Captured Hearts: The Substitute Bride’s Gambit

Chapter 82: Chapter 82 How Many Names Do You Actually Have? Chapter 82: Chapter 82 How Many Names Do You Actually Have? After a surgery, Ye Chuyi took off her sterile suit, changed into her own clothes, donned a white lab coat, and returned to her office.

As soon as she entered, she saw Sheng Tingyuan sitting at her desk.

She was somewhat displeased, “Why are you here again? And you’ve taken my spot.”

Sheng Tingyuan lifted his head and looked at her for a long time.

Ye Chuyi thought he was being a bit inexplicable and ignored him, simply grabbing her water cup to drink.

Sheng Tingyuan gazed at her delicate, fair face, his emotions somewhat complex.

He had never known that her talent was so extraordinary, her medical skills so superb.

She had never boasted to him, and after performing such a difficult surgery, she hadn’t sought credit from him or his mother; she had silently hidden herself.

No wonder his mother’s surgery was arranged so quickly and smoothly—he had thought it was the effect of his billion, but now he understood it was Ye Chuyi’s doing.

No wonder the lead surgeon had personally stitched his mother’s wound—it turned out the lead surgeon was her.

No wonder during those few hours of his mother’s surgery, she had suddenly disappeared from his side, only reappearing after the surgery was over.

What else about her did he not know?

“Ye Chuyi.”

“Huh?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“You are Anxin.”

Ye Chuyi had just taken a sip of water and almost choked at his words, “You know?”

“Your assistant told me.”

“What? She came back from vacation?”

“You think it’s fun to play me?”

Ye Chuyi coughed lightly, “No, I didn’t mean to play you, I thought you were prejudiced against me. If you knew before the surgery that I was Doctor Anxin, you definitely wouldn’t have trusted me. Mom’s surgery was urgent, and I didn’t want to waste time or let her suffer more pain.”

She glanced at Sheng Tingyuan and saw his handsome face was indifferent, his expression cold, which made her feel perplexed.

Even though he was sitting and she was standing, which should mean she had the upper hand, why did it feel completely reversed now?

He was sitting in her chair, occupying her spot, yet was so imposing.

And there she was, like someone who had done something wrong, being interrogated by him.

“This isn’t my fault; I’ve given you hints before—it’s you who thought I was useless.”

She grabbed Sheng Tingyuan’s suit lapels in one motion, “Get up, you’re in my spot.”

Sheng Tingyuan looked down at the hand gripping his suit, slender, fair, and beautiful like a piece of art.

He had held this hand before.

But he never imagined that this hand could be so powerful, that it had saved his mother’s life.

He even had a strange thought at that moment: such a precious hand, and she used it to casually grab his clothes? Wasn’t she afraid of injuring her hand?

He gently held her wrist and slowly took his suit out of her grasp.

Ye Chuyi thought he was repulsed by her touching his clothes and glared at him, “Do you have a phobia? Or do you just dislike looking at me? You seem to hate me touching you so much.”

Sheng Tingyuan stood up and gave the chair back to her, “I don’t have a phobia, nor do I dislike looking at you.”

Ye Chuyi didn’t believe a word; she suspected he both had a phobia and found her distasteful.

But this was just fine for her; she wouldn’t have to sleep with him and have children.

Annoyed by his presence, she said, “Aren’t you leaving? Don’t you need to be by Mom’s side?”

“She’s asleep, and there are bodyguards watching over her.”

After Ye Chuyi sat down, she noticed a gift box on the side: “Did you give this to me?”

“Mm.”

Sheng Tingyuan acknowledged with a hum, then added, “It’s for Doctor Anxin, to thank her for saving my mom.”

Ye Chuyi found it somewhat amusing—was it really that hard for him to thank her directly? He still had to say it was for thanking Anxin.

She opened the gift box to find it full of nutritional fluids.

She suspected these were just something Sheng Tingyuan had asked someone to buy for Tang Jin and had casually gotten some for her as well.

Ye Chuyi unabashedly opened a bottle of the nutritional fluid to taste it and assess its effect.

Sheng Tingyuan watched her intently, “How many names do you have, exactly?”

“What?”

“One moment Lin Chuyi, another moment Ye Chuyi, then Anxin, how many names do you have?”

“Uh, not many, just three, four, five, or six, I guess.”