A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 59 Mr. Fu and his wife have a good relationship

Chapter 59: Chapter 59 Mr. Fu and his wife have a good relationship

Not only was Shen Yanhe puzzled, but some of the guests coming and going were also curious and asked out loud.

Madam Qi’s smile stiffened slightly as she raised her hand to smooth her falling hair and spoke in a gentle voice, "Yunqian said he has some matters to attend to and will be here in a bit."

Madam Qi’s heart actually favored someone other than Song Shiwei as her daughter-in-law.

At least, not the Song Shiwei who, after her family’s downfall and bankruptcy, was left with nothing and could not bring any help to her own son.

If it weren’t for Yunqian’s adamant stance, today’s engagement banquet would not have been possible at all.

Now, seeing Song Shiwei had yet to come down, her dissatisfaction towards her only grew, but she couldn’t show it and had to grit her teeth and greet the guests attending the engagement banquet.

After she had just answered the inquiring guest, she looked up and saw Fu Yanhe, who was the center of attention, and her eyes immediately brightened. She apologized to the guest before walking over to Fu Yanhe with a smile, "Yanhe, you came as well."

Her relationship with Jiang Yun wasn’t particularly close, but Qi Yunqian and Fu Yanhe were good friends, and Fu Yanhe had visited the Qi family a few times when they were younger. Madam Qi took a liking to the outwardly cold but inwardly warm and polite young man.

From that point on, relations between their two families grew closer.

However, she had not seen Fu Yanhe very much since his car accident, and seeing him suddenly now, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity.

What a shame.

A proud and spirited individual, he had become like this because of a car accident...

She completely overlooked Shen Yanhe standing behind Fu Yanhe.

She had heard the news about the marriage alliance between the Fu and Shen families, but in their eyes, the Shen family was at most a wealthy parvenu and not truly of the nobility. Naturally, she looked down upon a daughter from such upstart riches.

The surrounding guests saw Madam Qi approaching and tactfully made room for her.

Fu Yanhe nodded with an indifferent expression, ignoring the pity in her eyes, "Madam Qi."

"How long have you been here? The crowd was so big earlier, I didn’t see you arrive. I don’t know what Yunqian is doing; he hasn’t come down for ages." As Madam Qi spoke, she gestured for people to move inside. Meanwhile, she glanced at Shen Yanhe with an indifferent expression, quickly losing interest and standing beside Fu Yanhe to converse, her words laden with complaints.

"What is Yunqian really thinking? I tried to introduce him to the daughter of the Lin family, but he did not like her, and he refused the daughter of the Wang family, insisting on that one from the Song family."

Shen Yanhe knew he was not favored by Madam Qi, so he pushed his wheelchair inside, quietly listening.

"If the Song family had not gone bankrupt, I might have bitten the bullet and accepted it. But the Song family is ruined, and that Song person, I don’t know what she did wrong, ended up in jail, and came out with nothing accomplished. What help could she possibly be to him?"

Madam Qi spoke in a lowered voice, her tone filled with a hint of grievance as she prattled on.

"I talked to him a few days ago, suggesting that if he really likes the Song family girl, he could just take her and keep a mistress outside. Why insist on marrying her? But he, on the other hand, got angry with me instead."

Shen Yanhe’s grip on the armrest tightened slowly, a cool glint flashing in his eyes.

Madam Qi sighed wearily, "Yanhe, since you are close with him, could you advise him later?"

It was only an engagement banquet for now, they were not yet married.

There was still room for a turnaround.

"Auntie, Qi Yunqian is not young anymore, he knows what he should do," said Fu Yanhe, his expression remaining indifferent, his voice calm, "As an adult, Qi Yunqian will take responsibility for his own choices."

As his words fell, without waiting for Madam Qi to speak again, Fu Yanhe continued, "I see an acquaintance, Auntie, I’ll go over and say hello."

Standing behind him, the ever-silent Shen Yanhe collaborated by pushing the wheelchair a bit faster.

Madam Qi stood there, helpless, sighing. She knew that persuading Fu Yanhe was a dead end and had to turn back to greet the guests once more.

After leaving her, Fu Yanhe’s cool, stable voice came through, "Are you not happy?"

Shen Yanhe’s steps paused slightly, and she glanced down at him, seemingly surprised by his acute awareness of her mood swings, yet she replied, "No."

Fu Yanhe did not speak again, but after half a minute, Shen Yanhe heard him say, "If you don’t like this kind of event, find a place to sit later, and we’ll go home after the banquet is over."

He remembered that Shen Yanhe came from the countryside and had never attended such a large banquet before, so it was normal for her to feel timid inside.

"You are my person, even if you eat lavishly at the banquet, no one will dare to say anything."

Shen Yanhe’s heart warmed slightly, and she smiled softly, her displeasure at Madam Qi’s earlier comments about Song Shiwei dissipating somewhat, as she gently answered, "Alright."

This was perfect, as she also wanted to find an opportunity to meet with Song Shiwei.

As the two of them entered the hotel, the guests inside quickly noticed Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe.

Especially Xia Ran, who was entertaining Yan Yi at the moment. The instant the couple walked in, she immediately noticed them and also caught sight of the necklace around Shen Yanhe’s neck.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and her hand gripping the wine glass tightened fiercely, nearly losing her composure on the spot.

The necklace was named the Heart of Christie, originating from the royal family of a small country. It had fetched a staggering price of 445 million yuan at an auction in M country a year ago.

Fu Yanhe had won the necklace at the auction. She had once coquettishly pleaded with Fu Yanhe to give her the necklace, but no matter what she said, he never agreed.

Now, the necklace she had long coveted was so easily adorning the neck of Shen Yanhe, a country bumpkin!

Xia Ran’s grip on the wine glass became even tighter, as if she wasn’t holding a glass but crushing Shen Yanhe’s neck, jealousy and hatred churning in her heart, and her face nearly failed to maintain its smile.

Yan Yi, who was negotiating with others, sensed the commotion beside him and took a casual sip of his drink, his voice indifferently inquiring, "Miss Xia, what’s wrong?"

Xia Ran snapped back to reality, barely suppressing the jealousy welling up inside her, and managed a strained smile, "It’s nothing."

No sooner had her words fallen than Yan Yi saw Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe, now surrounded by guests. His eyebrows raised slightly, and he sipped the champagne in his hand, "Huh? It seems Fu the Younger has brought his wife along this time."

"I’d heard before that his wife came from the countryside. I thought Fu the Younger would feel she wasn’t presentable enough to bring to any banquets, but it looks like I was mistaken."

"Fu the Younger and his wife seem to be quite affectionate."

"His wife is quite beautiful, a real beauty."

The more Xia Ran listened to Yan Yi’s words, the harder it became for her to maintain her smile. Holding back her irritation, she hastily set her champagne on a passing waiter’s tray, full of apologies, "Excuse me, Young Master Yan, I need to go to the restroom."

As soon as she finished speaking, without waiting for Yan Yi to reply, she rushed off in the direction of the restroom.

Yan Yi watched her hasty exit, chuckling softly, and chose not to continue the conversation. However, the glances he cast towards Shen Yanhe were somewhat meaningful.

Shen Yanhe acutely sensed someone watching her and, pretending to be casual, she smoothed back her hair at her temples and her cat-like eyes accurately found Yan Yi.

Aware that he had been spotted, Yan Yi was not at all flustered and simply raised his glass towards her in salute.

Shen Yanhe looked at him expressionlessly for a moment before looking away, ready to take the opportunity to leave and find Song Shiwei.

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When Xia Ran reached the restroom, she could no longer maintain her outward composure, and her expression twisted slightly.

She washed her face with cold water, looking at the woman in the mirror whose eyes were seething with jealousy, her gaze growing colder.

Once she had completely calmed down, she took her phone out of her purse and dialed an unknown number, "Today, I want Shen Yanhe to be utterly disgraced."