder.

Fu Yanhe’s expression changed rapidly, and with a strong pull, he dragged Shen Yanhe closer. The other hand, which was free, tore her neckline even wider, exposing the unhealed bite mark on her shoulder and he demanded in a terrifying tone, "Who left the bite mark on your shoulder?"

"Speak!"

Shen Yanhe had not anticipated such a turn of events. Her heart sank, but she endeavored to keep her face calm and spoke when Fu Yanhe pressed for an answer, "Mr. Fu, I am a fully grown woman with a healthy body. Having a boyfriend before marriage is quite normal, isn’t it?"

"This bite mark was left by my ex-boyfriend during our break-up sex."

She absolutely couldn’t reveal to Fu Yanhe the fact that she had forced herself on a man before their marriage.

Even lying about having had sex with an ex-boyfriend before their marriage was better than telling the truth.

Yes, that was true.

Fu Yanhe’s face darkened as he looked at her, a hint of indescribable irritation rising in his heart, and he couldn’t help but tighten his grip on her wrist.

Yet the doubts in his heart about her didn’t lessen in the slightest.

After all, the location of that bite mark was too much of a coincidence.

Taking into account what had happened before...

It was hard for him not to suspect that there was something between S and Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe endured the pain in her wrist from his grip and, seeing his extremely unpleasant expression, added, "Don’t worry, I’ve cut ties completely with him, and we won’t have any future contact."

Of course, the ties were cut completely, given that she didn’t even know the name of that "ex-boyfriend" she had forcibly loved.

And that man was even more heartless, having directly sought her life.

She would be insane to go looking for him.