A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 65: It’s Actually Her

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: It’s Actually Her

Despite Ji Haosheng’s unreliable appearance, he was actually a renowned neurosurgeon at Haicheng Ancheng Private Hospital, possessing exceptional medical skills.

If Liu Fang wasn’t by Fu Yanhe’s side on a regular day, his health would be checked and strictly monitored by Ji Haosheng.

Therefore, it was easy for him to discern the type of drug in Shen Yanhe’s blood test.

"That drug is a potent aphrodisiac that’s been circulating in the black market recently. Luckily, you brought her to the hospital in time, otherwise her body could have sustained some damage," Ji Haosheng explained.

"As far as I know, currently only Zhao’s men in the black market are selling this stuff."

Fu Yanhe remained silent, his gaze falling on Shen Yanhe’s delicate wrist that lay exposed, one that he could break with just one hand, and gently placed it back under the blanket.

His eyes, as dark as ink, harbored a frightening storm, but his voice was very calm, "Wu Fang, go and have a chat with Zhao."

"By tonight, I want to see the person responsible."

Wu Fang nodded seriously, "Yes, Young Master."

Once Wu Fang had left, Ji Haosheng snapped the medical record shut and looked at Fu Yanhe, who was sitting by the bed guarding Shen Yanhe, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, "Tsk tsk, Old Fu."

"You’re so anxious about her, could it be...the iron tree is blooming?"

Previously, no one knew who was utterly disdainful of women.

Yet after just a few short days of not seeing him, he had fallen head over heels?

"She is my wife in name," Fu Yanhe’s gaze flickered as he gave Ji Haosheng a sideways glance, and said indifferently, "I am her husband now, isn’t it normal for me to be concerned and anxious about her?"

Ji Haosheng’s face was full of implication as he deliberately elongated his voice, "It is very, very normal."

Normal my ass.

This guy used to avoid women like the plague, to the extent that when Xia Ran, who once claimed to be his fiancée, even touched him, he would disinfect himself with alcohol over and over again.

But what about now?

Not only did he personally carry the woman to the hospital, but he also took care to tuck the arm that was exposed outside into the blanket.

Tsk tsk tsk.

If this wasn’t the iron tree blooming, he wouldn’t believe it.

It’s just a pity for his poor younger brother, who had his eyes on the same woman as Fu Yanhe.

Ji Haosheng had initially wanted to see more of what the iron tree looked like after it bloomed, but after Fu Yanhe tucked Shen Yanhe’s hand back into the blanket, he cast a very faint glance at him, "Why haven’t you left yet?"

Ji Haosheng: "..."

Fine, discarded after use.

He shrugged his shoulders and turned to walk outside, "I’m leaving right now."

In the hospital room, now empty of outsiders, Fu Yanhe looked at Shen Yanhe with a touch of complexity in his eyes, and the fierceness in his brows and eyes seemed to fade a bit.

He could still feel the panic in his heart when he learned something had happened to Shen Yanhe, the pain he experienced seeing the injury on the sole of her foot, the anger of wanting to tear the culprit to pieces when Ji Haosheng mentioned the drug would harm her body.

Was this feeling that she stirred within him, this sentiment, that of the heart being moved?

Fu Yanhe looked deeply at Shen Yanhe lying on the hospital bed, his gaze involuntarily resting on her overly red lips.

Involuntarily, he recalled the soft and sweet taste when he kissed her in the car...

Fu Yanhe abruptly closed his eyes, banishing the images from his mind.

After calming the agitation within his body, Fu Yanhe finally opened his eyes and sat quietly by the bed, watching Shen Yanhe. His mind went back to the phone call he had received from Shifei earlier that day.

"The surveillance footage from the MX underground boxing ring was indeed tampered with. The restored footage has been sent to your email."

Fu Yanhe lowered his eyes, sitting quietly beside Shen Yanhe for a while. Seeing no signs of her waking up, he took out his phone from his pocket and skillfully tapped on the screen.

In his inbox lay a video file, quiet and undisturbed.

He turned the volume down before opening the video.

The video was indeed from the surveillance camera in the hallway of the floor where his room was located on that day.

The footage was brief, lasting only a minute.

Within that minute, his room door was opened by a slender figure, who awkwardly supported herself against the wall as she shuffled along. When she reached the area directly under the camera, she instinctively looked up.

With that glance, her face was completely revealed.

Delicate and fair, both pure and alluring, her cat-like eyes held a trace of coldness.

When Fu Yanhe saw her face, the hand gripping his phone suddenly tightened, his pupils shrank instantly, and a look of shock appeared on his calm face.

He was very familiar with that face.

Because the owner of that face was now lying in the hospital bed before him.

The familiar silhouette from the underground boxing arena MX, the bite marks on Shen Yanhe’s shoulder, the mask shielding the woman’s face that he had pulled off during that absurd night...

All at once, everything became clear.

Shen Yanhe.

It really was her!

She was the reigning Boxing King at MX boxing arena known as S, and she was the same audacious woman who had offended him!

Even though he had been somewhat prepared, when the truth unfolded before him, Fu Yanhe still found it ludicrous.

Fu Yanhe watched the surveillance video over and over twice, and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly while rubbing his forehead, unsure whether it was the anger of being deceived or the relief he felt, a tangled mess in his heart that made it indistinguishable.

However...

Fu Yanhe remembered the first time he went to catch S, Shen Yanhe’s unfamiliar gaze as she looked at him.

Shen Yanhe probably still didn’t know that the man she had forcefully taken that night was now her husband, did she?

Otherwise, when he was in front of her, she wouldn’t have failed to recognize him and even falsely claimed he was her "ex-boyfriend."

"Hah," Fu Yanhe’s eyes narrowed slightly, a playful light flashing through them, and for once, his mood was exceptionally pleased.

The roles of prey and hunter had now been reversed.

He wanted to see just when Shen Yanhe would discover the truth.

Groggy, Shen Yanhe opened her eyes and saw Fu Yanhe sitting beside her bed, watching her with a gentle smile.

The moment she saw the smile at his lips, it was as if Shen Yanhe was targeted by some terrifying, unspeakable creature, sending a sudden chill down her spine, which instantly cleared her initially befuddled brain.

Almost subconsciously, she shrank back into the bed, her eyes fixed on Fu Yanhe with a trace of wariness.

Why was this man staring and smiling at her? He wouldn’t be thinking of how to kill her, would he?

"Awake?" Fu Yanhe asked with his hands clasped over his knees and an eyebrow quirked at Shen Yanhe, "Are you feeling discomfort anywhere else on your body?"

Shen Yanhe honestly shook her head, but as she was about to speak, she felt a piercing pain in her lips, which made her involuntarily furrow her brows.

"Strange, why do my lips hurt so much?" Shen Yanhe mumbled, reaching out to touch her lips, and the moment she did, the originally hazy memories in her mind gradually sharpened.

Inside the smoothly driving car... the man’s cool, soft lips... the burning hot hand around her waist...

Almost instantly, she widened her cat-like eyes, turned abruptly toward Fu Yanhe, and stuttered, "You you you, I I I I."

"I got drunk... and harassed you?"