A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities -
Chapter 46 Mr. Fu, how about I fix your face first?
Chapter 46: Chapter 46 Mr. Fu, how about I fix your face first?
"Eighty million?!" Shen Yingying’s voice instantly shot up, and she stared at him with wide eyes, "Where would I get that much money?"
The Shen Family in Haicheng was only considered a second-rate wealthy family, and the company’s liquid assets were just two hundred million! Although she was the precious daughter of the Shen Family, her monthly allowance was only one million!
Where would she find eighty million to give to Chen Haowu?
"I don’t care about that," Chen Haowu sneered, his gaze at Shen Yingying filled with both threat and intense malice, "If you can’t do it, I will not only hand over the audio to the Fu Family but also pester the Shen Family and even propose a marriage alliance with your family."
"You know how wildly that ’intimate photo’ of us has circulated online. If I come forward to confirm our romantic relationship, no matter how you try to explain, no one will believe you."
Public opinion is an invisible blade that kills.
Shen Yingying once used public opinion to drive a younger and prettier livestreamer to suicide.
Now, she was finally bitten back by public opinion.
She was very clear that in today’s world, it was really easy to ruin a girl.
So, she dared not talk back to Chen Haowu.
A shadow flittered across Shen Yingying’s eyes, and she gritted her teeth as she agreed, "Fine."
"It’s just that Shen Huai became ill today, and Shen Yanhe will definitely be watching closely for a while. I will wait for some time before making a move, and then you’ll help me."
Chen Haowu nodded unconcernedly, "Okay."
After all, he was not the one who would take action.
When that time comes, if Shen Yanhe is driven mad from the provocation, and the Fu Family comes looking for trouble, they won’t be able to trace it back to him.
At that time, there would still be the Shen Family to divert the Fu Family’s fury onto them instead of the Chen Family.
Shen Yingying glanced at him, her eyes brimming with a venomous light, her hand gripping her purse tightening and tightening again.
The recording in Chen Haowu’s hands was like a bomb.
She had to find an opportunity to completely defuse this bomb.
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Fu Family Estate.
Inside Shen Yanhe’s room, the sound of water suddenly stopped.
The bathroom door was opened from the inside, and Shen Yanhe, who had changed into a white shirt and jeans, came out.
Her long hair was wet and messily draped over her, with a white dry towel hanging around her neck.
There was no one else in the room. She shed the gentle facade she usually maintained and released a bit of her sharp, cold edge. Her pale lips were tightly pressed together as she walked decisively towards the phone that was continuously vibrating on the table, with her long, toned legs.
Her slender fingers, wet with droplets of water, touched the phone’s answer button, "Old man, what’s up?"
An elderly voice came through the phone, "Little Miao, I heard from Second Brother that you were asking him for the biological laboratory’s CO2 agent, is Huai acting up again?"
Shen Yanhe sat emotionlessly in the computer chair and replied, "Yes."
The CO2 agent was what she had contacted her second martial brother for while waiting to return to the operating room from the surveillance room.
The CO2 agent was for injecting into Shen Huai. It could help him "get some air" each month and was also a powerful drug that could save Shen Huai’s life.
She originally thought that Shen Huai was more likely to be in danger than safe today, as the CO2 agent for the previous month had already been used up on him and she had none left, so she had Second Brother send it over urgently.
She didn’t expect that this would alarm the old man living in retirement in the countryside.
"Little Miao, you must understand that the CO2 agent is not a panacea. It’s only used to keep Huai hanging on, but if it’s overused, Huai will develop a severe dependency on it,"
"At that point, regardless of the side effects it may bring, for Huai, it would be lethal," the elderly voice warned very seriously, educating his reckless disciple.
Shen Yanhe curled up in the chair, her damp hair hanging down by her face, and the tips dripping water, wetting a patch on her shoulder.
Her eyes slightly closed, she asked in a somewhat bewildered voice, "Old man, did I do something wrong?"
"Should I have not agreed to let Ah Huai go out for fresh air one day every month?"
If she had not agreed at the time, Shen Huai would not have faced such danger that day.
After all, she did bear some responsibility for Shen Huai’s illness this time.
She had been too confident in the C02 medication she had created.
The elderly man on the phone sighed, "Little He Miao, don’t belittle yourself. As a sister, you’ve done very well."
"If Xiao Huai doesn’t make it, that’s his fate."
Severe combined immunodeficiency is inherently a terminal illness with no chance of survival.
If it weren’t for Little He Miao’s early research on the C02 medication, Shen Huai would have died during his illness three years ago.
It was the C02 medication that has allowed him to live, albeit in a muddled state.
"Forget it, I’ll come to Haicheng in a couple of days to take care of Xiao Huai in person. Phone calls are expensive; I’m going to hang up."
Having said that, he did not give Shen Yanhe the chance to refuse and abruptly hung up the phone.
Hearing the beeping sound from the phone, Shen Yanhe’s face showed a hint of helplessness.
This old man, his temperament is as impetuous as ever.
Fearing that the old man would call for a car to Haicheng immediately after hanging up, Shen Yanhe quickly sent a message to her third senior brother asking him to stop the old man, only then feeling relieved.
She wasn’t against the old man coming, it’s just that Haicheng was in chaos at the moment, and she hadn’t decided whether to tell them about her marriage.
Besides, the old man had long been accustomed to the rural landscapes.
Asking him to live in the big city again, he wouldn’t be comfortable.
Moreover, she wasn’t so incapable that she couldn’t even protect her own brother.
This time, she had been careless; it wouldn’t happen again.
Once confident that her third senior brother would stop the old man, Shen Yanhe finally got up and left the room to eat in the dining hall.
Inside the dining hall.
Fu Yanhe, now dressed in a more casual suit, was lounging beside the dining table, waiting for her. Hearing her footsteps, he glanced at her, his gaze falling on her damp hair, eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Shen Yanhe, go dry your hair before you come to eat," he said.
"No need," Shen Yanhe gathered her hair back, revealing her moist, fair, and delicate face, her cat-like eyes slightly curved, "It’ll dry in a bit."
Fu Yanhe furrowed his brows slightly, then turned to the maid standing by, his pale, distinct knuckles gestured towards Shen Yanhe, "Go, dry the young madam’s hair."
The maid nodded and walked towards Shen Yanhe.
Helpless, Shen Yanhe could only comply and followed the maid to partially dry her hair before coming back down.
While eating, Shen Yanhe couldn’t help but glance more at Fu Yanhe, who was eating his meal with elegance and grace. When he looked up at her, she smiled at him, "Mr. Fu, how about we fix your face first?"
No one likes living with a disfigured face.
Detoxification and treating his legs require time, but healing his disfigured face only needs several scar removal medications she had previously developed, and it could be restored to its original state.
Moreover, she was also very curious about what Fu Yanhe’s face would look like after it was healed.
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