A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities -
Chapter 473: Shen Yanhe: Gave birth to a monkey? (Final - )
Chapter 473: Chapter 473: Shen Yanhe: Gave birth to a monkey? (Final Chapter)
Qi Yunqian tightly gripped the wrist of the woman before him, staring at her with deathlike intensity, his thin lips pressed firmly together, his eyes and brows filled with excitement and restraint.
He had only glanced over here inadvertently.
And he saw a woman with a silhouette that resembled Song Shiwei to an extreme degree.
Qi Yunqian couldn’t help himself; he stepped forward and grabbed her hand.
The touch was exactly as he remembered it.
Qi Yunqian’s eyes reddened slightly, his voice hoarse and stubborn as he asked her again, "Is it you, Shiwei? You’re not dead, are you?"
Song Shiwei, hearing this voice, couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
She turned around, forcefully pulling her hand back, and stepped to the side, her voice calm and indifferent, "Sir, you have the wrong person."
In just a few short months, the man before her had grown much thinner, his appearance barely changed, but his aura had become colder, even more aloof and unapproachable.
Song Shiwei had occasionally heard about Qi Yunqian going out to drink and pull in projects, striving to save the Qi Corporation.
But the Qi Corporation was still in dire straits, just as lifeless as ever.
However, none of that was of any concern to her anymore.
From the moment she jumped off the cliff, the first half of her life had come to an end.
In the second half of her life, she would definitely have no further entanglements with Qi Yunqian.
Qi Yunqian had thought of countless scenarios, but he hadn’t imagined that upon meeting Song Shiwei again, she would utter such unfamiliar words.
He originally thought that Song Shiwei would hate him, blame him, and would want to take his life with her own hands.
But he never considered that she would not remember him.
Qi Yunqian was stunned for a moment, then took two eager steps forward, starting, "I’m Qi Yunqian, don’t you remember?"
"Sir, please don’t come any closer," Song Shiwei warned, taking a step back and stretching out her hand in front of her to stop his approach, her face wearing an impatient look. "I don’t know you, and I don’t want to, please stop bothering me."
She paused, then stated, "I have a boyfriend, and I don’t want him to get the wrong idea."
Boyfriend?
Qi Yunqian’s head buzzed, going blank in an instant.
It felt as if an arrow had pierced through his heart, and he stopped mid-stride.
His eyes turned bloodshot as he looked at her, his voice trembling, "You have... a boyfriend now?"
Song Shiwei nodded nonchalantly, "Yes, I do."
Right at that moment, Shifei drove up.
He instantly noticed Qi Yunqian standing opposite Song Shiwei.
Shifei frowned, parked the car, pushed open the door, and strode to Song Shiwei’s side like a gust of wind, reaching out a long arm to pull her into his embrace, "Mr. Qi, what is it that you want to do with my girlfriend?"
Qi Yunqian stood rigid, his gaze heavy as he watched the closely dependent pair, his eyes turning bloodshot. His voice was hoarse, "Shifei, you knew all along that Shiwei wasn’t dead, didn’t you?"
Shifei glanced at him coolly, "So what if I did?"
Qi Yunqian clenched his hands into fists, biting down on his teeth, feeling utterly dejected.
It made no difference.
If the Qi Corporation were still as prominent as before, commanding a place in Hailing City, it would have been one thing.
But now the Qi Corporation was like a wolf in its twilight years, ambitious but incapable of doing anything substantial.
Qi Yunqian knew all too well that he was no match for Shifei now.
The disparity made him feel awkward and defeated.
Song Shiwei didn’t care to speak any further with Qi Yunqian. She gently nudged Shifei, her voice tender, "Darling, let’s go. The client is still waiting for me."
"Sure," Shifei dimmed his gaze and, holding onto Song Shiwei’s waist, started to walk away.
Qi Yunqian wanted to call out to Song Shiwei but noticed the faint mark on her neck, peeking out from under her collar.
The kiss mark, like a bolt from the blue, froze Qi Yunqian on the spot.
His face turned extremely pale, revealing a woeful smile.
He finally understood, thoroughly, that Song Shiwei had completely given up on him and eliminated him from her life completely.
She had found someone she liked.
In this life, he could never have her again.
Qi Yunqian felt a sweetness in his throat, as blood spilled from the corner of his lips.
The pain in his chest forced him to double over and he slowly fell to his knees, gazing in the direction of Song Shiwei as his consciousness gradually slipped away.
Shifei glanced back indifferently and then looked down at Song Shiwei, tentatively saying, "Shiwei, he seems to have fainted."
Song Shiwei’s face was cold, "If he’s fainted, then he’s fainted. Call an ambulance out of humanitarian concern, but don’t let it bring us bad luck."
Having barely escaped from him once, Song Shiwei had no intention of being kind-hearted enough to get entangled with him again.
Shifei’s eyes curved with a smile, nodding, "Okay."
-
Encountering Qi Yunqian was just a minor episode in Song Shiwei’s life, one she hardly took to heart.
She went back to her usual business, running projects, signing stars, and endorsing Su Qi.
In her free time, she would go on dates with Shifei, or join Shen Yanhe for a secret bite of grilled meat and hot pot.
Before they realized it, five months had passed.
Shen Yanhe’s due date was approaching, and Song Shiwei, worried about her, stayed all day in the villa, watching over her every moment.
Her level of concern exceeded even that of Fu Yanhe.
Shen Yanhe also became the darling of the entire family; wherever she went, people watched over her nervously, afraid she might have an accident.
Shen Yanhe was at her wit’s end.
She sighed, looking at Song Shiwei who had accompanied her to the restroom: "I know my own body; you don’t need to watch me so closely."
"No, that won’t do. The internet says that the closer you get to your due date, the more likely accidents are." Song Shiwei’s face was tense as she carefully supported her: "I have to be cautious. If something happened to you, I wouldn’t want to live either."
Shen Yanhe: "..."
It wasn’t as exaggerated as all that.
She knew that giving birth was like walking through the gates of hell, but Fu Yanhe had already hired the best OB/GYN doctor from the United States and had opened a VIP ward well in advance. Everything that needed to be prepared was ready.
Even Shen Zhong and Hua Tuo were on high alert, ready to intervene at the moment she went into labor to ensure that not a single accident would occur.
With Hua Tuo, a national treasure of a doctor, taking care of her, how could there possibly be an accident?
But seeing everyone so anxious, Shen Yanhe said no more, letting them be as it seemed to ease their minds.
Yet despite all the precautions, an accident still happened.
Shen Yanhe, heavy with her child, accidentally twisted her ankle while descending the stairs but reacted quickly and grabbed the stair railing.
Just as she steadied herself, she felt a wet sensation below.
A warm liquid was sliding down her thigh.
Song Shiwei was startled by her movement, her heart skipping a beat as she rushed over: "Oh my goodness, you scared me to death; I told you to let me help you..."
She was cut off mid-sentence by Shen Yanhe, who calmly gestured with her hand, "Shiwei, go to the hospital."
Song Shiwei’s pupils shrank suddenly, realizing what was happening and immediately pulled out her phone to call Fu Yanhe and Hua Tuo at FY Group.
-
After a flurry of chaos.
Shen Yanhe was taken to the hospital.
Fu Yanhe, upon receiving the call, hurried to the hospital at full speed, his complexion somewhat pale and forehead dotted with beads of sweat.
His hands trembled as he carried Shen Yanhe.
Shen Yanhe had the presence of mind to tease: "Why are you more nervous than I am, the one in labor?"
Fu Yanhe pressed his lips together and kissed her forehead without saying anything.
Shen Yanhe was taken into the delivery room, and Fu Yanhe stepped forward to follow but was stopped by Hua Tuo, who had hurried over and was wearing his long-absent white coat.
"Don’t go in," said Hua Tuo. "It’s too crowded inside, you going in will just get in the way."
"With her father and me there, nothing will happen to her."
With that, Hua Tuo pushed open the door to the delivery room, followed by a stern-faced Shen Zhong.
More and more people began gathering in the hallway.
Gu Yingxi and Song Yuche arrived, while Xiang Ling’an came rushing over with Feng Jiao.
Even Xie Jiangzhi, who had just left the lab and hadn’t had the time to change out of his white coat, made it there.
Not only them, but people from the Lu Family, the Jingcheng Medical Association, and professors from Daxia’s top laboratory filled up the space outside the delivery room.
While waiting anxiously for Shen Yanhe to give birth, pacing back and forth in the hallway, Song Shiwei received a call from an unknown number.
She initially hung up, but the person on the other end was persistent and kept calling back.
Song Shiwei, growing impatient, answered the phone: "Who is this?"
A strange man’s voice came through from the other side: "Miss Song, I apologize for the intrusion, but... Mr. Qi has fallen ill and is hospitalized. Could you please come to see him?"
Song Shiwei scoffed, "No."
"You can let me know when he’s dead, and then I’ll attend his funeral."
With those words, Song Shiwei slammed the phone down.
She continued to pace back and forth anxiously, not giving the phone call a second thought.
What did Qi Yunqian’s illness have to do with her?
When he died, she would indeed go to offer incense twice for him.
-
Two hours later.
The door to the delivery room opened, and a nurse came out first, carrying the baby to the incubator.
Fu Yanhe didn’t even glance at the child; Shen Yanhe was pushed into the VIP ward, and he followed all the way. Gu Yingxi and the others, worried about her, followed as well.
After she was settled, Fu Yanhe immediately came forward to hold her hand, wiping her sweat: "Yanyan, how do you feel?"
"Not bad," Shen Yanhe said, in good spirits; with Hua Tuo and Shen Zhong around, she didn’t suffer much: "The baby? Boy or girl?"
Fu Yanhe: "..."
He looked down, not very confidently: "Didn’t check."
Shen Yanhe: "..."
Outside the door, Hua Tuo, carrying the baby and followed by a crowd, entered the ward, placing the baby beside Shen Yanhe.
He rolled his eyes, "He only has eyes for you; how could he pay attention to anything else?"
Shen Yanhe smiled and looked down at the child beside her.
It was a girl, with red, wrinkly skin.
Shen Yanhe’s smile froze on her face: "..."
Did she give birth to a monkey?
—(The End)—
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