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

It was already mid-October, and everything was gradually withering. The wind blowing in our faces carried a biting chill.

Wen Jiayue wrapped her cloak tightly around herself and got into the carriage, and then Shen Fuhan carried Zhaozhao up.

Originally, Wen Jiayue hadn't planned to bring her daughter, but since she was going on this trip so that the Wen family could see her daughter, she had no choice but to bring her along.

She touched her daughter's soft little face and sighed softly.

An argument might break out in a moment, and she didn't want Zhaozhao to hear it.

Although she is only a little over a month old, she can't remember anything at all.

Wen Jiayue said, "Let me carry you."

Her hand brushed against his chest through his clothes, and Shen Fuhan subconsciously stepped back, his breathing becoming heavy.

Wen Jiayue glanced at him, puzzled, and then pulled Zhao Zhao into her arms.

After thinking for a moment, she said truthfully, "My lord, this time when I go home, I would like to take back the betrothal gifts and dowry that are temporarily kept at the Wen family's residence."

She can't out-talk four people by herself, but if you add Shen Fuhan's mouth, ten more wouldn't be a problem.

However, the prerequisite is that he will help her.

Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Why do you suddenly want to take it back?"

Judging from his tone... Wen Jiayue felt somewhat frustrated, as if she hadn't grasped anything particularly meaningful.

He simply asked a normal question and waited for her reply.

“That’s mine,” Wen Jiayue said seriously, “of course I have to keep it in my own hands.”

Shen Fuhan scrutinized her, or rather, examined her closely.

This time, Wen Jiayue was more confident and didn't avoid his gaze, asking, "What's wrong, Lord Marquis?"

The carriage curtain swayed, revealing shimmering light that made her almond-shaped eyes appear exceptionally clear and radiant.

Shen Fuhan lowered his eyes and said, "It's a good thing that you've come to your senses."

Seeing that he didn't object, Wen Jiayue smiled, and the matter was probably settled!

However, she still added with concern, "I have a feeling my stepmother will object, my lord. Please remember to help me then."

"Ah."

Shen Fuhan gazed at the bustling streets, his eyes revealing no emotion.

The Wen residence is quite far from the Jing'an Marquis's residence; it takes more than half an hour to travel by carriage.

Having only walked halfway, Wen Jiayue was already exhausted, her back aching, and she was still somewhat bewildered.

In her past life, she loved going back to her parents' home, which earned her a lot of scolding from the old lady, but she still enjoyed it and never felt tired.

Perhaps it was because she felt that everyone in the Wen family was kind at that time, with her father being caring, her stepmother loving, her stepsister gentle, and her stepsister adorable, that she didn't feel the journey was far.

After this illusion was shattered, she realized that they were all thinking about how to drain her dry, so she naturally felt that going back to her parents' home was like torture.

Wen Jiayue looked at Shen Fuhan, her nominal husband, who was resting with his eyes closed beside her.

Neither the bride's family nor the groom's family is a home.

She lived two lives in a daze, and never had a home.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhao in my arms stirred and raised her little hands, reaching out and grabbing at the air.

Wen Jiayue smiled and placed her index finger where the other woman could reach it, and it was immediately gripped tightly.

It doesn't matter, wherever Zhaozhao is, that's her home.

Around noon, the carriage stopped outside the Wen residence.

Every time she returned to her parents' home, the Wen family would wait for her outside the mansion, and this time was no exception.

Upon seeing the Marquis's carriage, they all came to greet it.

Zhang asked, "You're a little late this time, was something the matter that delayed you?"

As Wen Jiayue alighted from the carriage, she feigned apology and said, "There are some things that have kept Father and Mother waiting."

Actually, it was just because this time she wasn't as eager to go home as before and didn't set off early.

Instead, she woke up naturally, slowly washed and dressed, and then lingered a while before arriving.

Zhang's face was frozen stiff, but she still smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. We only stood there for an hour."

Wen Jiayue didn't say anything. If it were in the past, she would have felt sorry for them for a long time and then advised them not to greet them outside the mansion next time.

But thinking about it carefully, they gained so many benefits just by being exposed to the cold wind for a while, which is really effortless.

Since they're willing to wait, then let them wait.

She had long understood that whoever spent their money, that's where their love resided.

She didn't care for those small, handout-like favors.

She changed the subject: "Is Ruoqian at the academy?"

"Yes, he was studying hard, so we didn't let him come back."

"Huan'er is the best, spending every day with his parents," Wen Jiayue said with a smile. "Isn't that right, Huan'er?"

Wen Ruohuan was stealing glances at her brother-in-law when she suddenly heard Wen Jiayue call her. She quickly replied, "Yes, sister, I'm fulfilling my filial duty on behalf of you and brother."

Wen Jiayue smiled and walked into the main courtyard of the Wen residence.

Ruyi handed her a warm hand warmer, and she quickly hugged it as she was feeling cold.

Wen Ruohuan, who was standing nearby, saw this and said with a smile, "Sister's hand warmer is so pretty."

Wen Jiayue snorted inwardly.

Since the marriage, Wen Ruohuan has taken countless good things from her, and she will not give her anything in the future.

She smiled gently: "If you like it, I'll ask your father and mother to buy one for you."

Wen Ruohuan was stunned. Why did Wen Jiayue say that? Shouldn't she have offered it to her?

Zhang said pitifully, "Yue'er is joking again. Our Wen family is struggling to make ends meet, where would we get the money to buy such nice things?"

Wen Jiayue ignored her and changed the subject: "How are Father and Mother feeling lately?"

Zhang rolled her eyes and said, "I'm fine, but your father's old ailment has flared up again. His legs hurt all day long, and we don't have any expensive medicinal herbs at home."

She nudged Wen's father with her elbow.

Mr. Wen immediately understood and painfully pounded his knee.

Wen Jiayue took in their subtle actions, slowly took a sip of tea, and suppressed the irritation in her heart.

Only then did he speak with concern: "The doctor said that this illness requires rest, so Father should move around as little as possible."

Father Wen said awkwardly, "Yes, yes, Yue'er is right."

Zhang was frantic. Why was Wen Jiayue acting so dazed today? In the past, when she heard her say these things, she would have already handed over the silver notes!

If one plan fails, another will do. After chatting for a while, Zhang sighed.

"Huan'er is about to be married, but she doesn't have a decent piece of jewelry. I feel really guilty about this."

Wen Jiayue glanced at Wen Ruohuan; no wonder she was dressed so plainly today.

She didn't respond immediately, but smiled without saying a word.

Wen Ruohuan snuggled up to her affectionately and said sweetly, "What are you worried about, Mother? I have my sister. She will definitely give me jewelry, right?"

Wen Jiayue tapped her forehead, seemingly affectionately, but actually pushing her away.

"Of course, I'll send someone to deliver a hairpin to you tomorrow."

She would forget about it tomorrow; she didn't believe Wen Ruohuan would have the audacity to come to the Marquis's residence to ask for it back.

Even if she comes, sending someone to inform Shen Funian will naturally get rid of her.

Wen Ruohuan pressed her advantage: "Sister, I also want a bracelet, earrings, and a hair ornament."

Wen Jiayue smiled and nodded: "How about I give you a set of jewelry?"

Wen Ruohuan's eyes lit up: "Thank you so much, sister! You're so kind!"

Wen Jiayue looked at Zhang Shi and said casually, "By the way, I remember there was a set of jewelry in my mother's dowry. I wonder if it's still there?"

Madam Zhang smiled and said, "Of course it is. I've kept all your dowry for you and haven't touched it. If you don't believe me, we can go and check it now."

She spoke with a guilty conscience, but her expression remained calm and composed.

Given Wen Jiayue's mild temperament, she would definitely decline and say that it wasn't necessary.

She had a good plan, but she didn't expect that when she pretended to get up, Wen Jiayue also stood up and spoke casually.

"Okay, let's go."