After the delicate and soft-spoken wife gave up, the aloof and powerful minister embraced her and sh

Wen Jiayue then realized that she had been so engrossed in her thoughts that she had forgotten about the wound on her palm.

She tried to pull her hand away, but Shen Fuhan held it tightly, not giving her a chance to break free.

He was incredibly strong, and his palms were calloused. Wen Jiayue frowned.

"You hurt me."

Shen Fuhan hesitated for a moment before letting go.

Wen Jiayue frantically searched for a suitable excuse in her mind, while outwardly maintaining a calm demeanor as she turned her wrist.

"Why are you holding me so tightly?" she said, pursing her lips. "You're choking me to death."

Shen Fuhan glanced at her wrist; there was a noticeable red mark around her fair, white wrist.

He whispered, "I'm sorry."

Wen Jiayue tried to change the subject, so she said, "Let's have our meal first."

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything more.

Wen Jiayue thought he wouldn't ask any more questions, and she was secretly delighted.

She had originally come up with a reason, saying that she was too nervous just now and was afraid that he would misunderstand that she and her fourth brother really had something going on, so she did it in a hurry.

However, in the study, she was far too calm, showing no sign of panic.

Shen Fuhan definitely won't believe it.

Since he stopped asking, she focused on her meal.

After washing up, Wen Jiayue asked, "Is the Marquis really not going to the Buddhist hall today?"

There's still half an hour until ion time, so it's certainly not too late to go to the Buddhist hall.

Shen Fuhan asked, "You really want me to go?"

She naturally wanted to go, but she didn't show it. Instead, she said, "The Marquis has insisted on going for so many years. Wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't go today?"

She prayed in her heart that he must go, so that he might dream about his past life.

Shen Fuhan did not respond and went straight to the washroom.

Wen Jiayue was a little confused. Should she go or not?

She stopped thinking about it, since she couldn't change his mind anyway, so she called Ruyi to help her with the communication.

The headdress was heavy, but after taking it all off, I felt instantly light and free.

Ruyi said, "Shall I give you a massage?"

Wen Jiayue agreed, and seeing that Shen Fuhan had not yet come out, she asked, "Did the Marquis ask you to prepare dinner?"

“Yes, Madam,” Ruyi explained, “The servants in the study had all been sent out. I was startled and thought something had happened. Then the Marquis told me to go to the small kitchen to tell them to prepare dinner.”

Wen Jiayue didn't know what to say, so she just nodded.

Perhaps Shen Fuhan was also hungry, rather than preparing it specifically for her.

She dared not hope that he would have any special feelings for her anymore.

After a moment, Shen Fuhan came out.

Ruyi consciously withdrew.

Through the bronze mirror, Wen Jiayue glanced at Shen Fuhan, who seemed to have no intention of leaving.

It seemed she wouldn't be able to dream tonight. She sighed and prepared to sleep.

Shen Fuhan asked, "Aren't you going to treat your wound?"

Wen Jiayue was taken aback, not expecting him to ask this, and immediately worried that he would ask her again why she had an injury on her hand.

She shook her head and quickly said, "I'm a little sleepy, I'm going to sleep now."

She crawled into bed and immediately closed her eyes.

Not long after, a rustling sound came from the bedside, and Shen Fuhan sat down.

"Tell me, how did you get this injury?"

Wen Jiayue was prepared to pretend to be asleep, but a faint scent of ink kept wafting into her nostrils, getting closer and closer.

Her eyelashes began to tremble, but Shen Fuhan ignored it and muttered to himself, "Really asleep?"

Before Wen Jiayue could even breathe a sigh of relief, she felt a soft, warm touch on her forehead, as light as a feather.

The feathers gradually descended, landing on the soft, delicate face.

She could feel his breath, hot and scalding, brushing against her eyes and slowly moving downwards.

Wen Jiayue couldn't take it anymore and moved to the side.

Shen Fuhan asked in a deep voice, "Not pretending to be asleep anymore?"

“I was just trying to fall asleep,” Wen Jiayue argued. “You woke me up.”

Shen Fuhan straightened up without refuting.

"Go ahead."

It wasn't convenient to talk like this, so Wen Jiayue sat up and said softly, "Actually, it's nothing."

If all else fails, she will use the excuse she had prepared beforehand, regardless of whether he believes her or not, she has at least given an explanation.

“Nothing is something.” Shen Fuhan stared intently at her.

Since she couldn't avoid it any longer, Wen Jiayue started to prepare her speech in advance, trying to make him believe her story.

Before she could speak, Shen Fuhan asked, "Is it because of what happened in the study?"

Wen Jiayue paused for a moment, then slowly nodded. Did he also think so?

She then said, "At the time, I was a little scared. What if the Marquis really misunderstood me and my fourth brother? I..."

She didn't know what to say next, so she lowered her eyes and pretended to wipe away tears.

Shen Fuhan grasped her wrist again, gently.

Wen Jiayue thought he had discovered she was faking crying, but to her surprise, he frowned and spoke.

"Tears will hurt more if they fall on a wound."

Wen Jiayue: "..."

Shen Fuhan took out a neatly folded dark blue handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her.

Wen Jiayue had no choice but to take it and used some force to wipe her eyes, trying to make them red.

But the handkerchief was dry, so she said, "I will wash it clean and return it to the Marquis tomorrow."

Seeing her tuck the handkerchief under the soft pillow, Shen Fuhan hummed in response.

He continued, "As I just said, if it's true, it's Fuyou's fault, so you don't need to worry."

“But the Marquis didn’t tell me,” Wen Jiayue bit her lip, “so of course I’m scared.”

“Next time I will…” Shen Fuhan paused, “There won’t be a next time.”

One misunderstanding is enough; he won't continue to misunderstand.

She has always been a cautious person, and he believes she would not do such a thing.

Seeing that he believed her, Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Fuhan suddenly said, "Stretch out your hand."

Wen Jiayue didn't want to show it to him, but not showing it would only make things worse, so she had no choice but to show it.

On her fair palm, several reddish scars, with flesh faintly exposed, looked rather shocking.

Shen Fuhan frowned and looked at him for a moment, then stood up without saying a word.

He found the gauze and ointment and sat down again.

"It will hurt a little, just bear with it."

The cooling ointment was applied to my palm, causing a slight itch, followed by a fine, dense pain.

Wen Jiayue instinctively curled her fingers, but Shen Fuhan immediately grasped them.

"Don't move around," he said, his eyes lowered. "I'll go to the Buddhist hall after I've finished applying the medicine."

Wen Jiayue was both surprised and delighted; he was actually going to the Buddhist hall!

She immediately stopped moving and, enduring the pain, forced herself to let him bandage her wound.

Shen Fuhan tied a knot with a focused expression.

"I'll come and change your dressing tomorrow."

Wen Jiayue hesitated and said, "As you wish..."

“In that case, I won’t go to the Buddhist hall,” Shen Fuhan interrupted her calmly.

Wen Jiayue: "...Alright, Lord Marquis, please remember to come and change my dressing tomorrow."

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything more, turned around and left.