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

Shen Funian knew his temper; the more you went against him, the more severe the punishment would be.

So even though she was unwilling, she still went obediently.

Lin Wanwan, however, did not understand and clung to the old lady, pleading, "Grandma, why is my cousin like this? I don't want to go."

The old lady waved her hand: "Go quickly, go quickly, this is for your own good."

She was also afraid of this grandson and dared not provoke him at all.

Lin Wanwan, however, took the kind words of advice as a sign that her aunt did not favor her, and panicked immediately, refusing to leave no matter what.

“Wanwan did nothing wrong, it was my cousin who hit me first,” she said, turning her head to the side, her voice trembling with tears, “My face still hurts.”

Despite her heartache, the old lady glanced at her grandson's expression, hardened her heart, and looked at Granny Zhao.

“Take Wanwan to the ancestral hall.”

Granny Zhao agreed and, with a combination of coaxing and dragging, pulled Lin Wanwan out.

The bedroom finally quieted down, and the old lady said cautiously, "Wanwan is young, Fuhan, please don't hold it against her."

Wen Jiayue pondered to herself that the old lady, who usually bossed her around, was actually so afraid of Shen Fuhan.

Shen Fuhan didn't reply, but instead asked while straightening the wrinkles in his cuffs, "Grandmother, what brings us here?"

The old lady quickly said, "Wanwan is deeply in love with Fuyou, it breaks my heart to see her like this. Do you have any way to let them meet?"

"My cousin already knows where my fourth brother lives, and she waits outside the mansion every day. We'll meet one day eventually."

Shen Fuhan's tone was sarcastic, but the old lady actually began to consider the feasibility of this method.

“This doesn’t seem right… You know Fuyou’s personality; he’s so stubborn you couldn’t be swayed by eight oxen.”

Wen Jiayue almost burst out laughing, then quickly lowered her head and picked up the teacup.

I took a small sip; this time it was a new tea.

Shen Fuhan glanced at her without changing his expression and said calmly, "Does Yue'er have any suggestions?"

Hearing him call her "Yue'er" again, Wen Jiayue felt her hair stand on end and rubbed her arms.

She obediently replied, "I will do whatever you say, Lord Marquis."

Since Shen Fuhan has taken this matter to heart, she doesn't need to put in any more effort; she can just watch the show.

The old lady noticed her and suddenly smiled, "Fuyou has come back twice because of your daughter, hasn't she?"

When Zhao Zhao was involved, Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat, and she slowly nodded.

The old lady took a sip of tea and said contentedly, "Since that's the case, let her get a minor illness, and Fuyou will definitely come back to visit. Wouldn't that solve the problem?"

"What does Grandmother mean by this?"

Before Wen Jiayue could speak, Shen Fuhan spoke first.

The old lady was immediately uneasy, but seeing that his expression remained calm, she took it as an indifferent attitude.

"Didn't I tell you? It's normal for kids to get a headache or fever. Just wear less tonight, and you'll be back to visit tomorrow without any worries."

She didn't value her great-granddaughter, so she naturally assumed that Shen Fuhan didn't value her either, and that he spoke lightly of her.

Wen Jiayue gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, waiting for Shen Fuhan to speak.

If he agrees, she will fight tooth and nail to divorce him and take Zhaozhao with her!

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "I have an even better idea than that."

The old lady hurriedly asked, "What idea?"

"Once my cousin is married off, my fourth brother will naturally come back for the feast."

Before Wen Jiayue and the old lady could react, Shen Fuhan continued.

"The youngest son of the Vice Minister of Rites has long admired my cousin and will go to the Lin residence to propose marriage tomorrow."

The old lady exclaimed in surprise, "But Wanwan is worried about Fuyou..."

"She's been relentlessly pursuing Fuyou," Shen Fuhan said coldly. "If word gets out, will the younger generation of Grandmother's family still want to get married?"

The old lady stammered, "I...I just...wanted to grant Wanwan's wish."

“Fuyou doesn’t like her. No matter how much her grandmother does, it’s useless and will only backfire.”

The old lady was still somewhat unwilling to give up, so Shen Fuhan continued, "Grandmother, have you thought it through? Do you want your own grandson to be by your side all the time, or your niece to occasionally bring you joy?"

"This……"

The old lady couldn't give a clear answer for a long time.

“That’s settled then,” Shen Fuhan said directly. “Let’s head back now.”

Wen Jiayue left with him.

On the way, Shen Fuhan walked briskly, and Wen Jiayue had to jog to keep up.

Halfway through, she felt confused again. Why did she insist on walking with him?

She slowed her pace, and to her surprise, at the next corner, Shen Fuhan stood with his hands behind his back under the osmanthus tree.

The osmanthus flowers have long since faded, leaving only strong branches and lush green leaves on the tree.

The afterglow of the setting sun tinged the osmanthus trees with golden-red hues, and also cast a soft glow on Shen Fuhan, making him appear even more handsome and noble.

Wen Jiayue was slightly lost in thought, and after a moment of hesitation, she asked, "Why isn't the Marquis leaving?"

Shen Fuhan didn't speak, but as she walked alongside him, he slowed his pace and started moving forward again.

Wen Jiayue's heart was stirred by his actions, and she couldn't help but wonder if he was waiting for her.

After walking side by side for a while, Shen Fuhan suddenly spoke up: "Don't take what Grandmother said just now to heart."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips; it turned out she was trying to excuse the old lady.

She cursed herself inwardly for being crazy; even at a time like this, she was still being influenced by his every word and action.

She said "Oh" calmly, "But I hope that Your Excellency will take your grandmother's words to heart."

Shen Fuhan cast a cryptic glance at him.

Wen Jiayue explained, "You know that Grandmother doesn't like Zhaozhao. If Grandmother does anything to harm Zhaozhao in the future, I won't be polite."

Shen Fuhan remained silent for a moment before speaking: "I will send the wet nurse away and find a new one."

Although she didn't quite understand why he brought this up and then suddenly agreed, Wen Jiayue was somewhat pleased to hear this.

During the day, she couldn't look after Zhaozhao all the time. When she handed Zhaozhao over to the wet nurse, she always had Ruyi stay by her side to feel at ease, which took a lot of effort.

She trusted Shen Fuhan's judgment; if he personally selected them, they would certainly be extremely capable.

She said cheerfully, "Thank you, Lord Marquis!"

Shen Fuhan acted swiftly and decisively; he dismissed her today, and the wet nurse left the next morning.

The old lady was naturally dissatisfied.

However, Lin Wanwan's marriage was settled, and after she finished copying the scriptures, she was shocked to hear the bad news. She was so busy that she had no time to deal with the matter.

Before noon, the wet nurse that Shen Fuhan had found entered the mansion.

The wet nurse's surname was Zheng. She didn't talk much and rarely smiled, but she was efficient, clean, and had plenty of milk, which satisfied Wen Jiayue.

After observing for three days, Wen Jiayue found no fault with Zheng the wet nurse, and Zhao Zhao also became dependent on her, so she decided to wean her.

On the first day of weaning, my chest was swollen and painful.

Wen Jiayue thought she could just endure it and it would pass, but the pain was so bad at night that she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Shen Fuhan, who was lying next to her, suddenly grabbed her wrist, preventing her from moving.

Wen Jiayue paused for a moment, then frowned and asked, "Did I disturb the Marquis's rest? Please go to your study to sleep."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment: "Are you just going to keep putting up with this?"