A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 448 Gu Yingxi: Shall I leave?

Chapter 448: Chapter 448 Gu Yingxi: Shall I leave?

The moment Shen Yanhe’s eyes met his, her scalp tingled, and every nerve in her body screamed danger.

The sense of danger suppressed the joy in her heart from Fu Yanhe’s awakening.

Shen Yanhe instinctively wanted to make a move but forcefully restrained herself.

She locked eyes with Fu Yanhe, her gaze hiding caution as she carefully shifted a bit, "You’re awake? How does your body feel? Any discomfort?"

"..."

Fu Yanhe didn’t speak, just quietly stared at her, his dark pupils still devoid of any emotional ripples.

His reaction caused a jolt of apprehension in Shen Yanhe’s heart, weighing it down — she extended her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "Yanhe, do you remember me?"

The moment her words fell, Fu Yanhe, who had been lying quietly on the bed, suddenly moved.

He raised his hand in Shen Yanhe’s direction, attempting to grasp her wrist.

Shen Yanhe instinctively reached out to block, and Fu Yanhe’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, clearly unhappy as he lifted his hand and swatted hers away.

The two of them went back and forth, inexplicably breaking into a scuffle in the tent.

When Gu Yingxi returned with food, she saw Shen Yanhe pinning Fu Yanhe to the ground, straddling him with her long legs, one hand clutching his collar, and the other raised in a fist ready to strike down.

The moment she entered, the two inside the tent simultaneously turned their heads toward her.

Gu Yingxi: "..."

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Fu Yanhe: "..."

The atmosphere in the tent instantly became eerie.

Gu Yingxi, with an indescribable look, glanced at the two, "Did I interrupt something? Should I leave?"

Shen Yanhe’s mouth twitched slightly, "Senior Sister, you’ve misunderstood."

She turned her head to look at the calmly lying Fu Yanhe, who continued to stare at her blankly, frowning, "There seems to be something wrong with Fu Yanhe; he doesn’t seem to recognize me."

The young woman she had rescued still remembered Lu Jing; there was no reason for Fu Yanhe to have amnesia.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yingxi frowned, intending to step forward to check.

However, as soon as she approached Shen Yanhe,

Fu Yanhe, who had been quietly staring at Shen Yanhe, suddenly turned his head, and his cold, merciless gaze instantly fell on her.

A chill ran down Gu Yingxi’s spine, and she stopped in her tracks subconsciously.

Being looked at with such eyes was like being targeted by a large, very dangerous beast.

Gu Yingxi’s mouth twitched, and she carefully stepped back, pointing at Fu Yanhe from a distance, "Look at him, does he seem to have forgotten you? I think he remembers you quite clearly."

Shen Yanhe blinked and looked down at Fu Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe seemed to sense her gaze and slowly turned his head, his dark eyes continuing to fix on her.

In those eyes, Shen Yanhe thought she could see a hint of innocent grievance.

Shen Yanhe tilted her head slightly and reached out to pinch his face, "Do you still remember me?"

Fu Yanhe’s eyelashes trembled, still staring at her, but his hand at his side sneakily rose, tentatively holding onto Shen Yanhe’s hand.

Shen Yanhe felt the warmth and coolness from the grip of his hand, didn’t struggle, and let him hold it.

A trace of reassurance suddenly appeared on Fu Yanhe’s face, and he tightened his hold on her hand, grasping firmly.

Watching from a distance, Gu Yingxi touched her chin and said, "Look at his condition, doesn’t he appear like he has autism?"

"Autism?" Shen Yanhe was startled.

"Yes, I observed him, and it seems like he’s trapped in another place and can’t fully wake up." Gu Yingxi nodded, trying to describe.

"It’s like an autistic child, confined in their own world, unwilling to communicate with others."

Shen Yanhe contemplated Fu Yanhe thoughtfully, taking in the expression on his face, his reactions, "It does seem like it."

It appeared the young woman was the same.

The entire person was dazed, wooden, with poor verbal communication skills.

It was as if all the emotions and reactions of a human being had been bottled up.

"Speaking of which," Gu Yingxi flipped her dead fish eyes and pointed to the two of them, "aren’t you going to get off him first? This position isn’t too appropriate in front of an outsider like me."

"How about you eat first, I’ll leave, and then you two can continue?"

Shen Yanhe’s face flushed red, she coughed lightly, and quickly got up to get off Fu Yanhe.

But as she moved, Fu Yanhe suddenly raised his hand and clasped her waist. His ink-like pupils were filled with hostility as he looked at Gu Yingxi.

Gu Yingxi: "..."

Gu Yingxi, who didn’t hold anything, made a surrendering gesture: "Okay, okay, I’m going, I’m going."

"But your wife is carrying a child right now, you’d better let her get up and eat something, otherwise she might faint from hunger."

As Gu Yingxi spoke, she slowly placed the food she was holding on a small table nearby and took cautious steps backward to leave.

When Fu Yanhe heard "carrying a child," his eyes slightly lit up, and he turned to look at Shen Yanhe, carefully releasing his hand from her waist.

His eyes emotionlessly landed on her belly.

Shen Yanhe blinked, seeing such a dull and silly Fu Yanhe for the first time, she found it kind of fresh.

When she got up from the ground, Fu Yanhe also stood up and stuck close to her.

Shen Yanhe just went to the small table to grab a piece of bread, intending to step back and pull out a stool to sit down.

She just took one step back when she bumped into a firm chest.

Shen Yanhe slightly turned her head to look.

She found Fu Yanhe standing behind her, less than ten centimeters away.

Shen Yanhe fell silent for a moment, and then moved to the left.

Fu Yanhe also moved to the left following her.

She continued to move to the right, and Fu Yanhe also followed her to the right.

No matter where she went, Fu Yanhe stuck to her like a shadow.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Shen Yanhe heaved a long sigh, she gave in.

She simply went to sit by the bed, which was spacious, and Fu Yanhe could sit there too.

She had just sat down when Fu Yanhe followed her over.

But he didn’t sit down; he stood in front of Shen Yanhe and stared at her for a while, then suddenly turned and left.

Shen Yanhe was stuffing bread into her mouth when she saw him leaving. Startled, she asked, "Where are you going?"

Fu Yanhe didn’t answer her and strode out of the tent.

At that time, outside the tent.

Xiang Ling’an and the others had just finished discussing their strategy when they turned around and saw Fu Yanhe lifting the curtain and walking out.

A hint of joy appeared on the faces of Xiang Ling’an and his companions.

Xiang Ling’an took big strides forward, raised his hand to pat Fu Yanhe’s shoulder, "Good brother, you finally woke up! How do you feel? Any discomfort in your body?"

Gu Yingxi had just walked out of the tent where supplies were kept and saw this scene. She was startled and was about to call out to stop him.

But it was too late.

Fu Yanhe’s speed was incredibly fast. He grabbed hold of Xiang Ling’an’s wrist and with a slight bend in his body, he flipped him over his back.

Xiang Ling’an had no time to react; his world spun suddenly, and by the time he came back to his senses, he was lying on the ground.

Those who were about to come over to greet stopped in their tracks and very tacitly took a few steps back.

Xiang Ling’an: "?"