A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 418: Do You Look Down on Me?

Chapter 418: Chapter 418: Do You Look Down on Me?

"Bankrupt?"

Hang Mushan looked at Shen Yanhe somewhat dissatisfied, "Master, do you look down on me? Why not just make him go bankrupt?"

"Don’t be afraid of troubling me, even if I can’t do it, there’s still my old man!"

Shen Yanhe calmly replied, "I have my own plans."

Dealing with Qi Yunqian, who considers himself a favored son of heaven and is extremely arrogant.

Merely making Qi Family’s corporation go bankrupt is not the real punishment for him.

Perhaps, after going bankrupt, he might think he’s rid of a big trouble and start looking for Song Shiwei’s whereabouts again, to bother her.

Only by leaving the Qi Family’s corporation half-dead, letting the Qi Family see the dawn of a revival, and binding Qi Yunqian with various moral and ethical constraints.

Allow him to despair amidst repeated hopes.

Let him taste countless frustrations and humiliations.

Let him sink deep into the mire without a way to save himself, that is the best punishment for him.

"Also, tomorrow I will give you a medicine," Shen Yanhe’s eyes narrowed slightly, as she spoke softly, "Take it back to the country, and make Qi Yunqian take it."

Hang Mushan swallowed his saliva and looked at Shen Yanhe cautiously, "Master, are you going to poison him?"

"It is not poison." Shen Yanhe narrowed her eyes and smiled, "It is a kind of medicine that will fulfill his wishes."

Hang Mushan’s eyes lit up, he rubbed his hands and chuckled, "Master, such a good medicine, could you possibly...?"

Shen Yanhe smiled, "No."

"Well, it’s time to go back and rest, you’re going back to the country tomorrow, I’ll be waiting for good news," Shen Yanhe waved her hand and left leisurely.

"Hey hey hey! Master, wait for me!"

Hang Mushan hurriedly followed.

-

Back in the lobby.

Shen Yanhe instantly saw the man sitting on the sofa, tall and slender, with an exceptional demeanor.

Song Yuche was sitting opposite him, his face somewhat tense.

The noise at the door made both of them turn their heads simultaneously.

Fu Yanhe saw Hang Mushan following behind Shen Yanhe, his gaze paused briefly, and he slowly set down the newspaper in his hand, his smiling face warm and gentle.

"Is it taken care of?"

Hang Mushan felt a bit numb on his scalp from that look, feeling somewhat oppressed.

Hang Mushan swallowed his saliva, puzzled in his mind.

He shouldn’t have provoked the Master’s husband, right?

Why did his gaze seem like it was about to freeze him solid...

Unable to help himself, Hang Mushan shrank behind Shen Yanhe and whispered, "Well, Master, if there’s nothing for me, I’ll go to sleep first, I need to get up early tomorrow to return to the country."

Shen Yanhe lazily nodded, "Go ahead."

Hang Mushan greeted the two people in the living room and scurried upstairs to the guest room.

Shen Yanhe sat down next to Fu Yanhe, her gaze landing on Song Yuche, "It’s so late, why haven’t you gone to rest, Mr. Song?"

"I was waiting for you." After saying this, Song Yuche realized the ambiguity of his words and quickly added, "I mean, I wanted to wait for Miss Shen to return and ask you about that... how is Miss Song doing?"

Song Yuche felt somewhat anxious, his eyes carrying a touch of worry as he looked towards Shen Yanhe, "Is she alright?"

Shen Yanhe had performed surgery on Song Shiwei with only Gu Yingxi and Liu Fang, while Song Yuche waited outside.

The lengthy surgery was completed.

Shen Yanhe stayed by Song Shiwei’s side waiting for her to wake up from the danger, while Liu Fang went to fetch the medicine.

Gu Yingxi, who gets sleepy when physically exhausted, nearly lay down on the floor to sleep right outside the operating room.

Song Yuche had escorted Gu Yingxi to rest in the guest room first.

Until now, Song Yuche still didn’t understand Song Shiwei’s condition and whether she had escaped danger.

Although he was unclear about what relationship this Miss Song had with the little girl he had just remembered from his memory, he couldn’t help but worry about her safety.

A flicker of understanding crossed Shen Yanhe’s face as she said, "Don’t worry, she’s out of danger now."

Song Yuche breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "Then, will she suffer any aftereffects in the future?"

"As long as she rests well, she won’t," Shen Yanhe shrugged her shoulders and reached to take an apple from the table to eat.

Sitting beside her, Fu Yanhe reached out his hand deftly and took the apple from her hand, leaving Shen Yanhe stunned, looking at him.

Shen Yanhe: "?"

Fu Yanhe picked up a fruit knife: "Let me peel it first."

Shen Yanhe smiled and nodded her head, acknowledging with a sound of agreement.

She then turned her head towards Song Yuche, continued, "But I can’t guarantee anything if she acts recklessly and doesn’t rest properly."

Song Yuche was eyes on nose, nose on heart, ignoring the interaction between Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe, and nodded, "I understand, thank you, Miss Shen."

He stood up, "Then I won’t disturb the two of you further, you both rest well, I’ll visit Miss Song again tomorrow."

With those words, Song Yuche tactfully went to rest in the guest room.

If he stayed any longer, he reckoned he’d turn into an 800-watt lightbulb.

"Alright, eat some fruit." Fu Yanhe had just peeled the apple and cut it into bite-sized pieces for her.

Shen Yanhe didn’t use her hands to take it, but leaned slightly forward, opened her mouth, and bit the apple piece directly from Fu Yanhe’s hand.

Her soft lips touched the tips of Fu Yanhe’s fingers.

His expression paused slightly, and he unnoticeably withdrew his hand, continuing to cut the apple into small pieces, his tone concerned as he asked, "Tired?"

"Not bad." Shen Yanhe leaned lazily against him, cheeks puffed with apple, "Just that the surgery this time was mentally straining, and I’m somewhat exhausted."

"Finish the fruit and go upstairs to rest." Fu Yanhe’s slender fingertips were smeared with some translucent juice.

He pulled out a paper towel to wipe it off, stuffed a piece of apple into her mouth, then said, "I’ll give you a massage to help you relax."

Shen Yanhe lazily drew out her voice, "Okay."

"By the way." Shen Yanhe turned her head, rested her chin on his shoulder, tilted her head back to look at him, blinking her round eyes and asked, "Shiwei will need to stay in the manor for a few days. It won’t disturb you, will it?"

"If it does disturb, I’ll have my senior brother come and pick her up tomorrow."

"It won’t." Fu Yanhe shook his head slightly, "As long as she doesn’t enter the meeting room, she can wander around anywhere else."

"Good, I’ll instruct her properly."

Shen Yanhe nodded, finished the fruit Fu Yanhe had cut, and after some tender moments and a bit of talking, they went upstairs to rest.

-

Meanwhile, back in the Qi Family home in China.

Although it was a sunny day outside, Qi Yunqian’s room was pitch black.

A tall figure lay on the spacious bed, the slight rise and fall of his chest resembling that of a corpse.

Who knew how long it had been.

The tightly closed room door was opened from the outside.

Madame Qi, who had just entered, immediately smelled the thick alcohol scent filling the room, almost making her vomit.

She covered her nose, frowned, and, avoiding the scattered bottles on the floor, walked over to pull open the curtains and open the window.

Sunlight illuminated the entire room.

The room’s floor was littered with countless bottles of alcohol; the spacious bed was covered with some women’s clothing and messy photographs.

In every photo, the main character was Song Shiwei.

Qi Yunqian lay amongst these photos and clothes.

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