A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 99 This is My Duty as a Husband

Chapter 99: Chapter 99 This is My Duty as a Husband

Shen Yanhe felt a cool sensation on her red, swollen, and hot cheeks, paused for a moment, and quickly shook her head, "It doesn’t hurt."

After speaking, upon seeing Fu Yanhe’s deep eyes, she pursed her lips and, as if possessed, corrected herself, "Well, it does hurt a little..."

When people are angry, they tend to be unusually strong, and Ye Min was no exception.

Not to mention that Ye Min had done a lot of work in the countryside, making her stronger than the average old person. The slap she had just delivered was full of anger, with no mercy whatsoever.

Half of her cheek still felt numb.

Fu Yanhe looked at the maid standing on the side, trembling and not daring to move, and ordered her, "Go to the kitchen and get a bag of ice."

The maid quickly nodded, "Yes," and turned to walk briskly towards the kitchen.

After the maid brought out a bag of ice, Shen Yanhe reached out her hand, "Give it to me, I’ll do it myself."

"Give it to me." A pale, slender hand reached out, and the maid quickly placed the bag of ice in his hand.

Fu Yanhe touched the bag of ice in his hand, then had the maid fetch a clean towel and wrapped the bag with it.

He then leaned toward her, gently applying the towel wrapped around the ice bag to her face, rubbing gently over the swollen area.

The burning sensation on her face was chased away by the coolness of the ice, bringing a measure of comfort and causing Shen Yanhe to involuntarily squint her cat-like eyes, resembling a sun-basking cat being stroked.

Seeing her comfortable, Fu Yanhe finally spoke, "Are you silly? Won’t you dodge when someone hits you?"

His tone was a bit heavy due to his anger, and his voice was cold yet magnetic, quite pleasant to hear.

Shen Yanhe couldn’t help but rub her ears, the round and clear cat-like eyes filled with helplessness, "Grandma was upset about me hiding my marriage from her, she would have been angrier if I had dodged."

It was better to endure a slap from her and let her vent.

Moreover, she had endured many injuries, big and small; a slap on the face would only result in swelling for a few days, it was nothing serious.

Fu Yanhe fell silent upon hearing this, his eyelashes slightly lowered.

Shen Yanhe didn’t continue to dwell on this topic, and honestly tilted her head back, allowing him to gently rub her face with the towel.

After the swelling on her face subsided a bit, Fu Yanhe finally took the towel away.

At the same time, Si Fang and Wu Fang brought in Shen Guowei and Gan Danxue, who had been taken away earlier.

The two looked extremely disheveled, and their expressions were somewhat panicked as they looked at Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe, not daring to speak.

Fu Yanhe slowly placed the towel on the coffee table, lifted his eyes, and looked at them with a cold, indifferent gaze, "How do you want to deal with them?"

His tone was casual, clearly not valuing these two lives at all.

It was as if they were just two insignificant insects that could be disposed of at will.

Upon hearing this, Shen Guowei’s legs went weak, and he fell to the ground with a thud, while Gan Danxue also broke out in a cold sweat, her eyes filled with terror.

Having Shen Yanhe deal with them? Given the extent of her hatred for them, would she even let them live?

Shen Guowei’s forehead kept breaking out in cold sweat, and his back was drenched, as he looked at Shen Yanhe with utter panic and cried out, "Yanhe, Yanhe, I am your uncle, your own uncle!"

"I was wrong, uncle won’t dare again, please spare me this once!"

Shen Yanhe watched Shen Guowei crying and begging for mercy, feeling utterly indifferent.

She had long since stopped considering Shen Guowei and his family as her own relatives.

Especially after realizing he had summoned Grandma, she had wanted to strike him down immediately.

But she couldn’t, she shouldn’t.

If he died, Grandma would be sad; he still needed to live.

Fu Yanhe sat in his wheelchair, lifting his eyelids nonchalantly, curious to see how Shen Yanhe would handle the situation.

The more Shen Guowei begged, the more hopeless he felt.

He was well aware that what their family had done was despicable, and there was no reconciling with Shen Yanhe.

He felt somewhat resentful.

But hadn’t Shen Yanhe lived quite well after her marriage of convenience to the Fu Family?

Why couldn’t she forgive them this once, considering they were all family?

Half a minute later, just as Shen Guowei was about to lose his nerve, Shen Yanhe spoke, "If you want me to forgive you, I can, but you must agree to two conditions."

Shen Guowei’s eyes brightened, "Say them! I’ll agree to any conditions!"

"From now on, you are not to seek out Grandma on your own, nor bother her with other matters, nor upset her."

Shen Guowei nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I agree to this condition!"

He wouldn’t dare go find Ye Min now.

That ruthless old man could hurt people badly, he had nearly killed him just now.

"Take good care of your wife and daughter."

Shen Yanhe’s gaze landed on Gan Danxue, her moist, clear feline eyes harbored a hint of fierceness that made Gan Danxue step back in fear.

"If they do something that displeases me, I’ll hold you accountable."

Being so bluntly threatened by a junior, Shen Guowei felt humiliated, and his expression turned slightly unpleasant, but he had no choice but to nod, "Okay, I’ll take care of them."

"I hope you keep your word." Shen Yanhe stood up, eyes lowered toward Fu Yanhe, "Shall we go back?"

Fu Yanhe nodded, "Yes."

Shen Yanhe took the initiative to push Fu Yanhe out, followed by Si Fang and Wu Fang.

Shen Guowei and Gan Danxue breathed a sigh of relief.

The fearsome god of death had finally left.

"Wait." Fu Yanhe’s cold voice sounded, making Shen Yanhe stop instinctively.

He slightly turned his head, his gaze coldly fixed on Shen Guowei: "Shen Guowei."

Feeling his gaze, Shen Guowei abruptly held his breath, feeling as though that gaze, sharp as a sword, almost split him open.

His back dripping with cold sweat, he trembled as he choked out, "Fu, Fu Young Master, do you have any further commands?"

"If anyone targets the Shen Family, it’s Fu Yanhe, and it has nothing to do with my Yanyan."

Fu Yanhe’s tone was calm, yet veiled an intense chill, "If you dare trouble my Yanyan, harm my people, then the Shen Family will no longer need to exist."

"Do you understand?"

This was his warning and threat to the Shen Family.

Shen Guowei’s face alternated between pale and livid, foreheads sweat dripping continuously, nodding stiffly: "Yes, I understand."

Fu Yanhe glanced at him lightly, withdrawing his gaze, "Let’s go."

Shen Yanhe silently pushed Fu Yanhe out the door, getting into the car that San Fang had just driven up.

Once seated in the car, Shen Yanhe quietly watched Fu Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe leaned back in his seat, his eyes lazily lifting to meet hers, "What is it?"

"Thank you," Shen Yanhe pursed her lips, speaking earnestly.

The girl’s delicate pale face was serious, half tinted with a light pink, her lips moist and rosy.

Such a well-behaved girl.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes suddenly darkened, his fingers lightly twirling, unable to resist reaching out to smooth her slightly disheveled hair, saying softly, "No need to thank me."

"It’s what I should do."

"I am your husband, and as a husband, it is my duty."