A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 42 Mr. Fu, Your Wife is a Swindling Usurper!

Chapter 42: Chapter 42 Mr. Fu, Your Wife is a Swindling Usurper!

Fu Yanhe stared deeply at her, making Shen Yanhe’s heart race with anxiety before he finally asked, "Where were you four days ago?"

Shen Yanhe was startled by his sudden question but then answered, "Four days ago I was still in the countryside taking care of Grandma. When my third uncle messaged me, I thought Shen Huai had fallen ill, so I caught the midnight train to Haicheng. In the morning, I went to my uncle’s house and then was sent to the Fu Family."

After finishing, a sense of strangeness and suspicion arose in her heart.

Why was Fu Yanhe asking this?

Could it be that he was afraid she was lying to him?

Fu Yanhe stared intently at her for a while, his voice cold as he said, "You had better be telling the truth."

He would have someone check out where she really had been that day.

He would also find out who that despicable ex-boyfriend who’d taken advantage of her was and bring him to light.

Shen Yanhe struggled to maintain her composure, nodding, "Of course it’s the truth."

Fu Yanhe didn’t speak again. His gaze fell on the hint of white skin exposed, and the roundness beneath, he closed his eyes and loosened her collar.

With the release of his strength, Shen Yanhe fell onto his lap. Before she could get up, a coat with a light fragrance of sandalwood covered her head, enveloping her completely.

A deep, cold voice followed, "Put it on."

Shen Yanhe hesitated momentarily with the coat in hand, then obediently wore it, buttoning it up to the very top to cover her exposed cleavage, relieved.

Had she managed to bluff her way through?

Just as she finished dressing and before she could gauge Fu Yanhe’s expression, her phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated.

Shen Yanhe took out her phone to answer the call, and an urgent female voice came from the other end, "Hello, are you a family member of Shen Huai? He had an episode today, please come to the hospital to sign the consent form for surgery."

Shen Yanhe’s face instantly turned pale, her hand holding the phone trembled slightly, nearly losing grip.

"How, how could he suddenly have an episode?"

Shen Huai’s condition was special, the only trigger for his episodes were various bacteria.

But she had arranged for him to be in a specially made sterile ward, disinfected regularly, where he shouldn’t easily come into contact with bacteria, or have episodes so suddenly. How could this happen?

"It’s hard to explain over the phone, please hurry to the hospital, and we will explain everything then," the voice said.

"Okay," Shen Yanhe took a deep breath to calm her panic, ended the call, and looked up pleadingly at Fu Yanhe.

The car was silent. Fu Yanhe had heard the contents of the phone call, and without waiting for her to speak, he rolled down the window and called the driver he had just sent away, speeding towards the Haicheng First People’s Hospital.

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Upon reaching the hospital, Shen Yanhe didn’t pause to thank Fu Yanhe but quickly opened the car door and ran towards the surgery ward.

As the driver helped Fu Yanhe out of the car, she was already out of sight.

"Young master, should we follow her?"

Fu Yanhe’s brow furrowed slightly, he shook his head, "No, go to the director’s office to inquire about the situation."

This sudden episode by Shen Huai made him sense that something was amiss.

He needed to ask the subordinates stationed outside Shen Huai’s ward what had happened today.

In front of the surgery room.

Shen Yanhe ran stumblingly, the nurse who had called was already outside waiting for her with the documents to be signed, taking a couple of steps towards her when she arrived, "Miss Shen, you finally made it."

Shen Yanhe took the pen from her hand, shakily signed the document, and then looked up at the operating room where the surgery was taking place, with reddened eyes and gritted teeth, asking, "How could Shen Huai fall ill?"

He was fine when she saw him yesterday.

"Today was the only day in a month that Shen Huai wore protective gear to go outside for fresh air, and when he returned, someone inexplicably gave him a rose," the nurse put away the file, her expression equally grim. "I told Shen Huai to throw away the rose immediately, but he still fell ill."

Shen Yanhe’s pupils constricted.

Shen Huai’s condition was peculiar; he had to stay in a sterile glass ward at the hospital year-round.

But since two years ago, when she administered a newly developed medicinal solution to Shen Huai, he had been able to wear specially made protective gear to go out for fresh air for one day each month, to prevent physical illness from breeding mental issues.

Even so, wearing the specially made protective gear, Shen Huai couldn’t touch anything.

Because mundane objects to ordinary people might very easily trigger his illness.

Flowers that carry bacteria and pollen, even more, are forbidden for Shen Huai to touch.

Everyone in the hospital was aware of these prohibitions and would not allow Shen Huai to come into contact with flowers; Shen Huai himself was sensible enough not to touch things that could provoke his illness.

So why then, did Shen Huai take a flower this time?

Who sent that flower?

Shen Yanhe’s hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist, her knuckles turning pale blue, her expression dark as water, and eyes red-rimmed with anger, "I demand to review the hospital surveillance."

She needed to know who was harming Shen Huai!

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At that moment, as Fu Yanhe was heading to the dean’s office, a woman stopped him in his tracks.

Shen Yingying, carrying a bag with brain CT scans, pretended to just have come out from the neurology department and coincidentally met Fu Yanhe, her face showing a bit of joy: "Mr. Fu, what a coincidence, I didn’t expect to meet you here."

Her expression then changed slightly, she looked around to make sure no one was nearby, and then with a serious expression, she said to Fu Yanhe: "Mr. Fu, I have something about you, very important, that I need to tell you."

Fu Yanhe narrowed his eyes as he looked at the woman who had suddenly appeared, blocking his way and speaking on her own accord.

He had seen Shen Yingying’s photo in records before.

But it was the first time he was meeting her in person.

Withstanding his chilling gaze, Shen Yingying earnestly said, "This matter is really important, please allow me a few moments to speak, Mr. Fu."

Fu Yanhe crossed his fingers over his knee, looked at Shen Yingying, and said coldly, "Speak."

"Mr. Fu, your wife has deceived you; she is not any wealthy Shen family’s daughter. She’s a country bumpkin and an imposter who usurped another’s place!" Shen Yingying took a deep breath, speaking earnestly, "The real wealthy Shen family’s daughter is me!"

Shen Yingying looked at Fu Yanhe with a guilty face, "The person originally engaged to you was me, but I had a car accident, and Shen Yanhe took the chance to replace me and married you."

She desperately shifted the blame onto Shen Yanhe, portraying her as a woman who would stop at nothing to marry into a wealthy family.

"By the time I woke up, she had already registered your marriage, and it was too late to rectify anything."

"I had planned to come to see you today to discuss this, but I didn’t expect to meet you here, Mr. Fu. Please believe me, your wife is not a good person at all."

"Even after she married you, she continued to remain closely involved with her lover!" Shen Yingying said this while pulling out her phone and showing a photo to Fu Yanhe.

In the photo, Ji Qian was hugging Shen Yanhe from behind, both appeared very close.

This photo was taken today by Lin Chuxian while Shen Yanhe was teaching Ji Qian self-defense techniques; she had done it deliberately and sent the photo to Shen Yingying.

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