A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 422: Only the World Where Xiang Ling’an Gets Injured is Achieved

Chapter 422: Chapter 422: Only the World Where Xiang Ling’an Gets Injured is Achieved

Xiang Ling’an’s eyebrows slightly raised as he stood on the corridor, hands on the railing, looking down at the scene below, "Oh, what’s going on here? Did you provoke her?"

Upon hearing his voice, Shen Yanhe, who had been chasing Wu Fang, suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned her head toward him, her round cat-like eyes narrowing slightly.

At this moment, Xiang Ling’an hadn’t realized the danger approaching. He raised an eyebrow toward Shen Yanhe, "What’s wrong? Want to spar with your senior brother?"

Shen Yanhe snorted coldly, "Bad guy!"

As soon as her words fell, she turned on her heel and rushed up the stairs towards Xiang Ling’an.

She was very fast, reaching the second floor in less than a minute.

Xiang Ling’an: "???"

Xiang Ling’an quickly stepped back, "Wait, you’re serious..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when he smelled a strong scent of alcohol emanating from Shen Yanhe, his face suddenly changed, and he turned his gaze toward Wu Fang, who was panting in the hallway, raising his voice as he asked, "Who let her drink?"

Wu Fang took a breath and replied, "Madame wanted to drink herself, she asked the maid for a bottle of lower-alcohol red wine."

Suddenly recalling something, his eyes widened in shock as he looked toward Shen Yanhe, who was charging at Xiang Ling’an, "Madame couldn’t be drunk, could she? Impossible... That wine had such a low alcohol content..."

Three black lines fell across Xiang Ling’an’s forehead.

"Low alcohol content or not, it’s still alcohol!"

Didn’t he know a thing or two about his little junior sister’s drinking limit?

Xiang Ling’an vividly remembered, at his little junior sister’s eighteenth birthday, how their master had made an exception by letting her have a small cup of fruit wine.

Just that small cup had gotten her drunk.

She nearly tore up the master’s house and uprooted all the vegetables that the master had painstakingly grown. Even the passing dogs had to endure her pulling out a couple of their hairs.

And the time when drug CO2’s successful development was celebrated, Shen Yanhe drank a cup of wine, and nearly demolished the 094 base, not to mention.

The bomb that the second junior sister had newly developed almost ended up swallowed by her...

From that moment on, he knew that if he ever wanted a peaceful life, he absolutely must not let Shen Yanhe drink!

If a small cup of fruit wine almost caused chaos, now she’d had a whole bottle of red wine...

Xiang Ling’an felt his scalp tingle. Before Shen Yanhe could reach him, he quickly opened the door, peeked his head out to Wu Fang saying, "I can’t subdue her, you’re on your own!"

After finishing his words, the door slammed shut, leaving Wu Fang standing perplexed in the hall.

Wu Fang: "???"

Did Mr. Xiang just... run off?

Inside the door.

Having just locked the door, Xiang Ling’an turned and nearly collided with Feng Jiao who was coming out of the bath.

Feng Jiao looked at him oddly, "What are you doing?"

Xiang Ling’an explained with an expression hard to articulate, pointing outside, "Little junior sister drank."

Feng Jiao: "..."

Feng Jiao looked complex, "Who in their right mind let Yanyan drink?"

Xiang Ling’an replied, "She drank it herself."

He gestured the size of a wine bottle, "And she had about a whole bottle of red wine."

Feng Jiao: "..."

Feng Jiao seriously suggested, "Should we run?"

Feng Jiao had seen for herself just how terrifying Shen Yanhe’s destructive power could be when she was drunk.

To save their lives, perhaps it was best to run for it.

They could deal with her once she sobered up.

Xiang Ling’an: "... It won’t come to that."

Xiang Ling’an blinked, "Isn’t there Fu Yanhe? He should be able to calm little junior sister... right?"

Meanwhile.

Shen Yanhe stood in front of the firmly shut door, her eyebrows knitted, lips tightly pursed, looking sternly at the door.

It seemed she was considering where to start dismantling it.

A gentle and clear voice suddenly came from behind her, "Yanyan, what are you looking at?"

"Looking at where to start dismantling this annoying door," replied Shen Yanhe, already drunk, her mind muddled by the alcohol, responding instinctively.

After she finished answering, she realized something was wrong and turned her head slowly.

Only then did she notice a man with a tall and slender figure, outstanding features, and an aristocratic air standing beside her at some unknown point.

The man was gazing down at her, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Shen Yanhe blinked and blinked again, continuing to stare at him intently.

Fu Yanhe hadn’t expected that Shen Yanhe, when drunk, would be so adorable.

Her usually delicate and fair face was tinged with a flush, her cat-like eyes moist and sparkling as she looked at him.

It melted his heart.

Fu Yanhe’s fingers, hanging by his side, curled slightly as he raised his hand to gently stroke her hair and spoke softly, "Why are you staring at me all the time?"

"You look good." Shen Yanhe said straightforwardly, looking up at him intently, "I really like it."

This frank remark made Fu Yanhe’s eyelashes tremble, and the hand stroking her head involuntarily tightened a bit.

Shen Yanhe couldn’t help but frown and shake her head, "That’s uncomfortable."

"Sorry." Fu Yanhe quickly withdrew his hand and gently patted her in a soothing manner.

"It’s okay." Shen Yanhe’s face was serious, "Considering that I like you, I forgive you."

Fu Yanhe couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle, "Thank you, Yanyan."

"It’s very late now, Yanyan. Should we go rest?" Fu Yanhe glanced at the clock on the wall—it was almost 1 a.m.—and softly coaxed her.

Shen Yanhe hesitated and glanced at the closed room door.

She was still thinking about taking that door down.

Fu Yanhe tentatively held her soft hand, "Let’s go rest, and I’ll have someone take this door down. Does that work for you?"

Shen Yanhe’s eyes lit up and she nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

Fu Yanhe’s lips slightly curved as he prepared to leave with Shen Yanhe, glancing at Wu Fang, who hardly dared breathe in the living room, "Did everyone hear that?"

Wu Fang swallowed nervously and hesitantly asked, "Heard it, but really take it down? Chief, Mr. Xiang and Miss Feng are still staying inside..."

"Take it down. Arrange new guest rooms for them." Fu Yanhe hummed, giving the orders coolly and indifferently, then took the now obedient Shen Yanhe and headed to the third-floor room.

Wu Fang: "..."

Alright then, Chief. Just keep pampering your wife!

Sooner or later this villa will also be torn apart by her!

Wu Fang shook his head and went upstairs to knock on a door.

Ling’an’s voice came from inside the room, "No one’s in here!"

Wu Fang cleared his throat, "Mr. Xiang, it’s me, Wu Fang, the lady has been taken away by the chief."

The room door clicked open.

Ling’an stuck his head out and took a look, "Really gone, huh? Your chief’s quite something."

Back then, when little junior sister was drunk, even the master couldn’t manage her.

But she actually listened to Fu Yanhe.

Unbelievable.

Wu Fang had a complex expression.

He surely couldn’t tell Mr. Xiang that the chief had used his looks to lead the lady away...

"Once she sobers up, she’ll be fine. Just make sure she never touches alcohol again, not even a drop," Ling’an seriously advised.

Wu Fang nodded, feeling a bit uneasy himself.

A drunk wife was too scary.

"Anything else? If not, I’m going to rest." Ling’an yawned, said this while making a motion to close the door.

"There is something." Wu Fang nodded, "The chief asked you and Miss Feng to move to a different guest room."

Ling’an: "?"

"Why?"

Wu Fang pointed at the door with a complicated look, "Because the lady wants this door taken down, and the chief agreed."

Ling’an: "..."

So the world where only he gets hurt is achieved, right?

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