A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 50: My wife’s gown has already been tailor-made for her.

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: My wife’s gown has already been tailor-made for her.

Shen Huai’s eyes widened, and his pale little face turned somewhat red with anger. He stuttered twice, only able to spit out a few words, "How could, how could she be so mean!"

Shen Huai believed in his sister unconditionally.

As soon as Yanhe explained it to him, he believed her.

"Sister, I’m sorry. I was too quick to trust others and made you worry again," Shen Huai said to Shen Yanhe with a guilty look.

He truly wanted to protect his sister.

But in the end, it was his sister who ended up protecting him.

And worrying about him, working hard for him.

"It’s alright, Ah Huai. You didn’t know the situation at the time, and it’s also my fault for not explaining things to you clearly right away," Shen Yanhe said with a comforting smile towards him. She then changed the subject and chatted with him for a bit until she saw him fall asleep from exhaustion, only then did she go to sleep on the caretaker’s bed outside.

In the following two days, Shen Yanhe stayed in the hospital with Shen Huai, and only when she saw him gradually recovering did she breathe a sigh of relief.

It wasn’t until the third day that someone from the Fu residence came.

San Fang spoke with respectful demeanour, "Young Madam, the Young Master instructed me to inform you that you need to return to the manor tonight. Tomorrow is the Qi Family’s young master’s engagement banquet, and you need to attend the banquet with the Young Master."

Shen Yanhe was momentarily disoriented before she remembered that Xia Ran had mentioned, the engagement banquet of Qi Yunqian and Shiwei would take place after three days.

She had been observing Shen Huai’s condition in the hospital these past days and had completely forgotten about the engagement banquet.

"Alright, I’ll say goodbye to Ah Huai and then follow you back," she said as she donned a special protective cover and went into the ward to bid Shen Huai farewell.

Shen Huai sat on the hospital bed, looking at her reluctantly, "Sister, can you bring brother-in-law with you next time you come?"

"Sure."

Shen Yanhe agreed without hesitation, "Next time, I’ll have him come with me."

After giving Shen Huai a few more instructions to no longer just listen to others, she left the ward and returned to the manor with San Fang.

Fu Family’s manor.

As soon as Yanhe got out of the car, she saw many people carrying boxes in and out, a hint of confusion on her face, "What are they doing?"

San Fang, standing by her side, considerately cleared up her confusion, "The Madam and Miss are preparing the dresses for tomorrow’s engagement banquet. These people are here for their selection."

The real society ladies of Haicheng, when not personally going to the store to pick out clothes for fun, mostly had shop deliveries to their doorstep for choosing.

The dresses were just one such example.

Yanhe nodded in understanding and turned to walk towards the building where Fu Yanhe was.

She had just lifted her foot when a sarcastic voice came from behind her, "Oh my, I thought who it was, turns out it’s the big sister-in-law who hasn’t returned home for three days just after getting married."

Yanhe glanced sideways slightly. Behind her, Fu Yu was walking towards her, arm in arm with Xia Ran, in a swaying, graceful manner. Fu Yu’s beautiful face was full of arrogance and disdain, and her eyes also held a hint of contempt.

Standing by her side, Xia Ran still wore a white dress, her face adorned with a light, gentle smile as if she had completely forgotten her previous embarrassment in the Fu family. Seeing Yanhe look over, she gently chided, "Ah Yu, you can’t speak to your sister-in-law like that, who knows? Maybe she has been busy with something these days?"

Fu Yu huffed with dissatisfaction, "Who knows if she’s been doing anything proper these past few days."

"Alright, alright, your sister-in-law just got back; don’t talk about her like that," Xia Ran said, playing peacemaker. She looked towards Shen Yanhe with a smile and invited, "Miss Shen hasn’t chosen a dress for Young Master Qi’s engagement banquet yet, has she? I’m currently helping my mother-in-law and Fu Yu pick theirs out; would you like to join us and take a look?"

Fu Yu’s eyes flickered with ill intent, "After living in the countryside for so many years, what decent dress can she pick out? Better to let us help her choose."

As soon as the words were out, without waiting for Shen Yanhe to refuse, Fu Yu waved at a woman walking into the hall with a chest full of dresses, "You, bring that chest here."

"Yes, Miss Fu."

The woman brought the chest over, and Fu Yu pointed, "Set it down on the ground and take the dresses out one by one for me to see."

With joy on her face, the woman gleefully complied, "Yes, Miss Fu."

The Fu Family was the biggest employer for all those in the dress shops; it was a pity that the last time she delivered dresses, Miss Fu had continuously criticized their designs as vulgar and had never been satisfied.

Now that she was finally willing to buy, how could the woman not be happy?

Fu Yu folded her arms across her chest and slightly lifted her chin as she commanded, "Take the dresses out one by one."

Obediently, the woman took out the dresses one by one, laying them out before Shen Yanhe. The dresses were either pink, red or purple, all in very bright shades. Even a fairy would be dragged down to the mortal realm if she put one on.

Or they were halter neck dresses with slits up the thigh, revealing and vulgar.

Looking back and forth, Fu Yu pointed to a pink halter-neck dress, "This one, this very one seems quite suitable for my sister-in-law. Sister-in-law, hurry up and change into it. I’ll find someone to help design your makeup."

Xia Ran’s eyes flickered slightly, and with a smile, she said, "Indeed, this dress is boldly designed, bright yet not vulgar, very fitting for Miss Shen."

Shen Yanhe looked expressionlessly at the pink sling dress before her. It was a knee-length skirt dress with a hollow-out design at the waist, which, at first glance, looked like a cheap, provocative nightgown bought for 40 yuan on some adult website.

These two were clearly trying to insult her.

"Why isn’t Sister-in-law accepting it?" Fu Yu pouted discontently, "Could it be that you’re not satisfied with the dress I picked out for you?"

Xia Ran chimed in, "Could it be that Miss Shen is hesitant to accept it because she has never seen such a dress before? Don’t be afraid, Miss Shen. The dress isn’t very expensive, and moreover, it’s Fu Yu who picked it out for you. You should accept her kindness."

Facing their relentless pressure, Shen Yanhe’s eyes flickered with annoyance, and a soft smile appeared on her face as she spoke gently, "Not at all, how could you think such a thing?"

"I’d be very happy for you to choose for me, but I prefer dark colors; this one is too garish. To be honest, it suits young ladies like Fu Yu and Xia Ran better than it does me."

The expressions on Fu Yu and Xia Ran’s faces changed slightly.

Fu Yu glared at Shen Yanhe, very displeased, "This vulgar color suits me? Are you blind?"

She snorted with a hint of petulance, "Anyway, you won’t be buying any other dresses today except this one!"

"She doesn’t need to buy any."

A low, magnetic voice suddenly rang out, and Shen Yanhe instinctively turned to look.

At the end of the small path where she stood, Fu Yanhe, dressed in a tailored black suit, his demeanor noble and elegant, was being pushed along by Wu Fang.

His dark eyes swept over her, then lightly fell on the now discolored Fu Yu and Xia Ran as he said, "The dress for my wife has already been custom-made for her."