A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 70 Are You Jealous?

Chapter 70: Chapter 70 Are You Jealous?

Shen Yanhe endured and endured, but ultimately couldn’t resist rolling her eyes, and said irritably, "Don’t be so loud, I’m not like a certain someone, who is so young yet deaf, I can hear."

Fu Yanhe’s face darkened further, "What did you say?"

This woman’s audacity had grown bigger and bigger, previously she was all meek in front of him, now she had the guts to indirectly insult him.

Shen Yanhe pursed her lips, restraining the urge to slap him on the head, and said, "Nothing."

"Didn’t you just hear Ji Qian confessing to me, but didn’t hear me rejecting him? I already made it clear to him that I don’t like him, I am married, and from now on, Ji Qian and I can only be friends."

"He harbors ulterior motives for you, how could he possibly just be friends with you?" Fu Yanhe sneered at the idea.

How could he be content with just being friends with the person he liked?

Besides, this friendship didn’t look pure at all.

"It’s just a formality." Shen Yanhe slightly lowered her gaze, hiding the indifference in her eyes, "Don’t worry, I won’t have an affair, I won’t make you a cuckold."

She didn’t like Ji Qian and thus wouldn’t give him any false hopes; she would reduce their private contact.

It was a bit of a pity, as she had just found a part-time job at Sandbag Gym and now had to quit, back to looking for another part-time job.

"However..." Shen Yanhe hid the cold glint in her eyes and lifted her head to look at Fu Yanhe with a touch of teasing, "You’re reacting so strongly, don’t tell me you’re jealous?"

Fu Yanhe looked at her expressionlessly and let out a cold snort, "Jealous? What a joke, I will never be jealous in my life."

Yet the ears hidden under his black hair had quietly turned a shade of pink.

Shen Yanhe raised her eyebrows slightly, decided to quit while she was ahead, and reassured Fu Yanhe, "Rest assured, as long as I am your wife, I will not mess around. Once I’ve achieved my goal and you want a divorce, I will not hold back."

Fu Yanhe’s hand tightened on the armrest of his wheelchair and he spoke without much expression, "We’ll talk about that when the time comes, for now, let’s go home."

Before coming, he had already asked Ji Haosheng and knew that Shen Yanhe’s body was no longer in serious danger, and that the wound on her foot would heal as long as she changed the dressing daily and kept it dry.

Shen Yanhe tactfully did not continue the topic, and when he reached out to lift her off the bed, she didn’t resist and nestled into his arms willingly as he carried her out of the hospital.

When they returned to the Fu Family estate, Fu Yanhe brought her to the bed and was about to leave when Shen Yanhe hurriedly called out to him, "Yanhe, wait a minute."

Fu Yanhe paused his wheelchair and turned to look at her.

"Um..." Shen Yanhe fidgeted with the bedsheet, hesitantly asking him, "How’s Song Shiwei? Is she alright?"

After she safely got Song Shiwei out, she had been in a daze and didn’t know what happened afterwards.

She wanted to send Song Shiwei a message to check on her after waking up yesterday but found her phone wasn’t with her, so she could only wait for Fu Yanhe to come and ask him about it.

"With Qi Yunqian there, she’s fine." Fu Yanhe spoke tersely, his gaze coldly falling on her bandaged foot, "At least she isn’t like a certain someone, getting herself injured all over."

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Shen Yanhe lay back on the bed, "Alright, I’m going back to sleep. Do me a favor and close the door on your way out, thanks."

Fu Yanhe glanced at her indifferently, didn’t say anything else, and nonetheless closed the door behind him when he left.

Shen Yanhe’s nap stretched all the way into late morning.

When she awoke, she heard bursts of clamor and noisy chatter coming from outside.

Shen Yanhe looked towards the maid who was about to draw back the curtains, her voice heavy with nasal sounds as she asked, "Why is it so noisy outside?"

"Oh, the third young master from the Fu Family has arrived, and they are preparing a welcome banquet for him outside."

Upon hearing those four words that were etched into her bones, Shen Yanhe’s pupils contracted sharply, and any residual drowsiness vanished in an instant.

She restrained herself, adjusting her slightly heavy breathing, gripping the cotton blanket covering her, and asked hoarsely again, "You said, who has returned?"

The maid, oblivious to Shen Yanhe’s change, answered while drawing the curtains, "Oh right, the young mistress has just married into the family, so you might not be aware of the Fu Family’s situation."

"The old mistress had three children. The eldest son is named Fu Weizhi, the father of the heir and the chairman of the Fu Corporation. He has now retired behind the scenes, recuperating in the United States, and usually doesn’t get involved in managing affairs."

"The second young master is named Fu Jingqiu. He fell out with the old mistress years ago to enter the entertainment industry and now rarely returns to the Fu Family."

"And the last one, the third young master who has just arrived, is named Fu Xiao. He has spent the most time by the old mistress’s side and is also her most beloved."

Shen Yanhe didn’t speak, her eyes flickering with a trace of mockery.

She also knew, aside from being the old mistress’s favorite, that Fu Xiao was a wastrel proficient in all sorts of vices, as well as a car enthusiast, though his driving skills were extremely poor.

She had waited so long, and finally, the man had returned.

Shen Yanhe took a deep breath, suppressing the thrill of excitement and agitation within her heart. Her eyes sparkled with a cold light as she threw off the blanket, "Just in time, I haven’t met my third uncle yet. I’ll go down now and greet him."

"Wait a moment." Seeing her about to get out of bed, the maid quickly exited the room and pushed in a wheelchair, "The heir said that if you’re going somewhere, you should sit in the wheelchair first, until your foot is healed enough to walk."

Shen Yanhe looked at this familiar wheelchair, speechless.

Great, both husband and wife ended up in wheelchairs.

Quite the match.

Not minding not having to walk, Shen Yanhe was not averse to it and sat down on the electric wheelchair prepared by Fu Yanhe, told the maid, and then operated the switch to head outside.

Taking the elevator downstairs, Shen Yanhe eagerly followed the direction of the noisy sounds to the Fu Family’s manor’s rear garden.

Upon arrival, she saw several young men and women gathered around a barbecue grill, with ingredients and beverages laid out on tables.

They were all chatting and laughing around a youth wearing a pink suit, handsome in appearance, sharing a resemblance with the old mistress of the Fu Family.

The moment Shen Yanhe laid eyes on the youth, she matched him with the person in that surveillance video in her head.

Her breathing grew heavy, her gaze fixated on the young man.

Perhaps it was the intensity of Shen Yanhe’s stare, but the chatting and laughing youth turned to look in her direction.

Shen Yanhe met his gaze, slowly, so slowly, a smile emerged on her face, the hidden sharpness vaguely revealed beneath the soft warmth of her smile.

Finally, I’ve met you, Fu Xiao, the third young master of the Fu Family.

The very person she wished to kill day and night, the mastermind responsible for her mother’s death.