A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 62: Escape to the Limit

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Escape to the Limit

Shen Yanhe endured the pain in her ankle and had just reached the corner of the staircase leading to the resting room when she was about to take advantage of the absence of people around to take off her high heels and check them.

Just then, a muffled sound came from above, like the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

Her eyes narrowed, she directly took off the troublesome high heels, hid them inside a nearby fire hydrant, and ran up the stairs with her skirt hiked up.

When she reached the resting room, she found the door open, the room in complete disarray, a strong, nauseating smell of alcohol in the air, and muffled cries for help.

"Don’t! Help!"

Shen Yanhe’s pupils dilated, she picked up a vase used as a decoration at the door and charged in, to see Song Shiwei cornered by a fat man with a bunch of keys hanging from his waist, her clothes in disarray.

She was holding a fruit knife, her pretty face showing both panic and a ruthless determination: "Don’t come any closer! If you do, I will stab you!"

The man, drunk and leering, was not taking the knife in Shiwei’s hand seriously as he unfastened his belt: "Feisty little beauty, but no matter, I love this sort of spiciness. Just wait, I’m going to take you to heaven."

Seeing this, Shen Yanhe’s brain buzzed, and without a second thought, she lifted the vase and smashed it hard against the back of the man’s head.

With a loud "crack!" the vase shattered upon impact, and the man rolled his eyes and collapsed unconscious.

Song Shiwei relaxed only after seeing the man fall to the ground, and slumped against the wall, tightly grasping the handle of the fruit knife, her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at Yanhe, "Yanhe..."

Shen Yanhe, barefoot and stepping on broken pieces, went forward to embrace her, her slender hands trembling slightly as she gently patted her back, "It’s okay, it’s over, I’m here."

This time, she had arrived in time.

Song Shiwei released the knife and hugged Shen Yanhe tightly in return.

A moment later.

Shen Yanhe released the still shaken Shiwei, her brow furrowed as she asked, "What happened? How did a man suddenly get into the resting room?"

Song Shiwei shook her head: "I have no idea; I was just changing clothes when he suddenly burst in and grabbed me..."

The moment she was grabbed, she was instantly reminded of an experience in prison when a cellmate climbed onto her bed one night and groped her, that revolting clingy sensation making her body freeze and robbing her of any chance to escape.

Her strength wasn’t enough to overpower the drunken man, and after struggling for a bit, she had been cornered.

If Shen Yanhe hadn’t appeared just in time, she would have seriously wounded the man.

A cold light flashed in Shen Yanhe’s eyes, and Fu Yu’s face flashed through her mind.

This incident, she suspected, was inevitably linked to Fu Yu.

She realized that Fu Yu might have more moves planned and that they should not stay in this room any longer.

"Can you stand up?" Shen Yanhe asked calmly, looking at her, "Let me get you out of this room first, then we’ll find Qi Yunqian and demand an explanation."

With Shen Yanhe there, Song Shiwei’s mind was much calmer, and the nauseating clingy feeling she remembered started to fade.

Just as she stood up, she looked down and saw Shen Yanhe standing barefoot on the broken pieces, a reddish stain spreading under her pale soles. Her pupils shrank in shock as she exclaimed, "Yanhe, your foot!"

"You, how can you be barefoot? And you stepped directly on the broken pieces! Doesn’t it hurt?" Shiwei panicked, stepping forward to lift her up.

Shen Yanhe lightly pushed her: "It’s nothing, just a minor injury, doesn’t hurt. Let’s get out of here first."

A little pain might even be good.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, she felt a heat swelling inside her, the pain in her feet helping keep her alert.

"That’s not a minor injury! You need a tetanus shot!"

"Don’t move yet, sit on the bed, I’ll find you some slippers to wear," Shiwei said as she started to step past her to leave.

Shen Yanhe fanned herself with her hand to dispel the heat on her face and grabbed Shiwei’s hand, saying, "Let’s leave first."

Then, pulling her towards the door, Shen Yanhe kicked the broken pieces stained with her blood under the bed before smudging the blood from her sole on the dark carpet, erasing her traces.

By the time the two reached the door, they discovered that the lounge door, which had been open when she entered, was now closed.

Not just closed.

Shen Yanhe, with her profound gaze, reached out to grasp and twist the doorknob, but the door wouldn’t budge.

It had been locked from the outside, and those inside couldn’t open it.

Song Shiwei’s expression changed slightly. No matter how confused her mind was, the consecutive shocks had snapped her back to reality.

It was obvious—it was a trap set specifically for her.

Only He Miao had been forced to enter the trap to save her.

Meanwhile, a wave of noisy voices suddenly came from the corridor outside the lounge, suggesting that a group of people were preparing to approach the room.

Fu Yu’s reinforcements had arrived.

"We can’t stay here," Shen Yanhe, enduring the intense, abnormal burning in her body, narrowed her eyes and decisively turned to walk toward the balcony of the lounge.

The balcony of this lounge was spaced a considerable distance from the balcony of the lounge opposite. To get across, one would have to jump.

"I’ll jump over first to catch you," Shen Yanhe, undeterred by the gap, gauged it briefly and then gracefully jumped onto the balcony railing. Balancing on the railing, she landed as lightly as a butterfly.

She didn’t seem to care about the injury on her foot at all.

If it weren’t for the faint blood footprints she left behind, Song Shiwei might have thought she wasn’t injured at all.

Shen Yanhe leaned against the opposite balcony’s railing, stretching out her hand toward Song Shiwei, "Come over."

Song Shiwei took a deep breath, looked down to quickly wipe away the blood footprints Shen Yanhe had left, and then tentatively climbed up onto the balcony railing. She shut her eyes and jumped directly toward Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe timely caught her hands and pulled her up. Then, the two of them pushed open the balcony’s sliding door and hid in another lounge.

Just as they hid, the door of that lounge was opened from the outside.

Fu Yu’s sharp, piercingly excited voice rang out, "Aunt! I really saw it! I saw Shiwei sister hugging and cuddling with a man as they entered...!"

Upon seeing the disorderly lounge and only a man lying on the ground, unconscious or perhaps dead, and absolutely no sign of Song Shiwei, she instantly fell silent.

Where was Song Shiwei?

Where had Song Shiwei gone?

The curious guests following Fu Yu, along with Mrs. Qi, who looked ashen, stepped forward. They were startled upon seeing the man lying on the floor, his condition unknown.

"Oh my! There really is a man here?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, at an engagement party, the bride-to-be is caught in a room with another man? This is a huge disgrace for the Qi Family!"

"Wait, where’s the woman? There’s only this man in the room, and it doesn’t look like they were just... intimate."

Listening to the guests’ chatter, Mrs. Qi’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot, extremely displeased she challenged Fu Yu, "Didn’t you say you saw Song Shiwei cuddling with a man as they came in? Where’s Song Shiwei?"

Fu Yu panicked, "I... I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a swarm of media reporters burst in, excitedly clicking away at the chaotic lounge.

Mrs. Qi was momentarily dazed, then screamed, "Who allowed you to come up here? Get out! Get out!"

Fu Yu was also stunned.

Who had called these media people here? She hadn’t summoned them at all!!

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Meanwhile, just after hanging up the phone, Fu Yanhe heard Wu Fang with a grave expression say behind him, "Young Master, something has happened."

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