A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 67 Self-inflicted Blame

Chapter 67: Chapter 67 Self-inflicted Blame

Pushing Fu Yanhe into the hall, San Fang caught the teacup thrown at him, his brows furrowed, showing a displeased expression as he looked towards Jiang Yun, who was full of anger on the sofa, and Fu Yu, who was covering her face and sobbing in pain.

"Madam, how could you throw a teacup at the young master? Don’t you know that the young master has difficulty moving his legs? What if it had hit him?"

Jiang Yun grew even angrier, glared fiercely at San Fang, and said in a cold voice, "Get out! You have no right to speak here!"

San Fang’s face darkened, he was about to say something more, but Fu Yanhe, who sat in the wheelchair with an indifferent expression, spoke calmly, "San Fang."

Reluctantly, San Fang stepped back and stood behind Fu Yanhe. Fu Yanhe’s eyes slightly lifted, his voice cold and somber, "Isn’t Fu Yu’s current predicament a result of her own doing?"

"A result of her own doing?" Jiang Yun’s heart filled with more fury, pointed at Fu Yu, and raised her voice, "Fu Yanhe, she is your sister!"

"No matter what she has done, as her brother, you should protect her unconditionally! Not leave her at the scene for others to mock!"

The moment she remembered receiving the call from Fu Yu, who cried on the phone that Fu Yanhe wasn’t looking after her, allowing Mrs. Qi to mock her, her heart nearly broke.

She doted on Fu Yu especially, and when she brought her back, asking her what happened at the engagement party, Fu Yu just cried without explaining, making her both angry and anxious. Once Fu Yanhe returned, she couldn’t contain her temper.

Fu Yanhe scoffed, his gaze falling on Fu Yu who was still covering her face and crying, the mockery in his eyes extremely thick, "Why don’t you ask your beloved daughter, my dear sister, what she did at someone else’s engagement party?"

Fu Yu’s body stiffened.

Fu Yanhe looked at her with a near smile, "At the engagement party, she maliciously schemed against the bride, her clumsy plot easily exposed, leaving the Qi Family embarrassed in front of all their guests today."

Jiang Yun had not expected the truth to be like this, no wonder Mrs. Qi told her to discipline Fu Yu properly.

Fu Yu quickly lowered her hands and looked pitifully at Jiang Yun, with tears in her eyes, she said, "Mom, I didn’t want to, I just... I just like Yunqian too much."

"He even said he liked me before, but in the end, he didn’t marry me... Instead, he married another woman, I couldn’t stand it, so I..."

As Fu Yu spoke, she couldn’t help but start to sob, covering her eyes and crying. Jiang Yun immediately bent down and hugged her, gently patting her on the back, "My dear, Mom doesn’t think you did anything wrong."

"Yes, Ayu did act too rashly, but it was Yunqian who pursued her first. If he hadn’t pursued her, would Ayu have fallen for him?"

"He let Ayu fall for him and then didn’t marry her. Ayu was just too upset that’s why she did that, besides, that woman didn’t cause any trouble either, did she?"

Jiang Yun held Fu Yu, who was crying, her eyebrows furrowed with dissatisfaction as she scolded Fu Yanhe, "But as her brother, you not only failed to help Ayu clean up her mess, you actually left her behind and walked away. Is that how a brother should act?"

"Fu Yanhe, don’t you forget how you got to where you are now."

Jiang Yun blurted out without thinking, immediately regretting it as soon as the words left her mouth.

She bit her lip, her brow and eyes revealing annoyance.

She had already decided never to bring up that incident again, taking it to her grave, yet she had impulsively spoken...

Fu Yanhe looked at Jiang Yun with an expressionless face until she showed a trace of guilt, then spoke blandly, "Rest assured, I haven’t forgotten."

He smiled faintly, "But don’t forget, the initiative is no longer in your hands, it’s in mine."

"Since you are so fond of Fu Yu, then you will be responsible for any damage she caused to the Qi Family. As for the apology, naturally, you’ll have to deliver it yourself."

After finishing, Fu Yanhe maneuvered his wheelchair towards his own building, "San Fang, let’s go."

San Fang: "Yes, Young Master."

Fu Yu, listening to the conversation between him and Jiang Yun, was completely befuddled and didn’t catch the details.

Once Fu Yanhe had left, she lifted her head and looked at Jiang Yun with confusion, "Mom, what did you mean by what you said to brother just now?"

"Children shouldn’t concern themselves with adult matters," Jiang Yun replied with annoyance still lingering in her eyes and brows, brushing off the question.

"Ah Yu, although Mom thinks you did nothing wrong concerning that issue with the Qi Family, it has still affected the relationship between our families. Tomorrow, you’ll accompany me to offer an apology."

To prevent Fu Yu from asking any more questions, Jiang Yun quickly changed the subject.

Knowing that she had indeed been impulsive, Fu Yu didn’t refuse the arrangement and nodded in agreement, albeit sullenly.

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After leaving the living room, on the way back with San Fang pushing Fu Yanhe’s wheelchair, Wu Fang, who had gone to investigate, came over with a respectful expression, "Young Master, we’ve apprehended the person."

Fu Yanhe’s expression was indifferent, "Take them to the basement."

Hidden beneath the Fu Family Manor garden was a basement, a place the Fu Family used for dealing with shady matters, utterly dark and damp.

At that moment in the basement, a man was bound hand and foot, a black hood over his head, desperately squirming on the ground, while muffled cries of "mmmph, mmmmph" came from him.

"Young Master," Qi Fang, who was waiting in the basement, went forward to pull the hood off the man’s head as he saw Fu Yanhe wheeled in.

The man’s face was bruised, his expression full of shock as he looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. The moment he saw Fu Yanhe, his pupils constricted in horror, and he twisted his body to crawl on the ground, offering a flimsy smile to Fu Yanhe, "Young Master Fu, you brought me here, what can I do for you?"

Looking down at the man on the ground from his elevated position, Fu Yanhe’s disfigured half-face hidden in the shadows, he seemed like an Asura from hell, his voice chillingly sinister, "Who bought an aphrodisiac from you today?"

Who bought an aphrodisiac?

The man was startled for a moment, then suddenly remembered today’s order; delivering the drug to Huangjin Grand Hotel, he stuttered, "There was, there was a woman."

"Today, a woman called me and offered me five hundred thousand to deliver a packet of aphrodisiac to her. She promised an additional hundred thousand after the job was done."

The man’s name was Zhao Chang, often mingling in both the lawful and underworld scenes, habitually undertaking high-priced dirty jobs. Many people from high society recognized him and had his contact information.

Usually shrewd in his dealings, he dared not easily offend anyone. He hadn’t anticipated being captured by Fu Yanhe today and was straightforward in his account, not daring to conceal anything.

"But when I delivered the goods, I didn’t see the woman come to pick them up. It was a waiter who came out to get them."

Fearing that Fu Yanhe might not believe him, Zhao Chang hurriedly shifted his body, revealing his trouser pocket, "Young Master Fu, everything I’m saying is true. I’ve still got the woman’s contact number she used; I didn’t delete it!"

Qi Fang put on a pair of gloves, retrieved the mobile phone from Zhao Chang’s pocket, pulled up the call history, and had Zhao Chang identify it before dialing the number.