A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 57: Still Acceptable

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Still Acceptable

Fu Yanhe had customized a black mermaid gown for her, designed generously and understatedly, ensuring it wouldn’t overshadow the host at the engagement party.

Shen Yanhe was very satisfied with the design of the gown.

Fu Yanhe, dressed in casual attire and holding a cup of coffee, had fair, slender hands with distinct joints that radiated a jade-like luster against the black cup.

"Go try it on; there’s still time to alter it if it doesn’t fit."

Shen Yanhe responded affirmatively, picked up the gown, and walked into the room.

Following closely behind Fu Yanhe, Liu Fang quietly took a glance in his young master’s direction, leaned toward Wu Fang, and whispered, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I’ve never seen the young master put so much effort into customizing a gown for a woman before. It seems even the thousand-year-old iron tree finally blossomed; the young master is smitten."

Wu Fang looked at him expressionlessly, letting out a slight snort of pride from his nose.

Is that even something you need to say?

I had already clearly understood the young master’s feelings for the young madam a long time ago!

"Now that the young madam is by his side, the young master should give up on finding that girl he’s been looking for, right?" Liu Fang sighed softly and asked quietly.

Wu Fang’s brow stiffened; he jabbed his elbow harshly into Liu Fang’s abdomen and warned him with a glare, silently lip-syncing, "Do you wish to die bringing up that matter in front of the young master?"

What if the young madam heard it?

What if she misunderstands the young master?

Bent over and grimacing, Liu Fang glanced guiltily at the firmly closed room door, and clamped his mouth shut, daring not to speak any further.

He did not want to cause any misunderstandings between the young master and the young madam who had barely found happiness.

Even apologizing with his death wouldn’t be enough then.

At that moment, the room door clicked and opened from the inside.

Fu Yanhe, who was leisurely sipping coffee, raised his lazy eyes and upon seeing the girl standing at the doorway, awkwardly holding up her skirt, a trace of darkness flashed through his eyes.

The girl at the door had red lips and white teeth, skin as fair as snow, and her long black hair gently cascaded down her back, her slender figure perfectly enveloped by the black gown.

As she moved, her slim waist subtly swayed, making one unable to resist the urge to pull her closer.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes darkened as he gripped the cup with a bit more strength, watching the girl awkwardly approach him with an unchanged expression.

It was Shen Yanhe’s first time wearing such a ladylike gown, and she felt uncomfortable all over. She carefully approached Fu Yanhe, holding the overly long skirt, her moist eyes looking at him as she pursed her lips and asked, "Does it look nice?"

Fu Yanhe gently rubbed the cup’s surface, nodded slightly, and said coolly, "Passable."

His gaze fell on her bare, glaringly white collarbone as he slightly narrowed his eyes and instructed, "Wu Fang, go to the storage room and fetch that ruby necklace."

Wu Fang paused for a moment, nodded respectfully, and promptly brought back an extremely beautiful ruby necklace from the storage room.

With just one glance at the necklace, Shen Yanhe knew it must be very expensive.

Fu Yanhe nonchalantly took the necklace out of the box and beckoned Shen Yanhe over, "Come here."

Shen Yanhe walked toward him and hesitated before saying, "Shall I do it myself?"

Fu Yanhe didn’t hand her the necklace, but looked at her indifferently and said, "Kneel down, bend your head."

She pursed her lips, could only hike up her skirt, and knelt in front of him, lowering her head.

A cool sensation touched the back of her neck; Shen Yanhe was momentarily distracted when she heard his deep voice say, "Done."

She instinctively lifted her head to look at him, Fu Yanhe was gazing back at her, his eyes deep and unreadable.

"The makeup team has arrived; go get your makeup done. Once it’s finished, we’ll head out."

"Okay."

After nearly two hours, Shen Yanhe had barely managed to get ready.

By the time she emerged, Fu Yanhe had already changed into a well-tailored black suit.

The man in the wheelchair looked impeccable. Despite his disfigured appearance, the compelling aura of aristocracy about him was still not to be underestimated.

Fu Yanhe glanced at the drastically changed Shen Yanhe, his eyes flickering slightly, and said, "Let’s go."

As his voice faded, he motioned for Wu Fang to start pushing his wheelchair out first.

"Aren’t we waiting for A Yu and Mom?" Shen Yanhe asked, trailing behind him with her skirt in hand, puzzled.

"A Yu has already gone ahead to the venue; someone will take care of that woman."

Fu Yanhe’s voice was calm, and at the end, he slightly turned his head to glance at her, "Quickly follow."

"Coming," she replied, moving lightly at his side.

The group set off for the engagement party venue.

The engagement party of Qi Yunqian and Song Shiwei was set at Huangjin Grand Hotel in Haicheng.

Huangjin Grand Hotel is a famous platinum five-star hotel in Haicheng.

Previously owned by the Song family, it was taken over by the Qi Family after the Song family went bankrupt.

Guests invited by the Qi Family had gradually arrived at the venue, looking for familiar faces to chat with.

In a corner, with tears in her eyes, Fu Yu stood with her arms outstretched in front of Qi Yunqian: "Brother Yunqian, are you really going to marry that woman today?"

Today, Fu Yu had not worn the ostentatious dress Fu Yanhe had instructed her to wear; instead, she chose a white princess dress from her closet that she had never worn before.

She had arrived at Huangjin Hotel early, determined to block Qi Yunqian.

She stubbornly wanted to confront him for an answer.

The groom-to-be, Qi Yunqian, was attired in a white suit. His handsome features and tall, upright stature perfectly complemented his well-fitted suit, and his hair and face were well-groomed, making him seem much more approachable than his usual aloof demeanor.

But his gentleness was not meant for her, sparking jealousy in Fu Yu’s heart.

Qi Yunqian hadn’t expected Fu Yu to arrive so early and block his way. His brows furrowed as he regarded the girl before him, raised his hand to his brow, and admitted, "Yes."

Fu Yu’s pupils dilated, and her heart shattered in an instant.

Seeing her heartbroken expression, Qi Yunqian felt a twinge of pity and said softly, "A Yu, I’ve only ever seen you as a sister."

"Besides, because of you, Song Shiwei..."

"Her life is half ruined because of you..." Qi Yunqian paused, then continued, "So I must take responsibility for taking care of her."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yu’s eyes widened, and she could hardly hold back as she looked at him with tearful eyes and asked in a slightly shrill voice, "You say her life is half ruined because of me, then dare you say the other half has nothing to do with you?"

"Wasn’t the Song family’s downfall orchestrated by you behind the scenes?"

"Dare you say that it wasn’t because you were disgusted by her constant following, that you went along with my wishes and sent her to prison?"

Qi Yunqian had not expected Fu Yu to confront him so directly, and his face darkened immediately as he shouted sternly, "Fu Yu, shut up!"

Fu Yu, who had never been scolded so harshly, shrank back, her eyes filling with tears as she looked at his livid face and immediately fell silent.

She stepped forward, grabbing his hand urgently and said, "I’m sorry, Brother Yunqian, I misspoke, I just care about you too much."

"If you feel guilty and want to make it up to Song Shiwei, just give her money. Why marry her and sacrifice your entire life?"

"Right."

As soon as Fu Yu’s words fell, a slim figure in a red trailing evening gown appeared from around the staircase corner, accompanied by a crisp, slightly nonchalant voice asking, "I also want to ask, Mr. Qi, why must you sacrifice your lifetime?"

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