A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 74: Pampering Little Fu

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Pampering Little Fu

In the evening, when she came to administer acupuncture to Fu Yanhe, Fu Yanhe didn’t say a word to her throughout the process, looking like a mute. His expression was cold and indifferent as he watched her insert needles into his body.

Shen Yanhe gave him medicine, and he took it, when she asked him to soak his feet, he did so.

But he didn’t say a word to her.

This was also the first time Shen Yanhe had dealt with a man, and she didn’t know how to resolve this situation.

The two of them were like silent gourds, awkwardly coexisting.

San Fang and Wu Fang stood on the side, looking at the two who had barely spoken all evening, and even the usually clueless San Fang felt that the awkward atmosphere was not quite right.

He cautiously nudged Wu Fang with his elbow and asked in a lowered voice, "What’s with the young mistress and young master? Why haven’t they spoken all night? Are they playing some kind of mute game?"

"The kind where whoever speaks first has to pay a fine?"

Wu Fang glanced at San Fang with a face that said more than words could express and answered, "You better hope the young master doesn’t hear you, otherwise he’d literally turn you into a mute."

It was clear that the young master and young mistress were having a disagreement.

How could they be playing a game?

San Fang scratched his head, cautiously looking again at the two still silent people.

He didn’t understand.

If it wasn’t a game, why wouldn’t the two of them talk all night?

Could they not feel how suffocating it was?

Of course, Shen Yanhe felt suffocated, not just suffocated, but also somewhat at a loss.

This was the first time someone had given her the cold shoulder.

If Fu Yanhe hadn’t helped her so much, she would have simply ignored this cold war.

But Fu Yanhe had helped her a lot, and if she continued to ignore it, it would make her seem a bit heartless.

Shen Yanhe sighed internally, gently massaging Fu Yanhe’s calves, which had become somewhat atrophied and pale from sitting for too long, and finally asked him softly, "Do you feel anything when I massage like this?"

Fu Yanhe’s gaze lowered to look at the delicate white hands methodically massaging his pale and unsightly calves. His throat tightened slightly, but he still didn’t speak.

In fact, he felt nothing.

His nerves had been damaged, and he had no sensation below his thighs.

But for some reason, when Shen Yanhe’s hands touched and massaged him, he felt a faint flame burning, bringing warming waves up from his calves.

Shen Yanhe paused her movements slightly, looking up at him.

In the dim yellow light of the room, the man before her was dressed in a black nightgown, his black hair soft and flowing, and the slight pursing of his thin lips exuded an air of indifference.

He looked like he should be a very cold and fierce man.

Yet, for some reason, Shen Yanhe had the inexplicable feeling that the Fu Yanhe before her was like a little child throwing a tantrum because he couldn’t get candy.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Strange, why would she think like that.

Fu Yanhe, sensing her gaze, slightly lifted his eyes and gave her an extremely cold look, then lowered his gaze again without initiating any conversation.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Even more so now.

Forget it.

Shen Yanhe let out a light sigh internally, and considering how much he had helped her, decided to coax him a bit.

She looked at Fu Yanhe, cautiously reaching out to hook his hand resting on his knee, his fingers distinct and slender like jade.

Feeling the soft warmth from her hand, Fu Yanhe dropped his gaze to her movements, not moving his hand away, but not asking her to stop either.

Seeing this, Shen Yanhe grew bolder, hooking his little finger with her slender one and intertwining them.

Her voice, sweet and soft, whined, "I know I was wrong, don’t ignore me, okay?"

No matter what, apologize first, smooth things over before anything else.

And then act coquettish.

Fu Yanhe’s throat moved, and he glanced down at their intertwined fingers, feeling a slight warmth at the tip of his heart. He finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, "Stop acting coquettish with me, I’m not swayed by that."

Shen Yanhe blinked and deliberately moved a few steps closer to him, almost touching his thigh.

Looking up at him with her moist cat-like eyes, she said, "If you pay attention to me, I won’t act coquettish."

Fu Yanhe caught a glimpse into her beautiful cat-like eyes, sighed helplessly, and thought of compromising.

Forget it.

If she didn’t want to speak, then let it be.

As long as she remained his wife, he would protect her.

"Stay a bit further away from me," he said.

Shen Yanhe cheerfully maneuvered her wheelchair backwards, "Alright."

No matter what, as long as he was willing to talk to her, that was enough.

"My leg nerves were damaged, I can’t feel anything below my thighs."

Only after Shen Yanhe moved farther away did Fu Yanhe answer her earlier question.

Shen Yanhe nodded in understanding, pulled out a small notebook from her pocket the size of a palm, asked Fu Yanhe about his previous visits to check his leg, and also asked him for the previous medical records.

In the shadows, Wu Fang went to a safe, took out the medical records of Fu Yanhe’s previous examinations of his leg, and handed them to Shen Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe had seen many doctors for his leg injury before, both traditional Chinese and Western doctors, stacking up a thick pile of medical files.

After receiving the medical records, Shen Yanhe didn’t rush to examine them but first massaged Fu Yanhe’s leg for a while and then poured out the soaked medicinal water.

Then she seriously began to examine the medical records under the light.

Fu Yanhe’s nervous system was indeed damaged, and the neurological damage was too severe for Western medicine to cure. If he hadn’t met her, his chances of standing again in this lifetime were indeed very slim.

After examining his medical records, several treatment plans for Fu Yanhe’s leg came to Shen Yanhe’s mind.

But before treating his leg, the toxins in his body needed to be completely removed; until then, treatment for the leg could only begin with preliminary preparations.

Fu Yanhe was also holding documents from his company and working on them.

But for some reason, he just couldn’t focus on the content of the documents tonight, and instead, he found himself unable to keep his eyes off Shen Yanhe.

The girl sitting under the dim light had skin white as snow, and her black hair smoothly fell behind her, with occasional strands playfully falling across her cheeks. Her cat-like eyes were slightly lowered, allowing her long, curled eyelashes to flutter gently.

Dainty and seductive.

Like a little sprite that had landed in his room.

The little sprite sensed the slightly burning gaze on her, and she looked up.

But she saw Fu Yanhe earnestly looking at the document in his hands.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Was it just her imagination?

Not dwelling on the gaze she felt just moments before, Shen Yanhe picked up a pen beside her, and wrote a new prescription for Detoxification Medicine.

She handed the prescription to San Fang, "This is the new Detoxification Medicine recipe. My leg hasn’t healed, so I can’t go and get the medicine myself. I’ll have to trouble you to make a run for it."

San Fang was about to reach out to take it, but Wu Fang, who was standing next to him, grabbed the prescription first, speaking solemnly, "It’s no trouble at all. It’s my honor to run errands for Lady Young Master."

San Fang: "?"

San Fang looked disapprovingly at Wu Fang.

This task was clearly mine, Lady Young Master asked me to run the errands!

With unwavering eyes, Wu Fang holding the prescription left the room to get the medicine.

As Shen Yanhe prepared to go back to her room to rest, the phone on the bedside table in Fu Yanhe’s room rang.