A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 64 You Are My Husband

Chapter 64: Chapter 64 You Are My Husband

In the rest area.

Song Shiwei brought Fu Yanhe to the sofa, and as she looked at the girl on it, a sense of urgency surfaced on her originally calm face, "Young Master Fu, He Miao was just fine, but for some reason, she suddenly started feeling unwell and kept saying she’s hot."

Fu Yanhe looked at the black leather sofa, where a petite and delicate figure of a girl curled up.

Her long curly hair sprawled over the sofa, her figure wrapped in a black dress, her pale and delicate face flushed, her eyes misty like those of a cat, the corners tinged with red. Her thin, red lips were slightly parted as she murmured about the heat.

The skin unintentionally exposed in her curled-up position was dazzlingly white against the backdrop of the black sofa.

She looked like a fairy that had fallen to earth, both pure and enticing.

Almost instantly, Fu Yanhe knew Shen Yanhe had been affected.

He had only left her for a few minutes.

And she had been affected.

His eyes immediately darkened, and a chilling fierceness surged within them as he soundlessly pushed his wheelchair to the front of the sofa. His movements were extremely gentle as he reached out to hold the girl who was complaining of the heat.

The girl was slim, fitting perfectly into his broad embrace.

Almost the moment his hands touched her, Shen Yanhe felt an extremely comfortable coolness touching her. She squinted her eyes and subconsciously chased after that cool sensation, "Comfortable..."

Fu Yanhe looked at Shen Yanhe nestled in his arms, her cheek rubbing gently against his neck. His gaze darkened, the fierceness in his eyes growing even thicker.

He squinted his eyes, extending his slender, jade-like hand to pinch Shen Yanhe’s chin, stopping her from rubbing against him. His voice was hoarse and filled with desire, "Shen Yanhe, do you know who I am?"

Song Shiwei frowned and was just about to speak when a glance from Fu Yanhe rooted her to the spot.

That look was cold and sharp, as if he would not hesitate to break her neck if she dared make a sound.

Danger.

This man was very dangerous.

Shen Yanhe, unaware in the arms of danger, squinted her misty eyes at him and spoke in a voice that was soft and sweet amid Fu Yanhe’s increasingly menacing gaze, "Husband."

"You are my husband."

Almost the moment she spoke, the dangerous aura around the man dissipated instantaneously.

He sighed as if rewarding her and hugged her closer, "Good."

Having regained the comfortable coolness, Shen Yanhe rubbed her feverish, flushed cheek against his neck, the furrowed distress in her brows slightly easing.

It was then, as Fu Yanhe looked down to adjust her dress, that he saw the fresh blood slowly dripping onto the pristine white floor from her foot.

The striking red of the blood seemed to claw viciously at Fu Yanhe’s heart, causing him an acute pain.

His face dark with concern, he carefully lifted the hem of her dress covering her foot, revealing her small, rounded foot, the swollen ankle, and the flesh of her footpad, mangled and bloody from the porcelain shard.

Almost in an instant, Song Shiwei, who was standing close by, felt the malevolence emanating from him so heavy it was nearly devouring. It made her heart pound with terror.

"Young Master Fu..."

Fu Yanhe glanced at her with an icy and lifeless look, causing Song Shiwei to immediately fall silent.

Without a word, he held Shen Yanhe and pushed the wheelchair swiftly towards the exit of the rest area.

The door to the rest area opened from the inside.

The guards outside all turned their gazes to Fu Yanhe and then to Shen Yanhe, who was wrapped tightly in his arms.

Xia Ran’s eyes flickered, and she feigned concern as she approached, "Ah, what happened to Miss Shen...!"

She hadn’t finished speaking when she caught the cold, merciless gaze Fu Yanhe directed at her, startling her into silence, the words catching in her throat.

Wu Fang stepped forward to shield her, his eyes filled with concern as he looked at Shen Yanhe, "Young master, the young madam, she..."

"Drive, to the hospital."

Wu Fang nodded, hurrying away.

Fu Yanhe, half-supporting Shen Yanhe, looked at Qi Yunqian with an expression that was extremely insipid. Beneath that calm voice, however, were hidden viciousness and violence.

"Yunqian, this happened under your watch. I hope that I can see the perpetrator in front of me by tomorrow."

Xia Ran’s body tensed up in an instant, but her face betrayed nothing. She simply gripped her handbag tighter.

She hadn’t personally bought the drugs but had bribed someone to do so; the SIM card used was from overseas, and she had already flushed it down the toilet.

Moreover, it wasn’t she who had found the person to execute the plan; she simply exploited Fu Yu’s help, so the investigation couldn’t trace back to her.

Qi Yunqian’s expression grew somber, a hint of coldness seeping into his eyes, "Don’t worry, I’ll give you an explanation."

He hadn’t expected that Fu Yanhe’s wife would really encounter trouble on his turf, thus he too bore an inescapable responsibility.

And there was Fu Yu...

He wasn’t stupid; he knew that with Fu Yu causing such a commotion, she definitely wanted to frame Shiwei.

This time, he wouldn’t show any more mercy.

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In the car, Shen Yanhe’s consciousness became even more blurred due to the heat tormenting her body. She instinctively clung to Fu Yanhe, rubbing against his neck, his cheek, plaintively crying out about the heat.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes darkened, and his breathing became heavier.

He closed his eyes and caught her wildly moving hand, softly coaxing her in a low voice, "Be good, you won’t feel hot once we are at the hospital."

All the self-control he had cultivated in his life was put to the test at that moment.

The afflicted girl didn’t listen at all, struggling fiercely. Afraid of hurting her, Fu Yanhe could only let go.

Once her hand was free, Shen Yanhe cupped his cheeks, their foreheads touching comfortably. She muttered something contentedly and suddenly kissed him on the lips.

Fu Yanhe was caught off guard, and when he felt the warm softness on his lips, his pupils dilated sharply, his gaze darkening instantly.

The cool, soft sensation was like a clear spring, instantly quelling the overwhelming heat burning inside Shen Yanhe.

She treated it as a lifeline, latching on and refusing to let go.

In her hazy state, Shen Yanhe heard someone curse softly in her ear, "You brought this on yourself."

Immediately after, the gentle spring became a ferocious storm, brutally dominating, harshly seizing her breath away.

By the time Shen Yanhe was released, she was so faint she no longer knew up from down, barely slumping against Fu Yanhe’s neck without the strength to even lift a finger.

Fu Yanhe’s pale lips had turned a deep red, his slender hand gently patting Shen Yanhe’s back, soothing her as he looked toward the obscured driver’s seat and commanded, "Drive faster."

Wu Fang: "Yes."

After arriving at the hospital and undergoing two hours of ordeal, Shen Yanhe finally received an injection and fell into a deep sleep.

"Tsk." Ji Haosheng, dressed in a white coat and holding the results of Shen Yanhe’s blood test, casually looked toward Fu Yanhe who was by her bedside and asked.

"Didn’t you go to Qi Yunqian’s engagement banquet? What happened? How could she have been affected by such a strong drug?"

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