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

In her past life, her daughter was always fed by a wet nurse.

After sending the first wet nurse away, a second wet nurse took her place. Wen Jiayue had never experienced anything so embarrassing before.

She was so flustered that she didn't know what to do and didn't say anything for a moment.

Shen Fuhan didn't give her a chance to hesitate; he picked her up and turned her around.

The moment their eyes met, Wen Jiayue immediately lowered her gaze.

"Don't be afraid," Shen Fuhan said in a hoarse voice, "I won't hurt you."

Every time they shared a bed, she would be nervous, but he was always very patient, leading her to indulge in the moment with him, letting go of all constraints.

A year after their marriage, Wen Jiayue was no longer nervous, but she would still pretend to be at a loss, just to get a rare moment of tenderness from him.

But this time was different; Wen Jiayue was genuinely nervous and embarrassed.

Shen Fuhan gently patted her back to comfort her, and then pulled the blanket up to cover her head.

The sounds from under the covers suddenly amplified, and Wen Jiayue couldn't stand it any longer, so she poked her head out.

The moonlight was beautiful tonight, hanging on the osmanthus tree, but suddenly it became indistinct and swaying, making it difficult to see clearly.

She bit her lip, not uttering a single whimper.

She didn't dare to think about what Shen Fuhan looked like now; in her opinion, he wasn't the kind of person who would do such a thing.

But he really did it; she could feel his warm lips and rough tongue, which made her heart race.

Wen Jiayue silently endured it. The moment she was pulled away, she felt a chill, and her clothes were quickly pulled down.

Shen Fuhan peeked out and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling better?"

"I feel much better," Wen Jiayue said, closing her eyes without looking at him at all. "My lord, go to sleep now."

"……it is good."

Before falling asleep, Wen Jiayue vaguely heard rustling sounds; it seemed that Shen Fuhan had gotten out of bed.

But her eyelids wouldn't lift, and she quickly fell asleep.

When Wen Jiayue woke up, Shen Fuhan had already left.

She stared blankly at the top of the tent, the scenes from last night flooding her mind, and she couldn't stay there a moment longer.

She rang the bell to summon Ruyi, and Wen Jiayue went to wash up and have her meal. She also ordered someone to lay thick bedding on the long couch.

"What is Madam trying to do?"

She explained, "I want to sunbathe for a while."

Lying on the couch, Wen Jiayue finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to care about Wen Ruohuan.

Did the Third Miss go to Ninghui Hall to pay her respects this morning?

“Of course she went,” Ruyi blinked. “This servant specifically instructed the maid who serves the Third Miss to wake her up on time.”

Wen Jiayue was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "You actually thought of that."

Ruyi said indignantly, "Who told the Third Miss to try to ruin your relationship with the Marquis!"

In her heart, the lady and the marquis were the perfect match, and no one could separate them.

Wen Jiayue's smile froze for a moment, and she lowered her eyes in self-deprecation.

What feelings she had for Shen Fuhan was all just wishful thinking on her part.

She didn't want to bring it up again and asked, "Where is the Third Miss now?"

"They're picking osmanthus blossoms, but they've changed locations; they've gone to the small garden. Does Madam wish to see the Third Miss?"

"Let her be," Wen Jiayue said, not too concerned. "As long as she doesn't cause trouble."

However, she has a lot of energy. She got up early to pay her respects and hasn't gone to catch up on sleep yet.

Wen Jiayue looked out the window with some regret.

The autumn scenery was delightful, but it was a pity she was still in her postpartum period; otherwise, she would have gone out to enjoy the scenery and take a walk.

"Aunt! Aunt!"

Wang Chengyao suddenly appeared and ran in excitedly.

Ruyi quickly shushed him, saying, "Young master, please don't wake the young lady."

Wang Chengyao quickly covered his mouth, glanced cautiously at his little cousin who was still fast asleep in the cradle, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Jiayue asked, "Why did Yao'er suddenly come here?"

“How could it be sudden?” Wang Chengyao frowned. “I told you last time that I would come every day. It seems that my aunt’s memory is not very good.”

Wen Jiayue asked leisurely, "Then why don't you come every day?"

Wang Chengyao chuckled: "My mother found out when I came over last time, so I behaved myself for a few days, and she finally let her guard down."

"What did your mother say?"

"Huh?" Wang Chengyao scratched his head, feeling guilty. "I didn't say anything, did I?"

His mother discovered the snacks he had secretly kept and asked him where they came from, but he dared not say.

He didn't dare tell his aunt, fearing she wouldn't give him any snacks.

Thinking of the snacks, he drooled: "Auntie, I want to eat cloud cake!"

It was just a plate of snacks, and Wen Jiayue wasn't stingy, so she had Ruyi fetch two or three different plates.

While he was enjoying his meal, Wen Jiayue gently coaxed him, "Yao'er, your aunt gave you some snacks. From now on, you must protect your little sister for your aunt."

Wang Chengyao swallowed his snack, patted his chest, and said, "Don't worry, Aunt, I've got it covered!"

He took another bite of pastry, then, as if remembering something, immediately asked, "Where is Aunt going?"

Wen Jiayue was taken aback. What did this mean?

"You just told me to protect your sister, so where are you going?"

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips, unsure how to answer.

Her future was uncertain. She didn't know where she would be three years from now, whether she would repeat the fate of her previous life or take a different path.

All she knew was that she had to protect Zhaozhao, even at the cost of her life.

In this life, she will not allow Zhao Zhao to suffer the slightest harm.

In the evening, Shen Fuhan returned to his residence, and Wen Ruohuan, who had disappeared all day, also appeared.

The two entered the room one after the other, which saved Wen Jiayue from feeling awkward because of what happened last night.

She looked at Wen Ruohuan and asked, "Where did you go today?"

"I didn't play. I picked a lot of osmanthus flowers and am trying to make osmanthus wine."

Wen Ruohuan looked at her brother-in-law and said with a smile, "When I brew the osmanthus wine, brother-in-law, remember to drink it with my sister. This is a token of my appreciation."

Shen Fuhan nodded calmly: "Thank you."

Wen Jiayue stared at his moving lips for a moment without realizing it, then blushed and looked away.

She inwardly cursed herself for being so spineless. They were an old married couple, yet she still harbored romantic thoughts because of last night's little incident.

But why was Shen Fuhan able to act so naturally?

But thinking about it carefully, he has always been unfazed even when Mount Tai collapses before him, and he is used to putting on airs, so it's not surprising.

The three of them soon sat down together for dinner.

Perhaps because she had received a response from Shen Fuhan, Wen Ruohuan was unusually lively today, speaking with an air of innocence and cuteness.

Wen Jiayue responded half-heartedly, feeling somewhat annoyed.

The words were clearly meant for Shen Fuhan, but the question was directed at her; how utterly boring.

Wen Jiayue lost her appetite, put down her chopsticks and said, "You guys eat slowly, I'm a little tired."

Wen Ruohuan was overjoyed; she actually had the chance to dine alone with her brother-in-law!

Before she could even speak, Shen Fuhan stood up.

Wen Jiayue said politely, "Husband, are you still hungry? Go and eat some more."

“No need,” Shen Fuhan helped her walk into the inner room. “I have something to tell you.”