A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 66 Fu Yanhe Behaves Strangely

Chapter 66: Chapter 66 Fu Yanhe Behaves Strangely

"Drunk?" Fu Yanhe’s brows lifted slightly, looking at her with a meaningful gaze, "Do you think you were just drunk?"

Shen Yanhe blinked her eyes, tentatively asking, "Isn’t that so?"

She remembered that after she had safely brought Shiwei to another resting room, she felt dizzy and hot, just like the time she had drunk too much.

After she warned Song Shiwei not to act recklessly, she curled up on the couch waiting for the effects of the alcohol to pass, but later on, not only did it not subside, it felt increasingly intense; and after that...

The expression on Shen Yanhe’s face gradually became solemn.

That feeling, indeed, it didn’t seem like drunkenness, but rather like she had been drugged with some kind of aphrodisiac.

Almost instantaneously, Shen Yanhe recalled the drink that Xia Ran had stopped her to have when she was in a hurry to find Song Shiwei.

She hadn’t expected that Xia Ran would be so bold as to drug her at Qi Yunqian’s engagement party.

She had been careless.

Fu Yanhe observed her facial expressions closely, his eyes narrowing slightly, and he asked, "Remember now?"

Shen Yanhe’s cheeks flushed red, feeling a burning sensation on her face. She gave him an awkward glance, then quickly looked down and let out a low hum of acknowledgment.

"What did you eat? What did you drink? Who gave it to you while I was away?" Fu Yanhe continued to inquire.

Shen Yanhe lifted her gaze to look at him, "If I tell you, will you help me deal with her?"

She didn’t believe that Fu Yanhe would take action against Xia Ran for her sake.

The reason he had treated Xia Ran coldly previously was because Xia Ran had provoked her.

But she was still his former fiancée. How could he possibly take action against his past fiancée for the sake of his current nominal, emotionless wife?

Fu Yanhe nodded faintly, his voice soft yet undeniable, "Of course, you are now my wife, and it is my duty to help you seek retribution."

Shen Yanhe leaned against the pillow, eyes drooping, with a touch of vulnerability on her delicate, fair face, saying word by word, "Xia Ran’s drink."

She explained, "I was rushed to go to the restroom when she stopped me. She wanted to apologize for what she said earlier and offered me a drink. Thinking to keep the peace, I drank it."

But who would have thought that Xia Ran would be so daring, to drug her at an engagement party and personally deliver the drug to her?

Shen Yanhe closed her eyes, feeling a bit annoyed with herself. In the end, it was because she had grown too accustomed to peaceful days, her guard had been lowered; this was a lesson for her.

She opened her eyes to look at him, her catlike pupils misty and innocent, with a hint of reproach, she deliberately said, "I’m telling the truth, husband, do you believe me?"

Fu Yanhe did not distrust her, saying, "I never doubted you."

He wasn’t foolish; the moment he had seen Xia Ran appear, he’d already suspected that she had some hand in this affair.

Besides, the moment he saw the surveillance footage, he had truly taken Shen Yanhe to heart.

"I’ll handle her, you just rest well for now," Fu Yanhe said gently patting her hand over the quilt, a rare departure from his usual mockery towards Shen Yanhe, his attitude could be described as amiable.

It shocked Shen Yanhe so much she almost couldn’t maintain the wronged facade she had deliberately put on.

Her: "..."

What’s going on?

Did Fu Yanhe change after one sleep?

Why does he seem so strange?

Fu Yanhe noticed the expression on her face, his brows lifted slightly, but he said nothing more and simply told her to rest well before he drove his wheelchair out.

"Hey, hey, wait!" Shen Yanhe saw him leaving, remembered she hadn’t prepared his new medicine, and tonight’s injection had not yet been administered. She hurried to catch up.

The sharp pain from her bandaged foot when it touched the ground made her frown, but she dismissed it, stepping barefoot towards Fu Yanhe as if nothing was wrong: "I’ll go back with you."

"The medicine I gave you should be finished, right? You need to take new medicine today and receive the second injection."

"And your face needs a new medicine applied to it today too..."

Fu Yanhe stopped his wheelchair the instant he heard her voice. When he turned his head and saw Shen Yanhe walking barefoot on the ground, his face instantly darkened.

Without a word, he drove the wheelchair up to her, reached out to pull her into his arms, and spoke with a cold voice tinged with grinding teeth, "Shen Yanhe, do you not want your feet anymore?"

Doesn’t she know that her foot was still injured?

Sitting on Fu Yanhe’s lap, Shen Yanhe was taken aback and subconsciously replied, "Of course I do, it doesn’t hurt..."

Her voice slowly faded as she saw Fu Yanhe’s face growing grimmer.

She keenly felt that if she continued speaking, there would be severe consequences, so she decided to shut up and sit obediently on his lap like a quail.

"Why aren’t you continuing? Shen Yanhe, if you don’t want your legs, you might as well saw them off and donate them to someone who needs them," Fu Yanhe said with a cold sneer of sarcasm.

"Are you so eager to detoxify and apply medicine to me because you think I’ll succumb to the poison tonight, or do you find my face so ugly that you can’t stand it anymore?"

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Alright, it was still the same person she knew, the cruelly sarcastic Fu Yanhe, cursing even himself when he got going.

Fu Yanhe, with a cold face, drove his wheelchair back to the bedside: "Climb up yourself."

Reprimanded by him, Shen Yanhe obediently began to climb onto the bed, but the moment she moved, a pair of cool and firm hands slipped under her armpits and effortlessly lifted her, gently laying her on the bed.

The owner of those hands continued to taunt her: "You struggle even to climb into bed, where do you find the strength to give me injections? Are you trying to kill me so you can inherit the Fu Family’s estate?"

Shen Yanhe kept a straight face: "..."

Yes, yes, everything you say is right.

Watching her listless appearance, a fleeting smile passed through Fu Yanhe’s eyes, disappearing quickly.

"Shen Yanhe, don’t cause me any unnecessary trouble," Fu Yanhe said flatly as he looked at her, "I don’t like trouble."

"So tonight, you stay here in the hospital for observation, and I’ll come to take you back tomorrow."

Upon hearing his dislike for trouble, Shen Yanhe tightened her grip on the blanket, lay back obediently on the bed, and sighed, "Okay."

Seeing she had no intention of leaving the bed, Fu Yanhe finally felt at ease to leave. Before he left, he called the manor’s butler: "Uncle Liu, arrange for a maid to come to Ancheng Private Hospital to take care of the young mistress."

"Yes, young master."

Having arranged everything for Shen Yanhe, Fu Yanhe then returned to the manor.

He had just been wheeled into the hall when a teacup was thrown at him, followed by Jiang Yun’s angry voice: "Fu Yanhe! Is that how you protect your sister?"

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