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The outskirts of Haicheng, rarely trodden by human foot.
Within a lush forest, a European-style castle nestled halfway up a hillside, its low-key yet luxurious architecture resembled that of a prince's castle from a fairy tale.
The car drove through the castle gates and came to a stop in front of a glittering gold building.
Shen Yanhe suppressed the coldness in her eyes as she opened the car door and stepped out, her round, clear cat eyes twinkling with unease, making her look extremely fragile and easy to bully.
A middle-aged man with the appearance of a butler approached her quickly, and upon seeing her seemingly weak and bully-able state, a hint of pity flashed in his eyes, though he remained very respectful, "Madam, please follow me. The old lady has been waiting for you for a long time."
The old lady?
A flicker of confusion crossed Shen Yanhe's eyes.
Upon bringing her here, wasn't the first thing to do to meet her nominal husband, Fu Family's eldest son, Fu Yanhe?
Why was she being taken to see the old lady first?
And this old lady... was she the mother of Fu Yanhe or the matriarch of the Fu Family?
Even though her mind was full of tumultuous thoughts, Shen Yanhe promptly showed a hint of nervousness on her face and nodded, her voice soft and sweet, "Okay, okay, that's very kind of you, uncle."
Following the butler, Shen Yanhe was led to a room.
The butler bowed slightly, "Old lady, I have brought the young madam."
Shen Yanhe slightly raised her eyes, taking in the people in the room.
Sitting on a velvet sofa in the room was an old lady dressed in a purple trailing qipao, wrapped in a white fur cloak, her white hair held high by a sandalwood hairpin, her aged face delicately made up, giving off an aura of elegance and grace.
At her side stood several nurses dressed in white coats.
When she saw those nurses, Shen Yanhe's sharp instincts sensed something amiss, and she subconsciously moved toward the door, only to find the door behind her locked by the butler who had left.
At the same time, inside the room, Fu Shuqin of the Fu Family, slowly set down her teacup and glanced over at Shen Yanhe, her eyes and brows carrying a hint of harsh scrutiny, "You've finally arrived. The Shen Family really reveals its pettiness; they are so slow even when sending someone over."
Fu Shuqin lifted her chin slightly towards the bewildered Shen Yanhe, "Strip her, inspect her."
The nurses immediately surrounded Shen Yanhe.
The previously confused Shen Yanhe's pupils shrunk when she heard the words "inspect her," and she took a few steps back, her expression filled with humiliation, "Old lady, what do you mean by this? Are you intentionally trying to humiliate me?"
"Inspect her" implied that they were checking if Shen Yanhe was a virgin.
This act held connotations of humiliation whether for women of ancient times or for those of today.
If she hadn't been forced by that man last night, she would have grudgingly endured the inspection.
But now it was impossible; once she was undressed, the marks on her body could not be concealed, and then a scandal would brew.
"What are you nervous about? It's just a small examination," Fu Shuqin glanced sidelong at Shen Yanhe, her lofty demeanor not taking her seriously in the slightest.
"Our Fu Family is prominent; we don't just let any Tom, Dick, or Harry in, anyone who wants in must at least be clean of body," she said.
"Anything unclean," Fu Shuqin placed her teacup heavily on the table, speaking in a tone neither cold nor warm, "my Fu Family has no need for."
Her words, both spoken and unspoken, fell just short of pointing to Shen Yanhe's nose and calling her dirty.
Coldness flashed in Shen Yanhe's eyes, her face revealed a trace of humiliation, and she clenched her fists tight, her cat eyes filled with anger as she glared at Fu Shuqin, "Old lady, if you don't wish to marry your grandson to the daughter of the Shen Family, then simply call off the marriage. Why go to such lengths to insult me?"
"Moreover, I am now the wife of the Fu Family's eldest son. By doing this, you are insulting not just me but the eldest son of the Fu Family as well!"
Fu Shuqin's brows furrowed and her face clouded with displeasure, her voice rising, "I am his grandmother! I am doing this for his own good!"
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"Now that you've married into our Fu Family, you must listen to me! And you all, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and check the lady of the house!"
The nurses, who had been scared into stopping by Shen Yanhe's words, quickly closed in on her, smiles on their faces to placate: "Lady, rest assured, as long as you cooperate with us, this examination will be over quickly."
Shen Yanhe pretended to be angered and humiliated, shouting, "I will not cooperate! Don't come any closer!"
The nurses gritted their teeth: "Lady, please forgive us."
As soon as they finished speaking, they pounced toward Shen Yanhe, aiming to rip off her collar.
Shen Yanhe's body was nimble like a cat, she ducked down, avoiding a nurse's hand, and with a clenched fist, she took the opportunity to hit a pressure point on the arm of another nurse who was trying to stop her.
That nurse cried out in numb pain.
The other nurses, not minding their colleague, continued to lunge at Shen Yanhe.
Shen Yanhe kept shouting loudly while feigning panic as she dodged around the room, "Don't come over here!"
Fu Shuqin's forehead veins throbbed, anger showing on her face as she pointed at the jumping Shen Yanhe, her voice becoming shrill from raising it: "Rebellious, truly an embarrassment! Everyone, catch her quickly!"
"What a spectacle running around like that!"
Shen Yanhe's eyes flickered cunningly. While evading, she intentionally ran in Fu Shuqin's direction and, as the nurses pounced, she pretended to accidentally knock over the teacup that Fu Shuqin had left on the table.
The cup tipped forward, and Fu Shuqin, caught off guard, was drenched in the cool tea, her face instantly turning a shade of iron blue: "You!"
"Sorry, sorry, my apologies, grandma, it wasn't on purpose." Shen Yanhe stood beside Fu Shuqin with a look of panic, a faint smile flashing in the depths of her eyes.
Old thing, that's for trying to humiliate me.
"Nonsense!" Fu Shuqin, having never experienced such humiliation since marrying into the Fu Family, felt a surge of rage and raised her hand to slap sharply towards Shen Yanhe's direction.
Just as Shen Yanhe was about to dodge, the door that was originally locked from outside was kicked open violently, accompanied by a deep and magnetic voice: "Grandma, have you finished talking? I'm here to take my wife home."
Shen Yanhe instinctively looked towards the door.
There stood three people, two standing and one sitting.
The person sitting in the wheelchair had a lean body, tall and noble; just by looking at his silhouette one could tell that he was an extraordinarily handsome man.
But upon looking up, what Shen Yanhe saw was a face full of pits and scars, with large areas of red burn scars starting from the forehead and running down to the corner of his eye. There were irregular deep scars on both cheeks and a centipede-like gash on his nose, as if someone had viciously slashed him with a knife.
On this dreadful face, however, were a pair of eyes as cold as ice.
With just a brief eye contact, Shen Yanhe couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, and the hairs on her body stood on end.
He must be her cheap husband, the eldest young master of the Fu Family, Fu Yanhe.
This face was indeed quite ugly.
Shen Yanhe blinked, a hint of slyness flashing in her eyes. Seizing the moment while everyone was still reacting, she quickly ran towards Fu Yanhe and threw herself into his arms, her small body trembling violently: "Husband, grandma is going to hit me, please save me."
The bodyguard and assistant standing behind Fu Yanhe, Si Fang and San Fang, nearly failed to maintain their stern faces.
Holy mother of goodness.
This lady is a tiger.
To think she would dare to throw herself into the young master's arms upon first meeting!
Fu Yanhe instinctively wanted to push this audacious woman away, but upon feeling her soft body, he uncharacteristically lowered his hand.
He slightly lowered his gaze, looked at the trembling petite figure in his arms, and let out a cryptic chuckle: "Husband?"