Shen Yanhe looked at him, blinking innocently, "Didn’t I tell you?"
Fu Yanhe slightly loosened the grip on her chin, his thumb moving up to slowly caress her crimson lips, "You never ntioned it."
When Shen Yanhe first married into the Fu Family, Fu Yanhe had soone investigate her background.
The investigation showed her background was clean.
Deceased mother, missing father, a gravely ill younger brother, and she had dropped out of university early to work.
It was the background of an ordinary girl.
The fact that she fought in the MX ring and possessed dical skills was completely undiscoverable.
It was as if soone had hidden everything for her.
He knew very little about her.
Fortunately, it was not too late to learn now.
Shen Yanhe swung her legs, organized her thoughts, and said, "When the old man took as his apprentice, he already had three disciples."
"Apart from the eldest senior brother, I also have a second senior sister and third senior brother, and Xiaojun is the assistant beside my third senior brother."
"When I’m free, I’ll take you to et the old man."
"Okay, put down, I need to go inside," Shen Yanhe patted Fu Yanhe’s arm.
Fu Yanhe humd softly, kissed her lips gently, and then gently set her down, "Go ahead, call any ti if you need anything."
Not far away,
San Fang watched enviously as Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe interacted, lowering his voice to speak with Wu Fang, "Old Wu, have you noticed? Since Master Fu fell in love, his personality has changed quite a bit from before; he’s beco much gentler."
"The old Master Fu was so cold, like a block of ice. Rember when the princess of Harmon scared away when she confessed to him?"
Wu Fang glanced at him expressionlessly and said, "That’s your illusion. Master Fu’s gentleness is only directed at his wife, towards you? Heh."
San Fang: "..."
No way to continue this conversation!
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anwhile, at the Fu Family Manor,
Having called Xia Ran yesterday to inform her that Fu Yanhe was a fraud, Fu Yu had been anxiously waiting for Xia Ran’s reply.
But no matter how long she waited, there was no callback from her.
"Impossible. Could it be Xia Ran is too heartbroken and hasn’t recovered yet?" Fu Yu held her mobile phone, frowning and anxiously biting on her thumb nail.
After so thought, Fu Yu decided to call Xia Ran.
As soon as the call connected, she couldn’t wait to ask, "Xia Ran, after being humiliated so many tis by that fraud, don’t you want revenge? And that bitch Shen Yanhe too!"
Xia Ran sat on the couch, her expression dark and eyes shimring coldly, "I would like to, but where’s the evidence?"
Fu Yu’s eyebrows tightened, puzzled, "What more evidence do you need? I saw it with my own eyes!"
Xia Ran scoffed, "So what if you saw it with your own eyes? Even if I believe you, without other evidence, do you think others would so easily believe?"
"Unless, you can get , the real Fu Yanhe’s, photo from the spirit tablet."
Fu Yu raised her hand to brush back her hair from her forehead and frowned, "Just the photo will do, right?"
"Right."
Fu Yu took a deep breath, "Okay, wait for it, I’ll go take a photo for you now."
After saying this, she hung up the call and rushed out of her room with her phone.
Not long after,
Xia Ran received several photos sent by Fu Yu.
The first photo displayed a black and white image.
The second photo showed the back of the photo, engraved with "In mory of the late Fu Yanheng."
Upon seeing the na Fu Yanheng, Xia Ran felt as if soone had drilled a hole in her heart, causing her entire body to shiver in agony.
She rembered, Fu Yanhe was forrly called Fu Yanheng.
After surviving a car accident, Uncle Fu claid his na was inauspicious and had it changed to Fu Yanhe at the temple.
After the na was called so often, she gradually began to forget those three words, Fu Yanheng.
Before, she truly loved Fu Yanheng.
If he hadn’t been in a car accident, she had thought about spending her life with him.
Xia Ran was breathing heavily, her heart filled with hatred for the imposter who had taken Fu Yanheng’s place.
She gently caressed the black and white photo and whispered softly, "A’heng, just wait and see, I will drive out the imposter who has taken your place, and I will make him return your na."
Xia Ran saved two photos and scrolled through her contacts to find a journalist. She dialed his number, "Hello, is this Star dia? This is Xia Ran."
"In three days, I will hold a press conference to reveal a secret related to the noble Fu Family of Haicheng..."
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Inside the laboratory.
Shen Yanhe was preparing the dicinal materials needed for the upcoming production.
At that mont, her phone rang.
Shen Yanhe picked up her phone, wedged it between her shoulder and ear, and continued her work, her voice cold, "Speak quickly if you have sothing."
"Boss, didn’t I tell you before that Fu Xiao sneaked into the Xia Family? It seems like he got so money from the people of the Xia Family and went gambling again last night," Hang Mushan clicked his tongue twice.
"Only, his luck was not so good; not only did he lose all the money he had on him, but he also racked up millions in debt at the gambling house."
Shen Yanhe’s eyebrows rose slightly, "Oh?"
So, was Fu Xiao following Fu Yanhe’s car today because he wanted to ask him for money to cover that hole?
No, that’s not right.
Shen Yanhe dismissed the thought.
Fu Xiao was afraid of Fu Yanhe.
He definitely didn’t have the guts to ask Fu Yanhe for money to pay off his gambling debts.
Shen Yanhe’s gaze suddenly darkened.
Then his target could only be one person.
It was her.
Fu Xiao’s purpose in following the car was her.
Getting money from her would be much easier than from Fu Yanhe.
If Wu Fang hadn’t noticed they were being followed by Fu Xiao, he likely would have approached her.
"By the way, my people heard him calling Xia Ran today; he was continuously very aggressive, demanding money from her," Hang Mushan stroked his chin, "In the end, it seed like Xia Ran agreed to et him at so scenic area."
Shen Yanhe’s eyebrows twitched slightly; she carefully placed the last tube of the drug, let Jiang Yifeng take it away, then slightly bent her slender fingers, tapping gently on the table.
"Keep your people on him."
Shen Yanhe thought for two seconds, her cat-like eyes slightly narrowing, "If he is in danger, step in and save him."
Hang Mushan paused, sowhat puzzled, and asked, "Why save him? Boss, don’t you want him dead? And how do you know he will be in danger?"
Shen Yanhe sat down and raised an eyebrow, "When did I ever want him dead?"
As for why I know Fu Xiao will encounter danger.
It’s simple.
Xia Ran is inherently extre. With Fu Xiao pressing her repeatedly for money, she’s bound to retaliate.
Moreover, her arranging to et Fu Xiao at night, on a mountaintop, speaks volus about her intentions.
Hang Mushan’s mouth twitched slightly, "..."
Not thinking about it?
Fu Xiao had only just returned from abroad before he began seducing n with his good looks. Using his beauty, he successfully lured Fu Xiao into gambling, a dangerously addictive habit.
Then he arranged for people to push Fu Xiao to gamble more heavily, eventually leaving him with nothing...
Isn’t that, in essence, seeking his life?
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