A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 53: Being Held While Sleeping

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Being Held While Sleeping

Shen Yanhe was caught off guard as he embraced her, engulfed by his distinct, crisp scent. The force around her waist was so strong it nearly felt as if it would snap.

Even pressed so close to her, Fu Yanhe still found it not enough and nuzzled closer and closer into her chest, crying out, "Cold..."

In his dazed state, he seemed to have returned to that dark, bitterly cold, and very cramped little room, where the chill eroded him from all sides, dragging him deeper into the abyss.

Embracing Shen Yanhe was like holding on to his own sun.

Qi Fang, standing behind Fu Yanhe, watched as their usually cold and indifferent young master actually took the initiative to hug the young madam, even rubbing against her and acting coquettishly, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

Yet, inside he felt profoundly relieved.

Thank goodness the young madam was by his side. Otherwise, the young master would have to endure it alone, just like before.

Not wishing to disturb the two of them, Qi Fang tiptoed away, carefully skirting to the door.

Shen Yanhe had no attention to spare for Qi Fang as she held the Golden Needle high in both hands to prevent it from pricking Fu Yanhe.

A hint of helplessness appeared on her soft, delicate face as she looked down at Fu Yanhe, who was clinging to her waist, and soothed him in a gentle voice, "Can you let me go first?"

Fu Yanhe didn’t make a sound, instead tightening his grip around her waist like a rogue.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

She tentatively tried to move back, but Fu Yanhe, seated in the wheelchair, held on tight, nearly falling off as she moved.

Shen Yanhe stopped and sighed out of sheer helplessness, murmuring quietly, "I must really owe you in this lifetime."

Unable to walk away or break free.

And she couldn’t let Fu Yanhe actually spend the whole night in the wheelchair.

It was now inconvenient to call for Qi Fang or Wu Fang to come in.

Shen Yanhe had no choice but to set the Golden Needle on a small table nearby and then bent over to lift Fu Yanhe out of the wheelchair.

Though she looked frail, she exercised regularly and practiced boxing—her strength was much greater than that of most women, even surpassing many men.

Besides, Fu Yanhe had been thin and sickly these years, making him not too heavy to lift.

As she placed him on the bed, Shen Yanhe had no chance to leave before Fu Yanhe latched onto her wrist and pulled her onto the bed.

She stumbled and fell onto the soft, large bed.

Before she could get up, Fu Yanhe, who lay on the bed as if he had found a source of heat, reached out and locked her tightly in his arms, cradling her like a doll.

The posture was too intimate and the proximity too close.

So close that she could hear the ’thump thump thump’ of Fu Yanhe’s heartbeat, mingling with her own rapidly accelerating heartbeat.

Shen Yanhe held her breath, her ears turning slightly red, unable to resist squirming a bit, "Fu Yanhe, let go of me first."

But the more she struggled, the tighter Fu Yanhe held her, placing his face against her neck. The warm breath cascaded over her sensitive skin, his deep, hoarse voice sounding vaguely, "Behave, stop moving."

Shen Yanhe felt a tickling sensation from her neck and her entire body went limp.

Looking at the person before her with a pale face, drenched in cold sweat, searching for warmth like a pitiful little dog, she sighed in resignation.

Never mind.

She thought.

Just let this patient have his hug for a while.

The surroundings were silent, and the soft, large bed beneath her was too comfortable. As Shen Yanhe pondered, she couldn’t help but drift off to sleep.

After an unknown amount of time.

On the warm, large bed, the two people resting together finally stirred.

Fu Yanhe’s long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly woke from the darkness.

As he regained consciousness, his senses returned, and he felt the warm softness in his arms.

Fu Yanhe’s body stiffened slightly, and he slowly looked down.

The girl he held in his embrace was asleep, her dense, curled lashes resting together, quivering gently with her breath.

The soft and delicate little face was pressed against his chest, its side slightly reddened by the pressure.

Fu Yanhe’s face flashed quickly with a look of astonishment.

Why was Shen Yanhe sleeping in his bed? And being held by him?

He clearly remembered, he was poisoned, and then Shen Yanhe came, and after that, his consciousness became somewhat blurry and unclear.

But he still remembered, during the times he was shivering cold, the warmth and softness he held onto.

It was like embracing a sliver of warm sun on a winter day, so comfortable he didn’t want to let go.

So... the person he was holding, was actually Shen Yanhe?

Fu Yanhe pursed his lips and lowered his gaze to look at her. As if possessed by a ghost, he didn’t choose to wake Shen Yanhe up but continued to quietly hold her in bed, his eyes scanning over her.

Fu Yanhe’s gaze slowly fell upon her shoulder, his sharp eyes as if having X-ray vision, able to see through the clothes to the bite marks that covered her shoulder.

His eyes deepened, recalling the report from Qi Fang today.

Could it be her?

Fu Yanhe couldn’t help but think as he reached out his hand to gently touch the side of her shoulder with the bite marks, involuntarily applying a bit of force as if to cover those marks with his own.

If it was her... it seemed he could accept it, right?

Shen Yanhe, made uncomfortable by his hand, raised her own and smacked it away with a "pop", mumbling with a hint of coquettishness, "Stop it... Let me sleep a bit more..."

Fu Yanhe, not unusually angry after she slapped his hand away, kept his gaze fixed on her wrist which was exposed by raising her hand to hit him.

The fair skin of her hand had dense scratches and pinch marks. Some had already scabbed over, others were unbroken skin, just swollen.

On that fair skin, they looked quite horrifying.

These injuries were from when Shen Yanhe went to settle accounts with Gandan Xue and was scratched by her.

When she came back, she wore long sleeves to cover the wounds, and she herself didn’t take these minor cuts seriously, so she didn’t bother to hide them deliberately.

Fu Yanhe’s brow furrowed, his heart trembled slightly, with a hint of discomfort.

He almost uncontrollably reached out, took her restless hand into his own, and brought it in front of him, holding it loosely, carefully to avoid touching those wounds.

The more he looked at these injuries, the more uncomfortable he felt inside, and there was even a hint of anger as his grip on her wrist tightened.

When did she get these wounds? Why hadn’t he noticed them before?

Why did she not take better care of herself?

Shen Yanhe was awakened by the pain from her wrist. She groaned softly, her eyes somewhat dazed as they opened, her voice nasal as she asked him, "What are you doing?"

"How did you get these wounds on your hand?" Fu Yanhe looked at her with a heavy expression, asking very displeased.

Shen Yanhe was still sleepy and didn’t bother to pull her hand away from his.

On hearing his question, she lazily yawned and said indistinctly, "Had a scuffle over a head flower."

They were just minor scratches and pinch wounds. Shen Yanhe didn’t care much about them.

Fu Yanhe’s face remained displeased as he ignored her and stretched out his long hand to press a hidden button on the nightstand.

Wu Fang’s voice came from inside, "Young master, have you woken up?"

"Hmm, bring up the small medical kit."

"Okay."

During their brief exchange, Shen Yanhe was still groggy with sleep.

She hadn’t had a single good night’s rest over the three days in the hospital, afraid that if she slept too soundly, Shen Huai would be harmed by someone.

After returning, she also had to expend her energy giving acupuncture to Fu Yanhe, she was already exhausted. Now, hearing him mention a medical kit didn’t concern her.

Fu Yanhe saw her weary brows and eyes and decided not to bother her, waiting quietly for Wu Fang to bring the medical kit up.

After ten minutes, someone knocked on the door from the outside.

Wu Fang cautiously opened the door, carrying the medical kit inside, "Young master, I’ve brought the thing."

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