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

Shen Fuyou's resistance was so obvious that Wen Jiayue's heart stirred, and she listened attentively.

Shen Fuhan pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to persuade him, "Don't worry, I won't let Grandmother urge you."

“Your opinion doesn’t count,” Shen Fuyou said, not believing it. “You know Grandmother’s temperament; she’ll definitely say something whenever she sees me.”

Wen Jiayue was completely confused. Urging? Urging what?

She didn't ask, pretending she didn't exist, hoping they would talk more so she could figure out how to save them.

However, Shen Fuyou didn't bring up this matter again and said directly, "Brother, sister-in-law, I'm going back first."

Shen Fuhan remained silent.

Wen Jiayue called out to him, "Fourth brother, where do you live?"

Shen Fuyou raised an eyebrow: "Why is sister-in-law asking this?"

Even his older brother didn't know his address, and he never thought of telling anyone else.

Although his sister-in-law was not an outsider, he did not want to reveal where he lived.

"I just said I would give you a longevity lock, so of course I will deliver it to you."

Wen Jiayue tentatively suggested, "Or, you could come and get it yourself?"

"These are just kids' toys, what would I do with them?" Shen Fuyou waved her hand. "I'm leaving!"

Wen Jiayue looked at Shen Fuhan anxiously: "Why didn't you try to stop him?"

"Why try to keep him?" he asked casually.

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips; he was so cold to his own younger brother.

However, she should have realized that when Shen Fuyou's body was brought back to the Marquis's mansion in her previous life, Shen Fuhan did not shed a single tear.

He has no heart.

Wen Jiayue didn't want to talk to him anymore, and it was time to breastfeed anyway, so she shooed him away.

"Zhao Zhao is hungry, please go out, Your Excellency."

Shen Fuhan's Adam's apple bobbed, but he restrained himself from looking down and turned to leave.

Holding Zhao Zhao in her arms, Wen Jiayue picked up the exquisite longevity lock and sighed softly.

As Shen Fuhan's promotion draws closer, it's time for Shen Fuyou to go to the border.

As far as she could remember, she and Shen Fuyou never saw each other again.

Is there really no way to save him?

It was a disaster that could have been so easily avoided, yet she was powerless to do anything about it.

If they cannot defy fate, then she and Zhaozhao...

Wen Jiayue bit her lip, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

knock --

There was a knock at the door. Wen Jiayue snapped out of her reverie and asked, "Who is it?"

"I'll just grab a book and leave."

The voice was clear and melodious, like jade; it was Shen Fuhan's voice.

Wen Jiayue didn't want to pay attention to him, but she wanted to try one more time for Shen Fuyou's sake, so she tore down the gauze curtain.

"come in."

Shen Fuhan walked in without looking to the side, took the book, and prepared to leave.

Wen Jiayue quickly spoke up: "My lord, I have something to ask you."

Shen Fuhan stopped in his tracks.

Through the red gauze curtains, the figures on the bed were indistinct, with only a touch of white bathed in a soft halo.

He lowered his eyes and asked, "What is it?"

"Just now you told your fourth brother that Grandmother was urging him, what was she urging him to do?"

Perhaps that's the crux of the matter; she can't let any clue slip by.

Why are you so interested in his affairs?

Even when asking a question, his tone remained calm and even, making him impossible to understand.

He asked the same question when Shen Fuyou came last time; this is the second time he's asked it.

Wen Jiayue was too lazy to guess his thoughts, and just assumed he was playing games.

“I am the lady of the Marquis’s mansion. If I have to ask the servants about such a small matter, how can I stand in the mansion? However, if this matter is confidential, the Marquis does not need to tell me.”

She took this to a whole new level—if he didn't tell her, it meant he didn't consider her family.

But she wasn't entirely sure, since Shen Fuhan might not really consider her family.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue gave a self-deprecating smile.

If he doesn't want to talk about it, then he doesn't. Anyway, this is a matter for the Shen family, and it has nothing to do with her.

Just as Wen Jiayue was about to speak, Shen Fuhan said, "It's not a secret."

She held her breath, not daring to miss a single word, and listened attentively as he explained, finally understanding the cause and effect.

The old lady had always wanted to arrange a marriage for Shen Fuyou. The girl was the old lady's grandniece, named Lin Wanwan, who was the most beloved junior in her family.

Shen Fuyou was only fourteen years old at the time. He was forced into a meeting and didn't like him, but Lin Wanwan fell in love with him and pursued him relentlessly.

Shen Fu was so annoyed that he moved out.

Every time he returned to the Marquis's residence, the old lady would bring up this matter, asking him when he would marry his grandniece. On several occasions, even Lin Wanwan came to visit.

That's why Shen Fuyou avoided the old lady like the plague, and didn't even want to go back to the Marquis's mansion.

Wen Jiayue was engrossed in listening, wondering if Shen Fuyou had gone to the border because of this matter, when she suddenly felt a pain in her chest.

She hissed instinctively.

The next moment, Shen Fuhan lifted the gauze curtain.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, Zhao Zhao just pinched me," Wen Jiayue said awkwardly, turning slightly to the side. "Your Excellency, please go ahead with your work."

Shen Fuhan bent down, his expression grave, and said, "Let me see."

Look at you, my foot!

Wen Jiayue put down the clothes and explained, "It's nothing, just a tickle. Thank you for your concern, Lord Marquis."

If it were really like being tickled, she wouldn't make a sound.

But seeing that she was determined, Shen Fuhan did not insist any further.

"I'll have someone bring the Jade Skin Cream over in a bit."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and didn't reply.

He took great care of her body, afraid of leaving even the slightest scar and spoiling his mood.

She said calmly, "Please take care, my lord."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment before leaving.

A short while later, Ruyi came in with the Jade Skin Cream, and asked anxiously, "Madam, are you injured?"

“It’s nothing,” Wen Jiayue told her to put her things away. “I’m perfectly fine. I was just scratched by Zhaozhao. It’s just that the Marquis is making a mountain out of a molehill.”

So what if there's a scar? She'd rather not use any ointment, hoping to completely kill his interest.

Ruyi, unaware of her thoughts, smiled and said, "The Marquis is just concerned about his wife."

Wen Jiayue didn't say anything more, pondering Shen Fuyou's matter.

If he really went to the border because of this matter, it simply doesn't make sense.

Shen Fuyou never returned to the Marquis's residence. Even if the old lady was unhappy, she couldn't see him, so naturally she couldn't urge him to get married.

Wen Jiayue sighed deeply. She thought things were looking up, but instead she found herself in another dead end.

After thinking it over and over, she decided to just go for broke.

"Ruyi, go and find out which direction Fourth Master went after leaving the manor. It would be best if you could follow him and find out where he lives. Oh, and whatever you do, don't let him find out."

Although she didn't know why the lady was doing this, Ruyi realized it was an extremely urgent matter and quickly left.