A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 89: Is It Because You Fell in Love with Her Wife?

Chapter 89: Chapter 89: Is It Because You Fell in Love with Her Wife?

Xia Ran couldn’t stand it any longer, bit her lip, and rushed in front of Fu Yanhe, barging between him and Shen Yanhe, thrusting her swollen face in front of his eyes.

With an expression of immense grievance, she said, "Yanhe, don’t listen to her nonsense; I didn’t splash her at all. If I had splashed her first, would she still look so clean?"

"Look at my face, she slapped it swollen with a plate!"

Xia Ran anxiously hoped in her heart that Fu Yanhe would stand up for her.

After all, Fu Yanhe used to love her so much, cherish her so much; he definitely would take her side.

But, to Xia Ran’s disappointment,

Fu Yanhe looked indifferently at the mess on the table and then his gaze lightly landed on her half-swollen face, saying nonchalantly, "Still too mild."

"Let professionals handle professional matters, next time bring your bodyguard with you and let them help you."

Xia Ran’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Shen Yanhe’s face lit up with a tender, sweet smile, her cat-like eyes curving, she nodded obediently, "Okay."

Xia Ran fell apart.

"Yanhe, how can you be like this?" she looked at Fu Yanhe with eyes red and tearing, her tears falling down splash by splash, "You weren’t like this before, you used to love me."

Indeed, even if she did something wrong in the past, Fu Yanhe would be very forgiving.

Shen Yanhe’s smile paused, and she couldn’t help but look towards Fu Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe looked at Xia Ran with a very cold gaze, his eyes as if he had never known her, so strange: "That Fu Yanhe, has died."

Xia Ran, pierced by his strange gaze, felt a pain in her heart and couldn’t bear it; she covered her mouth and ran away crying.

After Xia Ran left, Fu Yanhe turned to look at Shen Yanhe, his brows furrowed, questioning with concern, "What have you been doing all afternoon? How come you haven’t come home yet?"

Shen Yanhe picked up the black plastic bag from beside the chair and took out a bottle, "I went to the pharmaceutical room to make medicine."

Wu Fang and San Fang, who had been silent, upon seeing the bottle Shen Yanhe was holding, with the large characters "Kidney Treasure" on it, had their expressions turn weird in an instant.

The two looked at Fu Yanhe almost simultaneously.

Fu Yanhe’s face darkened, and his eyes dangerously fixed on her, "Shen Yanhe, are you insulting me?"

Could she have really wasted an entire afternoon making Kidney Treasure pills?

Was this woman really so insatiable?

Didn’t he already prove his capability to her that night at the MX underground boxing ring?

Shen Yanhe was momentarily stunned by his questioning and turned the bottle to look at it, it was only upon seeing the words "Kidney Treasure" that she realized Fu Yanhe had misunderstood.

"You’ve misunderstood," Shen Yanhe quickly unscrewed the cap and poured some green paste into her palm.

She extended her hand towards Fu Yanhe and explained, "What’s inside is a scar removal paste. After finishing it, I realized I hadn’t prepared a container for the paste, so I used a Kidney Treasure bottle as a stopgap."

Fu Yanhe, seeing the crystal-clear paste, releasing a faint fragrance in her palm, relaxed his expression a bit, realizing he had misunderstood.

He looked disdainfully at the Kidney Treasure bottle in Shen Yanhe’s hand and said reproachfully, "Why did you bring it out without explaining sooner? Of course, that would make it easy to misunderstand."

As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, pulled Shen Yanhe’s hand, and carefully wiped the paste off her palm.

"Let’s go, back to the mansion, to see how effective your half-day’s work on the scar removal paste is."

Shen Yanhe looked down at her cleaned palm, her long, thick eyelashes trembling slightly. The gentle touch from the handkerchief seemed to linger, causing her to involuntarily clench her fist.

Together with Fu Yanhe, Shen Yanhe returned to the estate.

After having dinner together, Fu Yanhe went back to his room to deal with work-related matters, while Shen Yanhe prepared the antidote.

Watching the flames dance under the earthen pot, Shen Yanhe leaned back in her chair and took out her phone to send a message to Make a fortune.

[YM]: The scar removal cream that’s been prepared is in the pharmacy, remember to go get it.

[Make a fortune]: Got it!

After seeing the reply, Shen Yanhe turned off her phone and continued to watch over the medicine.

On the other side of the ocean, Make a fortune immediately sent a message to Manager Chen.

Manager Chen, having been busy all day, was about to go home to rest when he received a message from his own BOSS, instructing him to go to the pharmacy, take the scar removal cream left by Shen Yanhe, and place it in the display case in Chunhe Hall.

Manager Chen, seeing the generous pay that he received, went ahead and opened the pharmacy. After searching around, he finally saw an earthenware pot labeled "Scar Removal Cream" on the medicine-making platform.

Manager Chen: "..."

Using an earthenware pot to contain scar removal cream, Miss Shen’s taste really is unique.

Manager Chen fell into thought while looking at the other side of the pot, which bore the words "Kidney Treasure."

Should he really put this pot on display?

If he does, will the BOSS fire him when he returns?

-

In the Fu family estate, inside Fu Yanhe’s room.

"Fu Xiao was relatively well-behaved today; apart from bragging to his subordinates, he didn’t make any unnecessary moves. After arriving at the company, Fu Yu took over the position of the person responsible for interfacing with the Qi Corporation and personally undertook the negotiations."

"He also spread a warning behind the scenes, cautioning various companies not to cooperate with the recently reactivated Song Corporation."

Fu Yanhe sat in the office chair, with a laptop on the desk in front of him. The screen showed several men in suits sitting in an office.

At that moment, a man in a gray suit was dutifully reporting to Fu Yanhe the movements of Fu Xiao and Fu Yu.

Fu Yanhe slightly closed his eyes, his slender, pale fingertips gently tapping on the black desk surface: "Continue."

"We have thoroughly investigated the identity of Dr. YM. The person who was dealing with us was indeed an impostor, and I have taken care of him," another man wearing a black suit, his skin tanned and his physique remarkably tall, said in a deep voice.

"The man was the internationally renowned Thousand-Faced, attracted by our high commission. He impersonated Dr. YM to negotiate with us. If it weren’t for your reminder, Boss, to be extra vigilant, we might have been tricked by that cunning individual."

Fu Yanhe slightly opened his eyes, his eyebrows faintly raised.

So it was really a fake?

Unexpectedly, he thought of the few words of caution from Shen Yanhe at that time, which aroused a sense of discord in his heart.

Were those words of caution a coincidence?

Fu Yanhe’s thoughts flowed, but his face did not reveal anything. He raised his eyes and asked, "Anything else?"

The men in both gray and black suits shook their heads in unison.

Sitting in the corner, a man in a white suit who hadn’t said much raised his hand: "Wait, Boss, I have a question."

The man had a naturally smiley mouth, the corners slightly raised, and his pitch-black eyes curiously looked towards Fu Yanhe as he asked, "Boss, I’ve heard recently from Wu Fang that you seem quite special towards ’that one’s’ wife."

"Is it because you’ve fallen in love with his wife?"