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

Halfway through her meal, Wen Jiayue glanced up and noticed a light drizzle falling outside the window.

The drizzle was fine and silent, attracting little attention, yet it left a damp layer on the street.

Wen Jiayue said, "Today is indeed not a good day."

Shen Funian also looked over and asked in surprise, "When did it go down?"

She raised her glass: "This glass is to the rain outside the window, cheers!"

Wen Jiayue was about to drink tea instead of wine when Shen Funian brushed her aside and poured her a glass of wine.

“It won’t hurt to take a sip,” Shen Fu said. “Bamboo Blossom Wine is a fine wine from Peach Blossom Spring. You’d be missing out if you didn’t try it.”

In both lifetimes combined, Wen Jiayue had only drunk alcohol once—the nuptial wine on her wedding night, which was spicy and burned her throat.

After drinking, she felt dizzy. She didn't think she was drunk, but her vision was blurry.

If it weren't for that cup of wine to embolden her, she would probably have been even more afraid on her wedding night.

After a moment of stunned thought, she unconsciously took a small sip of the wine, treating it like tea.

Shen Funian cupped her face in her hands and asked expectantly, "Is it good?"

Wen Jiayue then realized that she had drunk alcohol, but it was too late; the alcohol had already slid down her throat, and she immediately frowned.

The expected spiciness didn't come; instead, it was refreshing and cool, like drinking tea.

The fresh scent of bamboo and the delicate fragrance of peach blossoms wafted through the air, intoxicating the senses.

She asked in surprise, "Is this wine?"

Shen Funian smiled, her eyes narrowed: "Of course."

Wen Jiayue found the wine strangely delicious and finished a glass without realizing it.

The sound of rain outside the window grew louder, and raindrops splashed on the windowsill and into the private room.

Wen Jiayue got up to close the window, but her head was spinning and she almost lost her balance.

Shen Funian was startled and quickly went to help her.

"How come there are two of you?" Wen Jiayue murmured. "Am I seeing things?"

She shook her head, but it was no use. The two Shen Funian sometimes separated and sometimes together made her feel uncomfortable.

"You... you're already drunk?"

Shen Funian clicked her tongue in surprise. It was just a glass of wine!

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Ruyi called out, "Madam, the Marquis is here."

Wen Jiayue frowned upon hearing this: "What is Shen Fuhan doing here?"

Shen Funian was startled by his words: "Why are you calling my elder brother by his given name?"

Wen Jiayue was also startled and asked, "How did you know I called his name?"

Wasn't she just thinking it to herself? Did she say it out loud?

Without waiting for a response, Shen Fuhan pushed the door open.

Wen Jiayue patted her head, looked in the direction of the sound, and stared at Shen Fuhan with a puzzled expression.

She murmured, "How come there are two Shen Fuhans?"

Shen Funian immediately covered her mouth.

Shen Fuhan glanced at her dazed appearance and frowned.

How much alcohol did you drink?

Shen Funian stammered, "I drank half a pot, and she drank one cup."

Shen Fuhan glanced at the flush on Wen Jiayue's face and asked in a low voice, "Is there really only one cup?"

“Really, I just poured her the second cup and you came over,” Shen Funian quickly said. “Big brother, I wouldn’t dare to hide it from you.”

How could she know that Wen Jiayue had such a low alcohol tolerance? Seeing her drink alcohol like she was drinking tea, she thought she was invincible.

Who knew that just one glass of wine would knock her out?

Shen Fuhan pinched the bridge of his nose: "Let's go back to the manor first."

Shen Funian pouted: "I'm not going back. I finally got rid of that little devil Wang Chengyao, I want to enjoy myself a little longer."

Since her son was three years old, she rarely left the mansion. Every day she taught him to recite the Thousand Character Classic. Even if he couldn't learn it, it would be good for him to be influenced by it.

She was furious that he wasn't cut out for it at all.

She felt refreshed after leaving the manor today and didn't want to go back.

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything upon hearing this, but solemnly advised, "Drink less."

"I know, big brother," she waved her hand, "I'll be back before dark."

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly.

Ruyi tried her best to support the lady, but the drunk woman was heavy, and despite her gritted teeth and perseverance, she couldn't move an inch.

Shen Fuhan picked up the swaying Wen Jiayue and carried her in his arms.

Wen Jiayue struggled to lift her eyes, her brows furrowed: "Which Shen Fuhan is hugging me?"

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything, and simply carried her out the door.

The noise from the first floor drifted over, and he looked down at her dazed expression.

After a moment's hesitation, he pulled the scarlet handkerchief from her waist and covered her face with it.

The carriage was parked outside Peach Blossom Spring, and Shen Fuhan carried her into the carriage.

Wen Jiayue leaned against the car wall, her handkerchief still covering her face, rising and falling with her slightly heavy breathing.

In the shadows, her delicate lips appeared and disappeared, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

Shen Fuhan was only inches away from her, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, but he restrained himself and looked away, sitting on the other side.

Wen Jiayue was half asleep and half awake when a sudden jolt caused her to lean back instinctively.

Shen Fuhan swiftly placed his arm behind her head and said coldly, "Walk carefully."

The coachman quickly agreed, and the carriage slowed down.

Shen Fuhan looked at Wen Jiayue leaning on his shoulder. Her handkerchief had already fallen off during the bumpy ride, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

She was drunk, her cheeks flushed, and her lips slightly parted, making her look somewhat charming and adorable.

Shen Fuhan stared blankly for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, his nose brushed against hers.

His lips were only an inch away from hers.

Wen Jiayue suddenly spoke up, her words slurred, "How annoying... Shen Fuhan..."

The breath exhaled alcohol was mixed with the scents of bamboo leaves and peach blossoms, like an aphrodisiac.

Shen Fuhan asked in a hoarse voice, "Why do you hate it?"

She stopped talking, hugged his waist, and seemed to have found a comfortable position, continuing to sleep contentedly.

Her breath fell on the crook of his neck, sometimes cold, sometimes hot.

Shen Fuhan stood stiffly, motionless, until the carriage stopped.

As usual, Ruyi carried Wen Jiayue away and quickly said, "My lord, shall I help the lady?"

"No need."

He walked quickly forward; with his long arms and legs, he could still move swiftly even while carrying someone, and Ruyi jogged to keep up.

Before long, Shen Fuhan placed Wen Jiayue on the bed.

Ruyi wrung out a handkerchief, intending to wipe the lady's face, but the Marquis took it from her.

He said calmly, "You may leave."

Ruyi was almost speechless with shock. The Marquis was actually taking care of his wife personally?

She hesitated for a moment before hurrying out the door.

Inside the room, Shen Fuhan wiped Wen Jiayue's face.

He didn't control his strength well, and Wen Jiayue immediately frowned and reached out to push him.

He lowered her hand, softened his movements, and gently wiped her face clean.

Today, her makeup was exquisite, and even after washing off the rouge, she didn't lose any of her charm; on the contrary, she looked even more captivating.

His gaze fell on her luscious lips again, and as if possessed, he reached out and gently wiped away the lipstick from her lips.

Perhaps he hurt her, Wen Jiayue made a "hmm" sound and stuck out her tongue, trying to lick the place he had rubbed.

Shen Fuhan's breathing became slightly sluggish, and he forgot to move.

A wet tongue brushed against the fingertip, sending a shiver through the air.

He lifted Wen Jiayue's chin and gently stroked it.

After a moment of restraint, he finally couldn't resist leaning down and kissing her lips.