A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 60 Next Time for Sure?

Chapter 60: Chapter 60 Next Time for Sure?

Shen Yanhe still didn’t know that a trap targeting her was unfolding. After the crowd around Fu Yanhe had dispersed, she leaned in slightly and whispered in his ear, "I’m going to the restroom."

Her warm breath on Fu Yanhe’s sensitive ear made his gaze deepen. He nodded slightly and said, "Mm, go ahead, come back soon."

Shen Yanhe nodded, picked up her skirt’s hem, and turned to leave.

A guest carrying a wine glass who came over to exchange pleasantries saw Fu Yanhe gazing at the departing Shen Yanhe and couldn’t help but tease, "Young Master Fu really treasures his precious wife."

Fu Yanhe turned his head slightly to look at the guest and nodded, "Mm, it’s my wife’s first time attending a banquet. She’s a bit nervous, and I’m worried about her."

The guest hadn’t expected Fu Yanhe to engage with him, and was somewhat pleasantly surprised to hear this, starting up a conversation with him.

In his mind, he couldn’t help but think that those who doubted the union between the Fu Family and the Shen Family must be disappointed.

It seems that the usually reserved Young Master Fu is indeed holding his new bride close to his heart, treasuring her dearly.

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Shen Yanhe didn’t go to the restroom.

She had messaged Song Shiwei and upon replying, she found the stairs to the lounge and headed there.

At that time, inside the hotel’s lounge.

Song Shiwei, looking at her phone tossed onto the bed and then at the childish Qi Yunqian who was blocking the door, refusing to let her leave, burst into laughter out of sheer anger.

"Qi Yunqian, is there any point in doing this?"

Qi Yunqian, towering in the doorway, looked at her with intense eyes, his voice deep, "There is."

Song Shiwei laughed angrily, her eyes full of scorn as she looked at him, "You were the one who refused to let me cling to you back then and used it as an excuse to send me to jail."

"Now, why bother going to such lengths to marry me and keep me around just to be an eyesore?"

Qi Yunqian understood that Song Shiwei had only heard part of the story; she hadn’t heard about the Song family matters that Fu Yu mentioned, and he breathed an imperceptible sigh of relief.

It was good that she hadn’t heard about the Song family.

There was still room for maneuver.

"Qi Yunqian, I was the one who shamelessly clung to you back then, I was blind to have liked you. But now I don’t want to cling to you or like you anymore. Can you let me go?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yunqian’s heart ached sharply as if a knife had been plunged into his chest and the one holding the knife was slowly twisting it, grinding his heart into pieces.

His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into fists, his voice deep and slightly hoarse, "I regret it."

He had regretted it for a long time.

From the moment he inexplicably followed Fu Yu’s wishes and sent her to jail, he regretted it.

He didn’t even know what he was thinking at the time.

Was it doubt about Song Shiwei’s love for him?

Or was it to test how much Song Shiwei loved him, if she truly loved him as she claimed, that no matter how he treated her, she would still love him?

In any case, he regretted it now.

Song Shiwei thought she had misheard and stared blankly at him for a moment.

With some uncertainty, she asked, "What did you say?"

"I said I regret it, I regret... how I treated you back then." Qi Yunqian took a deep breath, suppressing the pain in his heart, his gaze intense as he looked at her, "I’ve ruined your life, don’t you want to... ruin mine?"

"Don’t you want to use my money to buy all kinds of luxury goods, to use my money to buy back the Song corporation, to use my connections to reestablish the Song corporation, and let the Song family once again become prominent in Haicheng?"

"Don’t you want that?"

He really did know how to grasp the lifeline of Song Shiwei, his words stirring her heart.

Of course, Song Shiwei wanted to reestablish the Song corporation.

But being stripped of money and connections, starting over by herself would be harder than reaching the heavens.

However, with Qi Yunqian’s help, reviving the Song family would be easy.

Having capital and being without capital are completely different things.

Reality is just that cruel and true.

Song Shiwei looked deeply at him, took a deep breath, and said, "I know, I will marry you."

"But after that, we’ll proceed according to the prenuptial agreement you had me sign."

Qi Yunqian had never expected that in just a few short days, the situation between him and Song Shiwei would have completely reversed, and that he would have ended up shooting himself in the foot.

Bitterness filled his throat, but his face remained calm as he nodded, "Okay."

"You go out, I need to calm down a bit before I come to find you," said Song Shiwei, settling weakly onto the sofa, speaking in a low voice.

Qi Yunqian looked deeply at her, said nothing, turned, opened the door, and walked out.

He knew that Song Shiwei was a smart person; she would make the choice that benefitted herself.

And he also finally realized that once Song Shiwei no longer loved him, the only thing that could keep her at his side was something tied to benefits.

But, that was the retribution he deserved.

No sooner had Qi Yunqian left than a knock sounded on the door of the resting room.

"Come in."

The door opened from the outside, and Shen Yanhe walked in lazily, holding her skirt, a smile in her eyes as she saw Song Shiwei sitting on the sofa. She couldn’t help but tease, "It’s really hard to get a moment with you."

"Little He Miao." Song Shiwei smiled when she saw her enter and stood up to pull her over to sit beside her, her gaze sweeping over her, a touch of jest in her eyes.

"Not bad at all, you look beautiful today. It seems Fu Yanhe is not as averse to women as the rumors say, at least he treats his wife well."

Shen Yanhe’s cheeks warmed slightly, her ears tinted with a bit of red. She cast a reproachful glance at her and held her hand, asking, "Please don’t tease me."

She asked Song Shiwei seriously, "Have you really decided? To marry that man?"

She had run into Qi Yunqian on her way up.

But he seemed to have been struck by something, looking utterly dejected.

If not for the fact that today was Song Shiwei’s engagement party, she would have definitely given Qi Yunqian a thrashing to vent her anger on behalf of Song Shiwei a moment ago.

"Yes." Song Shiwei had already thought things through when she was alone. It didn’t really matter who she married in the future; the outcome would be the same.

By marrying Qi Yunqian, she could use his money and connections to rebuild the Song family, and when little He Miao found her enemy, she would have the means to help her take revenge.

"Just several decades, it’ll pass if I endure it," she said, smoothing her hair beside her temple, speaking carelessly.

Shen Yanhe didn’t approve internally of Song Shiwei gambling with marriage, but considering her own situation wasn’t much different, she didn’t feel she had the standing to persuade her.

She and Song Shiwei were like the first and second in command, both on equal footing, with neither able to sway the other.

After talking for a while, they left the resting room together and headed to the banquet hall.

"It’s just a pity, I had thought that when I got married, I would definitely invite you to be my bridesmaid," said Song Shiwei with a sigh, a hint of regret in her voice.

Shen Yanhe was silent for a moment.

"Next time, for sure?"

Song Shiwei choked up, unable to help but lightly punch her and scolded her for not being serious.

Just as they reached the banquet hall, Qi Yunqian, upon seeing Song Shiwei, came over to take her away, giving Shen Yanhe just a slight nod in greeting.

The last time he saw Shen Yanhe, he had been drunk and hadn’t even known she was Fu Yanhe’s wife, so his demeanor towards her was very indifferent.

Shen Yanhe didn’t care, giving him a cold glance before turning to walk towards Fu Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe was no longer surrounded by guests and was sitting in a corner. Seeing her come over, he pulled her down to sit and placed a small cake in front of her, "What took you so long?"

"I ran into an acquaintance and chatted for a bit," said Shen Yanhe, pausing when she saw the cake in front of her, tilting her head slightly to respond.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t press further, simply pointing to the small pastry in front of her and asking, "Don’t like it?"

Shen Yanhe shook her head slightly, not saying a word, and began to eat the pastry with a small spoon.

She had just started eating when something happened on Song Shiwei’s side.

"Oh dear, I’m so sorry, Sister Shiwei," Fu Yu’s affected, exaggerated voice rang out, "You’re completely soaked! You’d better go change your clothes fast!"