A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 77 Creating Traces of Affection

Chapter 77: Chapter 77 Creating Traces of Affection

Before Shen Yanhe could extricate herself from Fu Yanhe’s embrace, the man whose eyes had been tightly closed suddenly opened them, his pitch-black pupils staring intently at her, with a hint of mockery in his eyes, he took the initiative and retorted, "You want to run away after hugging me?"

A blush emerged on Shen Yanhe’s delicate and fair face, she moved slightly back, trying to leave his embrace, "I’m, I’m sorry."

Given how restless she was in her sleep, it was indeed possible she had snuggled into his arms after Fu Yanhe went to bed.

"Wait a moment." Fu Yanhe’s hand, which had been on Shen Yanhe’s waist, suddenly tightened, pulling her soft, warm body back into his embrace once more.

The soft body pressed snugly against his cool one, so intimately it seemed as though they were a couple deeply in love.

Shen Yanhe’s body stiffened slightly, huddled in Fu Yanhe’s arms, not daring to move. She tilted her fair neck to look at him, and just as she was about to speak, she saw Fu Yanhe suddenly lower his head to her neck.

The neck was her sensitive spot, and the moment she felt the moist, warm touch there, Shen Yanhe’s body almost sprang up.

But she was held tightly by Fu Yanhe, unable to move.

The next moment, her neck felt a pain, a pain that came with an indescribable tingling pleasure.

It made her body go soft in an instant, pressing closer against him.

Shen Yanhe’s hands involuntarily tightened around the collar of Fu Yanhe’s shirt, the corners of her eyes filling with unbearable blush, her voice trembling, "Fu, Fu Yanhe, what, what are you doing?"

Fu Yanhe pulled back slightly, his gaze lowered to the fresh red love bite on her fair neck, his cool hand gently caressing it.

Shen Yanhe couldn’t help trembling, as if he held her lifeline in his hands.

He looked at Shen Yanhe, whose eyes now bore a trace of rose, and magnanimously explained, "Creating a mark of our affection."

He was utterly fed up with the old lady’s plans to match him with Xia Ran.

To make the old lady give up, he had to create an illusion of being deeply in love with Shen Yanhe, as if no one else but her would do.

Shen Yanhe sighed softly, raised her eyes to meet Fu Yanhe’s, and in an instant, she understood his plan.

After suppressing the deep, trembling sensation on her neck, she pursed her lips, and strived to keep her voice calm, "The next time you kiss me, you have to tell me in advance. I’ll cooperate with you, just don’t... do it so suddenly."

Fu Yanhe hadn’t expected Shen Yanhe’s response to be so inexperienced.

She wasn’t like this when she had him pinned down at the MX underground boxing ring.

But he had to admit, her inexperienced reaction brought him a certain pleasure.

He couldn’t help but gently touch the exceptionally soft skin of the neck again and agreed with her, "Okay."

The tightly closed door was knocked on once more, along with the servant’s voice, "Young Master, Young Mistress, the meal is ready, it’s time to eat."

Shen Yanhe felt warmth on her cheeks, and hurriedly escaped from Fu Yanhe’s arms, her gaze lowered, not daring to look at him, she reminded him, "It’s time to eat."

Then she got out of bed first, nimbly pushing Fu Yanhe’s wheelchair to the bedside to help him get down.

Fu Yanhe’s gaze, however, settled on her feet on the floor, his brow slightly furrowed, he said coldly, "You don’t want your feet anymore?"

Shen Yanhe pursed her lips, pulled over her own wheelchair, and compliantly sat down, muttering softly, "My injuries are almost healed..."

Fu Yanhe, turning a deaf ear, propped himself up using the bed and settled himself into the wheelchair properly.

Both seated in their wheelchairs, they descended downstairs together.

In the dining room, Fu Xiao, Fu Yu, and Jiang Yun were already there, and even Xia Ran was present.

It seemed that the old lady had called Xia Ran back after she ran away; they were all gathered around the old lady, chatting merrily.

The laughter ceased abruptly as everyone in the dining room saw Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe arrive.

Fu Xiao, who had been severely dealt with by Fu Yanhe just the day before, felt a bit intimidated upon seeing him, and stopped talking, bowing his head and drinking water voraciously.

Fu Yu and Jiang Yun had also had some unpleasantness with Fu Yanhe a few days ago; upon seeing the two of them, they greeted neither, sipping tea on their own.

Old Madam Fu’s smile on her face also faded, and she glanced at them with a distant look, offering condescendence from her high perch, "Now that you’re here, take your seats. So many people are waiting for the two of you to dine."

Upon seeing Fu Xiao, Shen Yanhe restrained the tumult of hatred in her heart, pretended to be scared, and fell a step behind Fu Yanhe, hiding her body behind his.

Fu Yanhe also noticed Fu Xiao, glancing at him with a cold, indifferent look that sent chills down Fu Xiao’s spine before he retracted his gaze and led Shen Yanhe to their seats.

After he had taken his seat, Xia Ran, with watery apricot eyes, looked at Fu Yanhe as if afraid of being misunderstood and explained in a soft, tender voice, "Ah Yanhe, Grandma Fu kept me for dinner, and I will leave after eating. I won’t come to disturb you two again in the future."

Fu Yanhe didn’t respond to her and poured himself a cup of tea from the table and gave it to Shen Yanhe with a warm voice, "It’s a bit hot, drink slowly."

Shen Yanhe obediently took it, nodded gently, and responded with a murmur.

As she drank the water, she slightly lowered her head, revealing a bright kiss mark on the back of her neck.

Naturally, the others saw it too. Xia Ran’s pupils shrank with a tinge of pain in her heart, her hand clenched into a fist, the sharp nails piercing her palm, but she didn’t let go.

He had actually... touched her.

Fu Yu and Jiang Yun exchanged a surprised look.

They really hadn’t expected that Fu Yanhe would actually lay a hand on Shen Yanhe.

Old Madam Fu’s brow furrowed slightly; she too hadn’t anticipated that Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe’s feelings for each other were that strong.

Since that was the case, splitting them apart would indeed be difficult.

Forget it.

She’d act when their affections faded.

Fu Xiao meanwhile teasingly said to Fu Yanhe, "My dear nephew, I didn’t expect you and your nephew’s wife to be so close. It’s just been a few hours, and you couldn’t bear it, tsk tsk."

A cold glint flashed quickly in Shen Yanhe’s eyes, but she remained silent and shyly lowered her head, sipping her tea.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes lazily lifted, but he ignored Fu Xiao.

An awkward expression appeared on Fu Xiao’s face, and a silent fury burned within him.

He was about to say something when the meal that was prepared was served by the servants.

Old Madam Fu placed her tea cup on the table and said, "Let’s eat."

Fu Xiao dutifully closed his mouth and ate.

When the meal was over, Old Madam Fu wiped the corner of her mouth and finally revealed the purpose of having them come back for the meal, "Ah Yanhe, since your third uncle has returned from abroad, he can’t be loafing around every day."

She said lightly, "I thought about it, and decided to let your third uncle work at Fu Corporation. After all, he can’t handle hardship, and working at other companies will surely lead to bullying. It’s better to go to our own company, and you can look after him as well."

Jiang Yun frowned and looked at Fu Yanhe without saying a word.

She knew her little uncle well.

Spoiled from childhood, he could be indulged in drinking and gambling, but having him go to work steadily? That was impossible.

Having him enter Fu Corporation would likely bring trouble.

A glimmer flickered in Shen Yanhe’s eyes; she had thought Old Madam Fu was going to blame them, but it turned out she was arranging Fu Xiao’s future.

It seemed that Fu Xiao hadn’t complained to Old Madam Fu.

After all, he still needed something from Fu Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe’s gaze lowered as he elegantly sipped his soup with a spoon, "Grandma, what position were you thinking of for third uncle in the corporation?"

Thinking Fu Yanhe had agreed with her, Old Madam Fu finally warmed up to him, her voice softening a bit, "Let him be a general manager or something. Give him an idle position to pass his days."

Fu Xiao also smiled ingratiatingly at Fu Yanhe, patting his chest in assurance, "Don’t worry, my dear nephew, I will definitely work hard and won’t mess up..."