A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 421: The Fight Begins!

Chapter 421: Chapter 421: The Fight Begins!

"Tsk tsk, look at Mr. Fu." Feng Jiao stepped out of the cabin and saw Fu Yanhe leading Shen Yanhe by the hand, strolling leisurely ahead.

The two of them looked just like an old married couple, exuding an aura that no one else could penetrate.

It made Feng Jiao envious as she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Xiang Ling’an, who was yawning as he walked out: "Then look at you, huh."

Xiang Ling’an’s yawning halted as he gave her a blank look: "What about me?"

Feng Jiao shook her head without speaking and turned to descend the stairs.

Xiang Ling’an glanced in the direction of Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe, pondered for a couple of seconds, then quickly stepped forward and took Feng Jiao’s hand.

Feng Jiao pursed her lips as a blush spread over her pale earlobes, but she didn’t pull her hand away.

Xiang Ling’an turned his head towards her, his eyes and brows hinting at a smile, as he held her hand a little tighter.

-

Wu Fang and Qiao Wei had already been waiting at the entrance of the villa.

When they saw Shen Yanhe and her group approaching, they quickly went up to greet them: "Chief, Madam, the villa has been cleaned and the meals are ready."

Shen Yanhe paused in her step, giving the two "charcoal men" in front of her a somewhat vexed look: "Did the two of you go coal mining? How did you get so black?"

Wu Fang and Qiao Wei, who’d just been jabbed by Shen Yanhe upon meeting: "..."

In a sense, Shen Yanhe was spot-on.

They really had gone mining.

Fu Yanhe had previously sent them to call Yi Fang and San Fang back.

Just as they arrived, it just so happened that a mine Yi Fang was working on encountered a problem, resulting in a fatality.

The two of them couldn’t leave Yi Fang to deal with the matter alone, so they reported to Fu Yanhe and stayed to help Yi Fang resolve the situation.

Yi Fang’s territory was hot all year round, and after Wu Fang and Qiao Wei were exposed to the wind and sun, they had turned into this state in less than half a month.

Qiao Wei gave a wry smile: "Madam, please don’t tease us."

Shen Yanhe blinked and asked, "Then, do you want some whitening cream? Apply it for a week and you’ll be back to your original skin color."

Qiao Wei’s eyes brightened as he was about to speak, but Wu Fang said, "No need, Madam. We two men getting a bit tanned can show off our masculinity."

Wu Fang clapped Qiao Wei on the shoulder: "Right, Qiao Wei?"

Qiao Wei grimaced but nodded: "Yes."

Fu Yanhe spoke softly: "Let’s go inside first."

Qiao Wei and Wu Fang stepped aside, and Fu Yanhe led Shen Yanhe by the hand into the villa’s hall.

Upon entering, a refreshing cool breeze greeted them, easing the slight furrow in Shen Yanhe’s brow.

"It’s finally cool." Feng Jiao, following closely behind, let out a breath of relief as she quickly approached Shen Yanhe and muttered in complaint, "I was about to die from the heat earlier, and your Senior Brother wouldn’t even let me take off my jacket."

Shen Yanhe, who a moment ago was on the verge of stripping down to her tank top: "..."

She coughed softly, glanced sideways at Fu Yanhe, and whispered to Feng Jiao: "Never mind, men are just feudal."

Feng Jiao gave a small nod: "Right, feudal!"

Fu Yanhe and Xiang Ling’an exchanged a look, a touch of helplessness in their eyes.

"By the way, when does the auction start?" Shen Yanhe sat on the sofa, propping her chin with one hand and tilting her head toward Fu Yanhe to ask.

"The day after tomorrow, but tonight the King of Harman is holding a party, and he’s sent over the invitation. Would you like to go have some fun?"

Fu Yanhe transferred dishes from the dining table to the coffee table and handed chopsticks to Shen Yanhe: "Try these, they’re all special dishes from Harman."

Shen Yanhe considered for a moment and nodded: "Let’s go."

To gather information about the ’immortal’ organization, mingling with Harman’s wealthy circles was the quickest way to receive news.

Because the rich generally cultivate "ears."

Their information is always the most accurate.

Fu Yanhe hummed in acknowledgment, turned to Xiang Ling’an and asked gently, "Mr. Xiang, will you be going?"

"I’ll pass," Xiang Ling’an shook his head, adeptly peeling shrimp for Feng Jiao, who had already started eating, and said, "I’m tired of attending banquets back home; there’s nothing fun for me there."

"Tomorrow, I’ll take Jiaojiao out to have fun. If there’s anything you need our help with, just give me a call."

Shen Yanhe responded with a sound.

After dinner, the four of them went back to their rooms to rest.

-

Shen Yanhe had slept a bit more on the plane today, so she wasn’t feeling sleepy after taking a bath.

Taking advantage of Fu Yanhe being away dealing with matters, she simply got a bottle of red wine from the maid and sat on the balcony watching the stars, sipping from it now and then.

Not knowing how much she had drunk, Shen Yanhe’s round, cat-like eyes took on a slight blur, and she curled up in the soft single-seat sofa, her head tilted back watching the starry sky, lost in her thoughts.

At that moment, Fu Yanhe met with Yi Fang who had just returned from outside.

Yi Fang was a man with a strong build and dark skin, possessing a handsome mixed-race face.

"Our people have already infiltrated Harman, but so far they haven’t found any traces of the Immortal organization," Yi Fang said gravely.

"However, the men I’ve left to watch over the Primitive Forest have reported recent movements there. I’ve already sent people to investigate, but we’ll need some time to get a response," he continued.

Fu Yanhe hummed, lightly sipped the tea in his hands, and said indifferently, "Keep an eye on them and report back if there are any developments."

Yi Fang nodded, "Yes."

"But speaking of which, I’ve encountered people from the Immortal organization before," Yi Fang started after they finished dealing with the matter at hand, rubbing his chin while thinking for a few seconds.

"When I was developing a mine vein before, I saw them gathering herbs. Those people had a strong aura of blood about them; they’ve killed many," he explained.

"Moreover, they’re very vigilant. As soon as they saw someone alive, they immediately fled."

It must be said that these Immortal organization people really are like rats living in the sewers, always shunning the light.

Yi Fang scratched his head, "It’s just that I didn’t pay them much attention at the time, and I let them slip away."

"No matter, those people will eventually slip up one day," Fu Yanhe responded.

"Chief! Something terrible has happened!" Qiao Wei ran into the study in a rush, his face carrying a hint of panic, "Your wife and Wu Fang’s boss got into a fight!"

Surprised, Yi Fang said, "They got into a fight?"

The Chief’s wife, that fierce?

Fu Yanhe’s brows furrowed slightly as he stood up and asked while walking out, "What happened?"

Qiao Wei’s expression was difficult to start, "It’s like this... the lady got drunk somehow, and when she came out looking for some snacks to accompany the drinks, she ran into Wu Fang’s boss who was about to return to his room."

"Wu Fang’s boss just wanted to ask..." Qiao Wei said with some difficulty, "ask the lady how much the beauty cream costs, and the two couldn’t agree on a price, then suddenly started fighting."

Yi Fang, who had been following behind and craning his neck to eavesdrop: "..."

Fu Yanhe: "..."

Fu Yanhe wore a look of mild exasperation as he quickened his pace.

At that moment, in the living room.

Shen Yanhe’s little face was red, and without a word, she balled her fists and swung fiercely at Wu Fang.

Wu Fang didn’t dare to fight back and could only dodge, appearing quite embarrassed for the moment.

The sounds of the scuffle woke Xiang Ling’an and Feng Jiao from the guest bedroom.

Xiang Ling’an opened the door, came to the railing, and looked down, "What’s going on? What happened?"

Wu Fang’s eyes lit up and he quickly shouted to Xiang Ling’an, "Mr. Xiang! Help!"