Shen Yanhe clung tightly to Fu Yanhe's waist, nodding vigorously in his embrace, "We've already registered our marriage, you're my lawful husband."
Today, she really had offended the old witch.
To extricate herself perfectly, seeking help from the person before her was the best option.
Fu Yanhe let out a mocking snort, stretched out a hand to pinch Shen Yanhe's chin, forcing her to look up at him, bending slightly at the waist, his icy gaze meeting her clear, cat-like eyes, "Look at my face, and call me that again."
The sudden approach of that terrifying face caused Shen Yanhe's pupils to contract slightly, barely controlling her facial expression.
Fu Yanhe watched her reaction without a word, sneering inwardly, his face showing a touch of boredom.
Humans are creatures that judge by appearances, and the woman before him was no exception.
He thought expressionlessly.
This woman should be screaming in fear, pushing him away, right?
But in the next second, Shen Yanhe's face timidly revealed a sweet smile, and she called out gently and softly, "Husband."
The sweet, sticky sound caused a faint tremor in Fu Yanhe's heart, stirring up complex and indescribable feelings.
He scoffed coldly and released his hand.
Forget it, considering that this woman was so sensible and, nominally, his wife, he would help her out.
Fu Yanhe pulled Shen Yanhe up, placing her behind him, and looked at Fu Shuqin, who had resumed her usual gentle and kind facade, "Grandma, I'm taking my wife away first."
Fu Yanhe's thin lips curled into a slight smile, his gaze on Fu Shuqin was extremely cold, "Today is her first time here, even if she has done something wrong, I hope you can forgive her this once, for the sake of our new marriage."
The moment Fu Shuqin saw Fu Yanhe, a flash of disgust quickly passed through her eyes, she said unhappily, "No way, we, the Fu Family, cannot accept this girl from the Shen Family."
"Not only is she willful and defiant, but she has also spoken back to her elders! Look at me, it's all her doing!"
Fu Shuqin was adamant, "It's perfect timing since you haven't registered your marriage yet, send her back to the Shen Family quickly!"
Shen Yanhe's heart skipped a beat, her hands clenched into fists.
It won't do.
She couldn't be sent back.
If she was sent back, she wouldn't be able to send the person who killed her mother to prison to avenge her mother!
Forget it.
It's just an apology, right? It's not like she would lose a piece of flesh.
First get the old witch out of here, then talk.
Shen Yanhe bit her teeth, ready to step out from behind Fu Yanhe to apologize, when Fu Yanhe's chilly voice rang out, "Grandma, if you're done speaking."
Fu Yanhe looked at Fu Shuqin without much expression, "The Shen Family has already sent over the marriage certificate with the stamp for me and Miss Shen. She is mine now."
Shen Yanhe hesitated for a moment, her gaze towards Fu Yanhe flickering slightly.
The sending over of the marriage certificate meant that she was now completely tied to him.
Fu Yanhe slightly raised his hand, his attitude even firmer than Fu Shuqin's, "That's it. I suppose Grandma must also be tired. I will take her and leave now, so as not to disturb you."
With those words, Fu Yanhe didn't say anything more. He looked at Shen Yanhe, a touch of disgust in his eyes, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and push my wheelchair."
"Oh." Shen Yanhe obediently stepped forward, pushing Fu Yanhe's wheelchair out of the room. Her voice was low as she said, "Thank you."
Fu Yanhe's thin lips imperceptibly curved, but he remained silent.
Fu Shuqin trembled with anger, pointing at his receding figure, grinding her teeth, "Rebellious, truly rebellious! The insolence! He even dares to talk back to me!"
"Look at that! That girl from the Shen Family is a vixen too! Today is the first time I met her! And she has bewitched him thoroughly! He's even taking her side, completely disregarding me, his grandmother. Compared to Xia Ran, she doesn't even match up to a single strand of hair!"
The nurses hurriedly stepped forward to console her, "Old madam, don't be angry, it's bad for your health."
After cursing, Fu Shuqin was still not satisfied, pointing outside she angrily said, "Go call the lady to see me! I want to ask her how she teaches her children!"
Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe were completely unaware of Fu Shuqin's hysterics.
Shen Yanhe pushed Fu Yanhe into a quiet room within an estate.
Fu Yanhe had two bodyguards leave and closed the room door, his gaze heavy as he looked at Shen Yanhe.
Shen Yanhe gave him a fearful and uneasy glance, and her red lips parted as if to speak, but Fu Yanhe suddenly reached out, grabbed her collar, and forcefully yanked her downward.
Shen Yanhe's pupils dilated sharply, and instinctively she wanted to retaliate, but just as she was about to touch him, she forcefully shifted to grab his wrist, "!!"
Did this man want to kill her?
She was half-kneeling before Fu Yanhe, her neck—slender and delicate—was gripped tight by his hand with distinct knuckles, her complexion instantly turning red.
At this moment, Fu Yanhe resembled Asura who had emerged from hell, with a ferocious and terrifying face, his countenance cold with a murderous aura, he demanded, "You're not Shen Family's precious daughter, Shen Yingying—then who are you?"
Shen Yanhe clasped his hand, which was choking her own neck, and struggled to breathe, tilting her head and parting her flushed lips, "I... I am..."
"Don't lie." Fu Yanhe's grip tightened even more, his voice cold as ice, "I detest liars the most in my life."
Shen Yanhe found it even harder to breathe.
Shen Yanhe gritted her teeth and pressed down on the acupressure point on his hand.
Fu Yanhe's hand went numb, and he instinctively let go of the grip on her neck, looking at her with eyes that were dark and deep.
Could this woman know martial arts?
Shen Yanhe took the opportunity to break free from his grasp, stepping back half a meter and gasping for fresh air. She looked at Fu Yanhe, whose expression was dark, and quickly spoke in a hoarse voice, "Elder Master Fu, don't be agitated, I'll come clean."
"Indeed, I am not Shen Yingying. I am Shen Guowei's niece, Shen Yanhe, but I volunteered to marry in her stead. I hope to get along well with Elder Master Fu from now on."
"Oh, right, the marriage certificate the Shen Family sent has my name stamped on it; it's too late for Master Fu to think about annulling the marriage now." Fearing that Fu Yanhe would send her back to the Shen Family in a fit of rage, Shen Yanhe quickly added this line.
Fu Yanhe, moving his slightly numb arm slowly, looked at her with a scornful and derisive expression, "The Shen Family really has the audacity to substitute a bride and deceive the Fu Family."
"But you say you volunteered?"
He scrutinized Shen Yanhe from head to toe, his eyes filled with intense mockery, "Tell me, what's the big reason for marrying into the Fu Family? Why would you volunteer to marry someone like me who's disfigured and disabled?"
Fu Yanhe looked down at her, his gaze chillingly scornful, "If your goal is to bear an heir for the Fu Family and inherit the Fu Family's wealth, then forget it. I won't touch you, nor will I let you have my child."
Even someone as easygoing as Shen Yanhe could feel her heart constrict at his attitude. Just as she was about to explain, she saw the previously high-and-mighty Fu Yanhe suddenly clutch his chest, his breathing becoming rapid, and his complexion visibly turning ashen.
Shen Yanhe's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly stood up and walked over to him. She reached out to support his staggering body, "Hey! Master Fu, what's wrong with you? Should I call a doctor for you?"
She hadn't heard of Fu Yanhe having any diseases other than his disfigurement and disability!
What was happening now?
She couldn't be becoming a widow on her first day of marriage, could she?
Fu Yanhe reacted violently, pushing her away with force, "Don't touch me! Get out!"
Caught off guard, Shen Yanhe stumbled and fell to the ground, annoyance bubbling within her, "Hey! You!"
Who would have thought that Fu Yanhe, who had just forcefully pushed her away, would suddenly look even worse, clutching his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "puh".
His body could no longer hold up. In the midst of waves of intense and suffocating pain, he convulsed and collapsed from his wheelchair onto the floor unconscious. His complexion slowly turned cyanotic, making his disfigured face even more terrifying, and his breathing became increasingly weak.
Shen Yanhe's complexion changed drastically. She hurried over to lay Fu Yanhe's body flat and felt for his carotid artery on his neck.
His pulse was slowly weakening—if it continued like this, he would die!
If he died, she would indeed be a widow!
Shen Yanhe bit her teeth and glared at Fu Yanhe resentfully, "I owe you nothing!"
She quickly stripped off all of Fu Yanhe's clothing, leaving only his black boxer briefs.
With a solemn expression, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing arms covered by thick black wrist guards. Stuck in the wrist guards were needles shining with a cold light, one after another.
These Golden Needles had been brought from the countryside. She had left them in the changing room at MX Boxing Gym the previous day and had gone to collect them before leaving the gym, intending to carry them for self-defense. She hadn't expected to use them here.
Shen Yanhe maintained her composure and quickly drew out the Golden Needles. She placed them in succession at the acupoints—Ren Zhong, Shao Shang, Da Ling, Shen Mai, Feng Fu, Jia Che—and gently flicked them with her energy.
The needles on the acupoints began to tremble gently, picking up speed from slow to fast.
With the trembling frequency, in just a few seconds, Fu Yanhe's breathing gradually returned to normal, and his cyanotic face regained its natural color.
Shen Yanhe finally breathed a sigh of relief, sweating profusely and sitting down on the ground with a thud.
Thank heavens, he had been saved.
She wouldn't have to be a widow after all.