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

Shen Funian left in anger.

Wen Jiayue didn't quite understand why she was angry. Hadn't she always looked down on her? Wouldn't it be more to her liking to have a different sister-in-law?

However, none of that mattered. Wen Jiayue didn't dwell on it any longer and went to rest for the afternoon.

In the evening, Shen Fuhan returned home on time after finishing his shift.

Wen Jiayue found it strange. Could it be that he hadn't gone to the princess's residence for several days in a row?

I suppose I went during the day, so I don't need to explain to her why I came home late.

It must have been the same in her past life, which is why they were able to keep it from her so well, and only after it caused such a stir in the city did she finally learn the whole story.

Wen Jiayue's expression became even more indifferent, and she quietly ate her meal.

Without Wen Ruohuan, a suffocating silence filled the dinner table.

Shen Fuhan seemed indifferent to everything. He didn't even ask when Wen Ruohuan left, as if losing one person was the most normal thing in the world.

Shen Fuhan speaks very little and never brings up anything on his own initiative. Even if she asks him more questions out of interest, he remains as taciturn as gold.

If she doesn't speak, the rule of not speaking while eating or sleeping will continue indefinitely, making it dull and oppressive.

The only time he talked a lot was in bed, during their indulgence once every three days. She could always hear his deep, restrained voice in the darkness.

Don't move... Hold me tight... Don't be afraid...

Then it was Wen Jiayue's turn to speak less, and she could only follow his guidance, drifting in and out of the sea of ​​joy.

He only liked her body, not her as a person.

Or rather, it would be more appropriate to change "like" to "satisfied".

He was satisfied with her as his wife; she could manage the Marquis's mansion perfectly, be filial to his elders, raise his daughter, and satisfy his desires.

Wen Jiayue sighed softly. She had foolishly lived like this for four whole years.

She didn't want to say anything at first, but she had to explain something that needed to be explained.

Otherwise, if Shen Funian were to exaggerate and embellish the story first, not only Wen Ruohuan, but she too would be subject to criticism.

“My lord,” she said slowly, “Huan’er and my third sister had a little disagreement today. It wasn’t a big deal. I was afraid Huan’er might offend someone again, so I’ve sent her back to the manor.”

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly.

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips, just about to continue her meal, when Zhao Zhao, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly started crying.

She quickly put down her chopsticks and was about to get up when Shen Fuhan pressed down on her shoulder.

"I come."

Since he wanted to coax his daughter, Wen Jiayue naturally wouldn't fight him for it and continued eating.

But she was still concerned about her daughter's condition and looked over with worry.

Shen Fuhan gently picked up the crying Zhaozhao and walked around the bedside.

He gently bounced up and down, patiently, with a hint of a smile on his lips.

Wen Jiayue watched this scene silently, recalling her past life.

To allow Shen Fuhan to rest properly and to avoid bothering him, she never let him get involved in taking care of their daughter.

It turns out that he also wanted to be close to his daughter, and he was willing to try even just to comfort her when she cried.

Perhaps it was a father-daughter bond, but Zhao Zhao was quickly soothed.

Shen Fuhan put her down and walked over.

Wen Jiayue could even tell that he was still somewhat unsatisfied and a little dazed.

When children cry, it's incredibly annoying, and sometimes even she feels exhausted. How come Shen Fuhan doesn't find it annoying at all?

It must be because I haven't coaxed them enough.

However, she always thought Shen Fuhan was a strict father, but she didn't expect him to be a doting father to his daughter.

“Zhao Zhao will be a month old soon,” Shen Fuhan said. “It’s time to name her.”

Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat, and she remained silent.

She always remembered Shen Fuhan's insistence when choosing a name, and finally changed it just before the baby's one-month celebration.

She wanted to use his old name directly, but the nickname Zhao Zhao was already enough to make him "understand her perfectly," and she didn't want him to continue to misunderstand.

Wen Jiayue had no choice but to ask, "Does Your Excellency have a name you prefer?"

Before he could speak, she continued, "Naming is a big deal; let's discuss it after we've had our meal."

She wanted to have a proper meal first, otherwise she would be too angry to eat.

Shen Fuhan had no objection.

After clearing away the food and washing up, the two of them finally got down to business.

Shen Fuhan took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket, slowly unfolded it, and the three characters "Shen Guizhao" appeared on the paper.

Wen Jiayue's vision went black; she knew it!

She forced a smile: "Why did you choose this name, Lord Marquis?"

Shen Fuhan was silent for a moment: "Zhaozhao was born in August, which is the season when osmanthus flowers are in full bloom."

“But this word is a bit…” Wen Jiayue said, her words trailing off, “I don’t really like it.”

Shen Fuhan pressed further, "Why don't you like it?"

“It’s bad luck,” Wen Jiayue said seriously. “Osmanthus flowers have a short lifespan; once the fragrance dissipates, they’re gone. Zhaozhao isn’t an osmanthus that only blooms for two months.”

In her past life, she spoke very tactfully, but in this life, she doesn't care about his feelings and says whatever comes to mind.

Shen Fuhan frowned: "That's not what I meant."

“I know that the Marquis meant well, and it is good to use flowers as a metaphor for people,” Wen Jiayue said, “but when I thought of this other meaning, I felt a little uncomfortable.”

She suggested, "Perhaps Your Excellency could consider characters that appear durable and long-lasting."

Shen Fuhan looked at her: "What word came to mind?"

“I didn’t think of that,” Wen Jiayue looked away. “The Marquis is a man of great talent, so naturally the name of our daughter should be chosen by the Marquis.”

Shen Fuhan scrutinized her and said calmly, "You're feeling guilty."

Wen Jiayue raised her voice: "I didn't!"

Realizing her reaction was a bit too strong, she quickly said, "I just don't like the character 'Gui' (桂). If Your Excellency insists on giving me this name, I will not agree."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment: "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Wen Jiayue pouted; she wouldn't change her mind tomorrow.

With this matter temporarily settled, Wen Jiayue remembered something even more important.

"How does Your Excellency intend to organize Zhaozhao's full moon celebration?"

In her past life, two days before the full moon celebration, the old lady began to feel unwell, suffering from headaches and leg pains all over her body.

The younger generation's full moon celebration naturally had to give way to the elder's illness, and the full moon celebration she had been looking forward to was held in a very rushed manner.

If the old lady was really unwell, she would have accepted it, only to later find out that she was faking illness.

She was determined to hold a grand celebration for her daughter in this lifetime, to make up for all her regrets.

The premise of holding a grand celebration is to get Shen Fuhan on her side and intimidate the old lady, otherwise she will pretend to be sick again.

Shen Fuhan said, "There hasn't been a happy occasion in the Marquis's mansion for a long time, so it's only right to hold a proper celebration."

Wen Jiayue said, "In that case, I'll trouble you, Lord Marquis, to speak to Grandmother in person tomorrow. Otherwise, I'm worried that Grandmother won't agree."

Shen Fuhan naturally knew that his grandmother was not satisfied with the fact that this child was a girl, and nodded upon hearing this.

The matter was accomplished with ease, and Wen Jiayue immediately felt refreshed and said with a smile, "Thank you, Lord Marquis."

Her smile was genuine, and her eyes and brows became more lively, adding a touch of charm.

Shen Fuhan looked down at her smiling lips, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and he lowered his head uncontrollably.

Wen Jiayue stared blankly as he approached, and just as he was about to kiss her, she turned her face away.

"My lord, it's getting late, I'm going to bed now."