A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 80: Sleeping Together

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Sleeping Together

Xia Ran was scolded by Fu Yanhe in no uncertain terms, and in front of Shen Yanhe at that. Seeing the amusement flickering in Shen Yanhe’s eyes, a look of embarrassment crossed her face and a thread of hatred sprouted in her heart.

She sat on the ground, clutching her ankle with reddened eyes, and looked up at Fu Yanhe pitifully to explain, "I’m sorry, Yanhe, it’s because my legs went numb after squatting for too long, that’s why I couldn’t stand properly."

She inhaled sharply through clenched teeth, looking miserably at Fu Yanhe, "Yanhe, I think I’ve sprained my ankle, can you take me back to my room?"

Fu Yanhe’s brow furrowed slightly as Shen Yanhe’s sweet, soft voice intervened, "Yanhe is a man, after all, so it’s rather inconvenient. Why don’t I take Miss Xia back to her room?"

Fu Yanhe’s eyes flickered, and he turned around to see Shen Yanhe, fresh from bathing, approaching the doorway. He didn’t know when she had come, how long she had watched, or how much she had heard.

Xia Ran frowned slightly, just about to speak, when Shen Yanhe added, "Besides, Miss Xia is still Mr. Yan’s fiancée. If word got out that Yanhe helped you back to your room, it wouldn’t be good for Miss Xia’s reputation."

Xia Ran’s expression stiffened slightly.

She caught the implied meaning in Shen Yanhe’s words.

Having lost the support of the Fu Family, if the Yan Family were to withdraw as well, the Xia Family’s business would be in jeopardy.

While saying this, Shen Yanhe turned to look at Fu Yanhe, blinked her round, cat-like eyes, and revealed a sweet, soft smile, "Husband, don’t you agree with what I said?"

A slight movement crossed Fu Yanhe’s forehead as he nodded in agreement, "Quite right."

"But," his gaze fell upon Shen Yanhe’s still bandaged foot, his voice bland, "she doesn’t need you to take her. Let Wu Fang do it."

As he said this, Fu Yanhe took out his phone and sent a message to Wu Fang.

Within minutes, Wu Fang appeared at the doorway, followed by a maid.

Xia Ran stood up awkwardly with the aid of the maid, turning her head to look at Fu Yanhe and intending to say something, but her view was blocked by Wu Fang.

Wu Fang looked at her expressionlessly, "Miss Xia, it’s late. Please leave now so our young master and young mistress can rest."

Reluctantly, Xia Ran had no choice but to leave with the maid’s support.

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Once only Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe were left in the room, he looked up at her and asked, "Were you eavesdropping just now?"

Shen Yanhe spread her hands innocently, "I wasn’t; you were both talking right by the door. I couldn’t help but hear it if I didn’t want to listen."

She was just openly listening, wasn’t she?

"How much did you hear?" Fu Yanhe moved his wheelchair to face Shen Yanhe.

"Uh..." Shen Yanhe touched her nose with a slightly embarrassed look, her eyes twinkling, "I heard her pouring out her heart to you..."

"You, as the wife of Fu Yanhe, heard another woman confess to me, and you felt nothing?"

Shen Yanhe looked blankly at Fu Yanhe, who had by now approached, "I... Should I have felt something?"

Weren’t she and Fu Yanhe just a couple in name?

They had no feelings for each other.

Their displays of affection were all thanks to their good acting.

Fu Yanhe choked on her question, "..."

He looked at Shen Yanhe’s confused and innocent face, pressed at his slightly aching forehead, and wheeled himself towards the bathroom, "Forget it, I’m going to bathe, it’s time to rest."

Shen Yanhe said, "I’ve already prepared the water for you. Call me if you need help."

"Okay."

Half an hour later, Shen Yanhe massaged Fu Yanhe’s feet after his bath and watched him finish the detoxification medicine that Wu Fang prepared before she got ready for bed.

It was only then that Shen Yanhe belatedly realized that today, she would be sharing a bed with Fu Yanhe!

And they were going to sleep together while fully awake!

Fu Yanhe, seeing Shen Yanhe’s body suddenly stiffen, slightly raised his eyebrows, "What’s wrong?"

Shen Yanhe got out of bed, took out a spare blanket from the closet, and rolled it into a line down the middle of the bed.

Watching her actions, a slight darkness flashed across Fu Yanhe’s eyes, "What exactly are you doing?"

Shen Yanhe patted the blanket and declared righteously, "I’ve thought about it, I sleep too restlessly. For the sake of your purity, we need a ’Chu-Han border’ on the bed!"

With this Chu-Han border in place, she surely couldn’t end up in Fu Yanhe’s arms at night, right?

Thinking this, Shen Yanhe quickly climbed into bed and lay down, waving at Fu Yanhe, "Time to sleep, goodnight."

Fu Yanhe stared at the woman who had closed her eyes to sleep, and let out an ambiguous snort, but said nothing more. He turned off the bedside lamp and lay down to sleep.

The night was deep and silent.

The man, who had initially been lying in bed and fallen asleep with closed eyes, suddenly opened them. He tilted his head slightly, looking at the bothersome ball of cotton blanket in the middle, a hint of dark light flashing in his eyes.

He propped himself up on the bed with his hands, carefully sitting up.

After steadying himself, he took the blanket that was in the middle and threw it under the bed, then contentedly lay back down.

As he lay down, the other side’s Shen Yanhe, who was sound asleep, turned over and skillfully curled up in his arms.

Fu Yanhe’s hand clasped her soft waist and closed his eyes, falling back to sleep.

The next day.

After a dreamless night and a sweet sleep, Shen Yanhe woke up to find herself still wrapped in Fu Yanhe’s arms, with her arms and legs entangled around him like an octopus.

The "Chu-Han border" she had set up in the middle the night before had been kicked under the bed.

Since Fu Yanhe’s legs were unable to move, the "Chu-Han border" must have been kicked away by her.

Shen Yanhe: "..." What a sin.

As Shen Yanhe carefully moved her legs off of Fu Yanhe’s body, the man who had been asleep felt his eyelashes tremble slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

The two looked at each other: "..."

Shen Yanhe awkwardly waved her paw at him, her cheeks blushing a faint red, "Good morning."

Fu Yanhe gave her a deep, meaningful look with lowered eyes, "Morning."

His voice, hoarse from just waking up, was low and husky, compelling Shen Yanhe to rub her ears and get out of bed with feigned composure, "I’m going to the hospital today to see Shen Huai; are you coming along?"

"Yeah, I happen to have a check-up today. I can visit him after I’m done."

Fu Yanhe pretended not to notice the flushed ears hidden beneath Shen Yanhe’s black hair, propping himself up to sit.

When he saw the pile of blankets on the floor, he kept his composure and diverted his gaze, acting as if he hadn’t seen anything.

After the two got up and washed up, they went to the dining room and found that Fu Xiao and Fu Yu were already gone, probably off to work at the Fu Family corporation, and Xia Ran had also left.

Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe greeted the elderly Mrs. Fu, had breakfast, and then left the Fu Family mansion to drive to the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Fu Yanhe went to get his check-up while Shen Yanhe went straight to Shen Huai’s room.

As Shen Yanhe passed a corner, a pair of hands suddenly reached out from the side, grabbing the back of Shen Yanhe’s wheelchair!