A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 52: The Poison Emerges

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: The Poison Emerges

On the other side.

Shen Yanhe pushed Fu Yanhe along the smooth path, her eyes lowered as she looked at him, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned with a hint of a smile, "I want to thank Mr. Fu for speaking up for me earlier."

Fu Yanhe’s hands were clasped on his lap, his expression indifferent, but his tone was somewhat mocking, "Weren’t you quite articulate in front of me before?"

"How come you just let others pick on you? Could it be that after a few days in the hospital, you turned yourself into a mute?"

Shen Yanhe fell silent: "..."

In fact, she was about to take action just now.

But then Fu Yanhe arrived.

She could only let them off for the time being and wait to find an opportunity to trap Fu Yu tonight.

"Mr. Fu must be disappointed, but I haven’t gone mute."

"If you’re not mute, remember, if someone gives you a hard time again, just fight back directly, and remember, you are now the wife of Fu Yanhe."

Shen Yanhe blinked, looking down at Fu Yanhe, a sense of strangeness welling up in her heart.

Why did Fu Yanhe seem to despise the Fu family so much?

From the first day she met him and the subsequent times they spent together, Shen Yanhe faintly sensed that Fu Yanhe had a strong aversion to the Fu family.

The only one he seemed to treat decently was his mother, Jiang Yun.

She hesitated for a moment then asked the question, "But Fu Yu is your sister..."

Fu Yanhe laughed softly, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "Sister?"

"That fool doesn’t deserve to be my sister, and besides, my sister is not a role that just anyone can claim, the same goes for family."

Now Shen Yanhe was certain, Fu Yanhe truly despised the Fu family.

This realization caused Shen Yanhe to grip the wheelchair’s handles a bit tighter, her heart suddenly skipping a beat.

No matter why Fu Yanhe detested the Fu family, it was good news for her.

As long as he detested them, he wouldn’t intervene to save the real culprit.

And when it came to dealing with the culprit, she wouldn’t be standing on the opposing side, becoming his enemy.

Afterwards, the two didn’t speak again; Shen Yanhe took Fu Yanhe to his room, then turned to go to her own room to wash up.

Before she left, Fu Yanhe’s dark eyes followed her, "Come over later to try on the dress for tomorrow; if it doesn’t fit, there’s still time to make some alterations."

Shen Yanhe was momentarily stunned, having not expected Fu Yanhe’s offer to tailor a dress for her was genuine; she had thought it was just something he said casually in front of Fu Yu and Xia Ran.

At that moment, it felt as if her heart was struck by something, a certain warmth spreading through her.

She nodded, "Alright, I’ll be there soon."

-

After Shen Yanhe left, Qi Fang, who wore his hair in a crew cut and exuded a fierce demeanor, walked in with some documents, "Young Master, we have some leads on the matters you asked us to investigate about the young madam."

Fu Yanhe’s eyes narrowed slightly, he commanded, "Speak."

"The young madam did indeed take a car to Haicheng at dawn, but after she arrived in Haicheng, she didn’t check into a hotel; instead, she went somewhere else."

Qi Fang spread the photographs and documents on the table while speaking, "According to the footage from surveillance cameras along the way, the place the young madam went to is in the direction of the MX underground fighting ring."

Qi Fang had also been quite shocked when he discovered this information.

He had never anticipated that the seemingly docile and clever young mistress could actually be fighting with fists in private.

Fu Yanhe’s slightly closed eyes suddenly opened wide, a few traces of cold sharpness flashing through them as he slowly lowered his head, his expression inscrutably staring at the photo cut from the monitoring footage on the table.

The photo only captured the back of a young girl wearing a white blouse and jeans, with one hand in her pocket, walking forward with a casual gait.

She looked nothing like the person who was pretending to be obedient and soft in front of him now.

Qi Fang glanced at Fu Yanhe cautiously before speaking, "But it’s strange, our gym’s surveillance didn’t capture any footage of the young mistress entering or exiting."

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but make excuses for the young mistress, "It’s also possible that the young mistress never went to the MX underground ring but went somewhere else, right?"

Fu Yanhe’s expression was obscure and unclear, his pale and slender hand tightly clutching a photo, crinkling it with several folds, and he said in a low voice, "Copy the surveillance footage and send it to Shifei, let him see if anyone has tampered with it."

Qi Fang hadn’t considered that possibility, but now that Fu Yanhe mentioned it, he too felt that the surveillance footage he reviewed today had an odd sense of discordance.

He promptly nodded his head, took out his phone, and sent the saved surveillance footage to Shifei.

As for why he didn’t directly show it to Fu Yanhe, who was also a hacker.

Need that even be asked?

Why use a butcher’s knife to kill a chicken!

Moreover, since the young master was not in good health, there was no need for him to trouble himself with these matters.

After confirming that the video had been sent, Qi Fang looked towards Fu Yanhe and said, "Oh right, young master, Ba Fang said that he has managed to invite Doctor YM from the M nation."

"Doctor YM has accepted his invitation and will return to our country in half a month to discuss with us in detail."

Fu Yanhe’s eyebrows suddenly furrowed tightly, a wave of dull pain coming from his chest, which he endured, nodding calmly, "Hmm, you guys will handle the negotiations when the time comes."

Qi Fang nodded in response, about to say something more, but seeing Fu Yanhe’s pale complexion, he sensed something was wrong and immediately asked, "Young master, your face is very pale, are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to call Liu Fang over for you?"

Out of all their siblings, only Liu Fang knew medicine.

Fu Yanhe shook his head by a very small degree, just about to speak, when a sweetness in his throat led to a flow of blackish-red blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, striking terror into Qi Fang, "Young master!"

Fu Yanhe’s vision began to white out, his hands gripping the wheelchair armrests so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, and his forehead was covered with a dense layer of cold sweat due to the pain, yet he didn’t utter a sound.

Qi Fang, struck with panic, quickly took out his phone and called Liu Fang. As soon as the other side picked up, he blurted out, "Brother Liu, the young master is vomiting blood! Hurry back!"

On the other end of the phone, Liu Fang abruptly stood up and urgently shouted, "Quick, quick, quick! Go find the young mistress!"

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

Before Qi Fang could go looking for someone, Shen Yanhe, who had changed into a white T-shirt and denim overalls, opened the door and walked in, immediately noticing Fu Yanhe’s condition.

He had been poisoned.

Her heart sank, she quickened her pace, and without pausing, pulled out the Golden Needle she had brought specially, instructing Qi Fang, "Help me pin down his limbs."

Qi Fang, as if seeing a savior, hurriedly stepped forward to help her hold down Fu Yanhe, who was violently convulsing.

Shen Yanhe swiftly inserted the needles into his body.

Renzhong, Shaoshang, Yinbai...

Gradually, the wildly convulsing Fu Yanhe calmed down, turned his head, and spat out a mouthful of black blood, soaking wet as if he had been dragged out of the water.

Seeing that he had spat out the blood, Shen Yanhe’s heart finally eased, and she reached out to gently pat his back, softening her voice to comfort him, "It’s all right now, there’s nothing to worry about, the poison blood has been vomited out, it won’t hurt anymore."

Fu Yanhe, in a daze, seemed to see the young girl who had once taken him out of a dark room, subconsciously reaching out to embrace the waist of the person in front of him, holding her tight, and resting his head on her lower abdomen, shivering as he said, "Cold..."