A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 68 Dream

Chapter 68: Chapter 68 Dream

It was obvious that Zhao Chang’s number could no longer be reached.

Upon hearing the persistent beeping from the phone, Zhao Chang’s heart nearly stopped with fright. He turned to Fu Yanhe in a panic, explaining, "Mr. Fu, everything I said is true, that woman indeed used this number to sell the drugs."

"How about this, give me a chance, and I’ll find that woman for you, to redeem my faults with merits, would that work?"

Although Zhao Chang did not know what the woman had done with the drugs after purchasing them, it now seemed that she had offended Fu Yanhe and had dragged him into this mess as well.

It was clear that if he did not find the woman for Fu Yanhe, he would likely not be let go easily.

Fu Yanhe looked down at him with eyes dark and icily impersonal, making Zhao Chang’s skin crawl, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his body going weak, nearly urinating on the spot right in front of him.

Half a minute later, Fu Yanhe finally spoke, "Three days."

"If you don’t bring the person to me in three days, you’ll be fish food in the sea."

"Yes, yes, yes," Zhao Chang immediately agreed, feeling relieved.

As long as he had a chance, he feared not having any chance at all and being thrown directly into the sea to feed the fish.

The fish raised by Mr. Fu were not harmless goldfish but great white sharks from the deep sea.

And the woman who contacted him to buy drugs had not disguised her voice. As long as he heard her voice, he would recognize her instantly. Once he handed her over to Fu Yanhe, he would be safe!

Relieved Zhao Chang did not notice at all the pitying look in Qi Fang’s eyes.

Offending the young master of their house only differentiated between immediate death and a delayed one.

An immediate death was still clean and swift, but a delayed one... would inevitably be worse than death.

Upon leaving the basement, Fu Yanhe’s face showed signs of fatigue. With slightly lowered eyes, he commanded, "Inform them to withdraw from projects in collaboration with the Xia Group and find new partnership companies."

"Spread the news about Xia Tianxiong keeping an illegitimate child outside the family."

"Yes."

San Fang silently mourned for the Xia Family for a few seconds.

It was bad enough to provoke anyone, but they just had to provoke their young master.

This would surely cause the Xia Family serious harm.

After arranging the actions against the Xia Family, Fu Yanhe fell silent for half a minute, his eyes dark and deep, his voice a distant murmur, "That person... any news?"

San Fang shook his head, "No."

"Young master, it’s been too long. The person you asked us to find has long since moved away from that area."

"I know," Fu Yanhe lowered his eyes, "Keep searching, and if we can’t find anything in half a year... then forget it."

San Fang sighed helplessly as he watched Fu Yanhe, "Yes."

After instructing on all matters, Fu Yanhe finally returned to his room to bathe and rest.

Perhaps because of the day’s exhaustion, Fu Yanhe rarely dreamed of that cold, dark, and narrow room.

The extreme cold enveloped him, causing him to curl up in a corner, his body shivering and his consciousness dim and muddled.

Cold... so cold...

Was he going to die here?

"My goodness." Just as his consciousness gradually sank into darkness, a sweet and soft voice suddenly came through, followed by a soft warmth that enveloped his rigid, icy body, "Why are you hiding here? If I hadn’t found you, you might have frozen to death."

Fu Yanhe felt himself being lifted, carried away by the person who had found him.

Only when he had left the cold and darkness far behind did his muddled consciousness begin to clear.

Fu Yanhe struggled to open his eyes, eager to see the face of the one who had brought him out of the darkness and cold.

But at the moment she opened her eyes, she saw a miniaturized Shen Yanhe squatting in front of her, looking at her with concern, "Are you all right?"

-

Fu Yanhe’s heart gave a heavy thump, and he abruptly sat up on the bed, gasping for breath.

As his vision gradually focused, Fu Yanhe looked at the familiar room and the brightly lit sky outside the window before he hazily realized that he had just been dreaming.

He sat on the bed for a long time with a complex expression, unable to help but lift his hand to his forehead.

Why had he dreamt of Shen Yanhe?

In the dream, Shen Yanhe was still that little girl who had saved him?

Fu Yanhe: "..."

"This is crazy."

-

Meanwhile, at Ancheng Private Hospital.

In the sickroom, Shen Yanhe woke from her sleep and sat up against the pillow, rubbing her slightly aching temples with a very complex expression on her face.

Really strange.

Why had she dreamt of the little boy whom she had saved from the abandoned ice cellar when she was a child?

Back then, her father hadn’t disappeared, her mother hadn’t had the accident, she still lived in the city, often playing hide and seek with a few friends. It was while looking for them that she found a dirty little boy hidden in a neighbor’s abandoned ice cellar.

She had thought he was already frozen to death, which really scared her.

But after she had rescued the boy, he didn’t say thank you before being taken away by his family.

Now, so many years had passed since that incident, and still being able to dream about it was truly amazing.

As Shen Yanhe was collecting her thoughts, the door of the sickroom was pushed open with a creak from the outside.

Shen Yanhe paused the rubbing of her temples and looked up, murmuring to herself with surprise.

Fu Yanhe is here so soon today?

As she looked, she saw a large bunch of red roses extend through the partly opened door.

Shen Yanhe: "?"

Following that, Shen Yanhe saw the head poking out from behind the roses.

Ji Qian, holding a thermos in his other hand and making eye contact with her, showed a few traces of shyness on his handsome face, "Yanhe, you’re awake."

"Ji Qian? What are you doing here?" Shen Yanhe looked at Ji Qian in surprise, thinking Fu Yanhe had come.

She hadn’t seen Ji Qian since after that night at the bar.

She thought he had gone off to busy himself with his own affairs and didn’t expect he would come to visit her.

"Ji Haosheng is my brother. I found out from him yesterday that you hurt your foot, asked which sickroom you were in, and came to see you," Ji Qian explained, setting the roses on the bedside table and then propping up the patient’s dining table.

After opening the thermos on the table, "I didn’t expect you to wake up so early, just in time to try the preserved egg and lean pork congee my mom cooked."

"Please thank your mother for me," Shen Yanhe said with a trace of understanding flashing across her face, seeing the fragrant congee coming from the thermos and not declining, she smiled at Ji Qian and spoke.

Ji Qian smiled and handed her a spoon, "Try it."

Shen Yanhe hadn’t eaten much since yesterday, and now, smelling the aroma of the congee, her stomach began to growl.

With Ji Qian’s help, Shen Yanhe freshened up simply and then spoon by spoon, drank the congee while Ji Qian sat quietly by the bed watching her.

When she had almost finished the congee, Ji Qian took a deep breath, clenched his hand into a fist then released it, looking at her nervously, "Yan, Yanhe, I have something I want to tell you."