A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 423: Departure, Attending the Banquet

Chapter 423: Chapter 423: Departure, Attending the Banquet

On the other side.

Shen Yanhe followed Fu Yanhe in a dazed state.

After her adrenaline had dropped, her vision became even blurrier, a strong drowsiness washed over her, and she staggered as she walked.

After bumping into Fu Yanhe’s back for the third time, Shen Yanhe simply closed her eyes and lay on it, unmoving.

Fu Yanhe, both helpless and amused, turned around, took her into his arms, and called her gently, looking down, "Yanyan?"

Shen Yanhe snuggled into his arms like a cat, her soft cheek rubbing against his chest, "Hold me."

Fu Yanhe sighed softly, bent down to pick her up, and even bounced her up and down a little, "You’re light."

The incident with Shen Huai had indeed been a big blow to Shen Yanhe.

These days she hadn’t eaten much, and in just a few days, she had noticeably slimmed down.

Shen Yanhe ignored him, buried her head into his shoulder, closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep.

Fu Yanhe carried her back to the room, gently placed her on the bed, and covered her with a blanket.

As he got up to wash up, Shen Yanhe, who had originally closed her eyes, suddenly opened them, stretched out her hand to grab his collar, and leaned in to kiss him.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes darkened, he held the back of her head, and deepened the kiss without any hesitation.

Fu Yanhe’s large hand firmly gripped her slender index finger, held her down on the bed in a decidedly dominating position, gently took her soft lips, and gradually deepened the kiss step by step.

Just as he was about to go further, Shen Yanhe suddenly put her hand on him and pushed, her brow furrowed as she mumbled, "Sleepy, I want to sleep."

Fu Yanhe’s eyebrows twitched slightly, his well-defined fingers gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, and he spoke slowly, "Go ahead and sleep."

Shen Yanhe sleepily blinked her eyes at him and then drifted off to sleep.

However, she did not sleep soundly; she dreamt that she had turned into a little boat, bobbing in the tumultuous waves.

She had to fight the annoying winds and the waves that surged up one after another.

By the time she successfully reached the shore, Shen Yanhe was utterly exhausted, too tired to lift even a finger, so she slept even more deeply.

Fu Yanhe carried her to the bathroom to wash them both off before returning to the bedroom to sleep.

After one night.

At noon, when Shen Yanhe groggily woke up, she only felt soreness in her waist and legs, and her head ached.

It felt as though someone had beaten her up while she was asleep, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Shen Yanhe lay in bed for a while; she had been heavily drunk the night before, and part of her memory was missing, but she did remember chasing Wu Fang around.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

A rare shade of embarrassment appeared on Shen Yanhe’s face, and she couldn’t help but silently curl herself up under the blanket.

So embarrassing, utterly embarrassing.

Next time...

She would never drink again.

When Fu Yanhe pushed the door open and saw her curled up into a small bundle in the quilt, his dark eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement, "Awake?"

Shen Yanhe shifted slightly and murmured in a muffled voice.

Fu Yanhe placed the hangover soup on the table, patted the bundle of blankets, "Does your head hurt? Want some hangover soup?"

Shen Yanhe didn’t move; after a long while, she slowly lifted the blanket and crawled out.

Without a sideways glance, she acted as if nothing had happened the day before and got out of bed, "I’m going to wash up first."

Fu Yanhe’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and he responded.

After Shen Yanhe had washed up, she had calmed down from her earlier embarrassment.

It wasn’t a big deal; just a bit of embarrassment.

After getting used to it after a while, she cleared her throat, patted her cheeks, exited the bathroom, and downed the hangover soup in one gulp.

"Let’s go eat."

Shen Yanhe patted her empty stomach and took the lead in stepping out of the room.

Fu Yanhe followed slowly behind her.

After descending to the third floor, when passing by the guest rooms on the second floor, Shen Yanhe caught a glimpse of a door that had been removed.

She paused and asked, "Why has this guest room door been removed?"

Fu Yanhe slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at her without speaking.

Xiang Ling’an’s voice faintly arose: "You have the nerve to ask. You had someone remove this door last night."

Shen Yanhe turned her head, saw the dark circles under Xiang Ling’an’s eyes, and fell into contemplation.

Such a mischievous act indeed seemed like something she would do.

But, she couldn’t remember.

So Shen Yanhe confidently retorted, "How could I possibly commit such a crude act? Senior Brother, you must be mistaken."

Xiang Ling’an gave her a resentful look, then turned to Fu Yanhe and said, "Next time, keep a close eye on her. Absolutely do not let her touch alcohol!"

Fu Yanhe nodded: "I will."

After their banter, they went down to eat together, while Xiang Ling’an dragged the yawning Feng Jiao out to play. Fu Yanhe then went to the study to handle some documents.

Shen Yanhe sat on the couch, holding her phone and played a mobile game for a while.

Half an hour later.

Wu Fang came in with a few strangers, accompanied by a mixed-race young man.

Upon seeing Shen Yanhe sitting on the couch, the young man’s eyes brightened and he approached with a smile to introduce himself: "Madam, good day. I am Yi Fang."

Yi Fang discreetly sized up Shen Yanhe, feeling somewhat surprised.

The Madam was petite, seemingly tender and harmless. It was hard to believe she had sent Wu Fang fleeing in terror last night.

Shen Yanhe also recalled last night’s absurdity. She silently set down her phone, looked at the people in front of her, and asked, "Hello, what is this about?"

"This is the Haman styling team from FY Group. The chief instructed me to bring them over for your makeover," Wu Fang said, "and to select a gown."

Yi Fang’s smile widened: "Madam, I have brought over all the newly designed gowns from FY Group. Would you like to take a look?"

Shen Yanhe nodded slightly, a hint of languor in her eyes: "Let’s have a look."

Yi Fang clapped his hands.

People outside streamed in, each holding a gown on a hanger.

Shen Yanhe looked around and set her gaze on a long, floor-length gold velvet cheongsam, pointing at it: "This one."

"Certainly, Madam." Yi Fang nodded, waved his hand and signaled them to leave.

After spending two hours, Shen Yanhe finally finished her styling.

Fu Yanhe happened to come down from upstairs.

He lifted his eyes and saw the woman in the cheongsam standing in the living room.

Her figure was graceful and her curves exquisite, her long black hair pinned up, and her eyes shone with a brilliance unique to Eastern women.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes darkened as he walked over to Shen Yanhe, stood behind her, and embraced her slender waist: "Very beautiful."

Shen Yanhe’s eyebrows lifted slightly, her body naturally leaning into his embrace: "Are you done?"

Fu Yanhe hummed a response, his gaze falling on her pale earlobe. After a moment, he removed the jade earrings she was wearing.

From an open makeup box on the coffee table, he took out a pair of pearl earrings and put them on her.

The white pearls softened the classical elegance of Shen Yanhe.

"I’m going to change." Fu Yanhe released Shen Yanhe and instructed her twice before going upstairs to change into the suit he had prepared earlier.

Both dressed and ready and with the sky darkening outside, they took Yi Fang and Wu Fang and drove to the Haman Royal Palace.