Fu Yanhe looked towards Shen Yanhe with an indiscernible expression. Shen Yanhe’s round cat-like eyes blinked, and she took the initiative to hold his hand, gently shaking it while cooing in a deliberately sweet and soft voice, "Husband, am I right in what I said?"
In the past few days, Shen Yanhe had observed that the place where Fu Yanhe lived was usually only visited by him and the housekeeper who ca to clean.
The Fu Family mbers wouldn’t approach without good reason, seemingly very wary of Fu Yanhe.
Therefore, Fu Yu still didn’t know whether Shen Yanhe was sharing a room with Fu Yanhe or sleeping in separate rooms.
Upon hearing her say this, her heart also skipped a beat, her gaze turning towards Fu Yanhe in astonishnt, hardly able to believe it, "Big brother, is what she’s saying true? Are you sleeping together?"
Fu Yu knew that her brother had changed a lot after the car accident.
He greatly despised won’s approach, except for Sister Xia Ran who could get sowhat closer to him. Any other woman who got close would be rcilessly thrown out by him.
And now, he was actually sharing a bed with this bumpkin from the countryside?
They had only been married for a few days!
What about Sister Xia Ran then?
Fu Yanhe’s thin, burn-scared eyelids lifted as he spoke indifferently, "She is my wife, and we’re newlyweds. Shouldn’t we share a bed rather than sleep in separate rooms?"
With these words, he also indirectly corroborated Shen Yanhe’s statent.
Fu Yu was so shaken by this news that she couldn’t even think of hassling Shen Yanhe anymore, urgently saying, "Big brother, you can’t do this."
Indignantly defending Xia Ran, she blurted out, "Sister Xia Ran likes you so much, she took such great care of you during your accident. By doing this, aren’t you betraying her?"
Fu Yu glared at Shen Yanhe, who looked innocent, and said with disgust while pointing at her, "Besides, this vicious and bumpkin-like hick, what qualifies her to be with you? Even if you’re just playing, you can’t pick soone so unsuitable for public view!"
Vicious and bumpkin-like? Unsuitable for public view?
Shen Yanhe’s gaze turned icy.
Very well.
She would rember this.
"Fu Yu," Fu Yanhe spoke without expression, his extrely dark pupils filled with a fierce chill, his brows and eyes shadowed, his low voice carrying dissatisfaction and violence, "This is the second ti."
Fu Yu’s throat felt as if it had been suddenly grasped, her voice lost imdiately, her eyes looking at him with a hint of panic.
A chilling sensation spread slowly from the back of her spine.
"One more ti, and you won’t need to stay in the Fu Family any longer. Go to the Xia Family," he said.
Fu Yanhe’s aura was gloomy and forbidding, his eyes on her hinting at impatience, "Now, apologize to your sister-in-law."
Fu Yu’s face turned shades of green and white, her voice rising in disbelief upon hearing his command, "What? Apologize to her?"
Shen Yanhe blinked, looking at Fu Yanhe with so surprise.
Was he... standing up for her again?
Fu Yu didn’t want to bow her head to Shen Yanhe at all.
She was the young lady of the Fu Family! Shen Yanhe was just a hick from the countryside! If she were to lower her head to a hick, what would she do if it got out and her friends found out? How could she face anyone?
"Big brother, I..." Fu Yu wasn’t willing to give in, looking towards Fu Yanhe with a pitiful gaze, intending to act spoiled. But seeing his cold and impatient expression, she knew she had no choice but to apologize today.
Her hand beside her body ford into a fist, and she fiercely turned to Shen Yanhe.
Her delicate face showed humiliation, her teeth grinding together, with a hint of ferocity in her voice, she said one word at a ti, "Sister-in-law, I’m sorry, I misunderstood you."
"It’s alright, I’m not aggrieved, there’s nothing to be aggrieved about, as long as you’re happy, my sister," Shen Yanhe’s face was somber, a forced smile displayed.
She then sighed softly and smiled, "It’s also my fault. If only I ca from a distinguished family, then Yanhe wouldn’t have to face criticism because of ."
"Sorry, I am a burden to Yanhe."
As her words fell, her face was full of barely concealed disappointnt. She pursed her lips and lowered her head.
The study was perated with a very strong aroma of green tea.
Fu Yanhe’s eyes briefly flashed with amusent, but his face remained cold and displeased as he looked towards the flabbergasted Fu Yu, asking in a stern voice, "Fu Yu, who taught you such an insincere apology?"
Fu Yu’s chest heaved violently as she struggled to contain the surging anger within her. Tears welled up in her eyes but she managed a remorseful bow toward Shen Yanhe, "I’m sorry, sister-in-law, I was too hasty just now and wronged you."
Yet in her heart, she seethed.
This Shen Yanhe truly was a disaster!
Ever since she arrived, not only did she steal her brother, but she also caused her to be scolded by him ti and ti again, while maintaining an innocent facade, setting traps for her in secret.
Just you wait! She would definitely find an opportunity to get back at her!
"Starting today, I’ll freeze the cards in your possession," Fu Yanhe said with extre calmness, his dark eyes serene and indifferent, "You can have them back when you learn to respect your sister-in-law."
Now Fu Yu was really panicked.
She had her eye on a new FY handbag this month. If her cards were frozen, how would she buy it?
How would she show off in front of her group of friends?
"Big brother, I’ve already apologized! You can’t..."
She hadn’t finished speaking when Fu Yanhe interrupted, "Wu Fang, see the young lady out."
Wu Fang, who had been standing outside the door, opened it and made a welcoming gesture, "Miss, please."
Fu Yu refused to leave and wanted to say sothing more, but upon seeing the terrifying expression on Fu Yanhe’s face and those deeply dark eyes staring straight at her, she dared not say another word.
She could only follow Wu Fang out reluctantly.
The door slamd shut, and only Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe were left in the vast study.
"All right." Fu Yanhe slowly lifted his gaze, the hand cradling his face veined with faint bluish blood vessels. His transparent black eyes looked towards Shen Yanhe standing beside him, with a scrutinizing air, "The eyesore has left."
"Madam, can you now tell whether you had anything to do with the matter of Fu Yu being set up?"
"Of course not," Shen Yanhe protested with an innocent face, adding a perfectly tid touch of surprise, "Why would you think that?"
"Look at my hands, do they look like they could hit soone?" She took a few steps forward, crouched in front of Fu Yanhe, and extended her hand towards him.
The hand before him was fair and delicate, unexpectedly free of any roughness or signs of heavy labor. The plump fingertips glowed faintly pink, clearly a pair of hands that had been well cared for.
Before the age of eight, Shen Yanhe was a beloved figure in her family. After the family tragedy at eight, she was taken to the countryside by her grandmother, where she was fortunate enough to have her dical talent discovered by an old man, following him on dical visits and gathering herbs day after day.
She was also carefully instructed by the old man to take good care of her hands.
Because for a doctor, the most important thing is their hands.
Now they were also useful for her disguise.
Shen Yanhe lied without blushing or skipping a beat, "If I had made a move, I would have used the Golden Needle to immobilize her in bed."
Fu Yanhe’s lips curved enigmatically, "It’s best that way."
Just then, soone knocked on the door, and a man with a buzz cut, a scar at the corner of his eye, and a sowhat fierce look pushed the door open, "Young master, I need to..."
The mont he saw the unfamiliar woman in the study, Qi Fang instantly fell silent. His sensitive deanor today caused his gaze to instinctively fall on the woman’s outstretched hand.
Hmm?
That hand...
Why does it feel sowhat familiar?
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