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

As darkness fell, Wen Jiayue slowly woke up.

She opened her eyes, feeling slightly dizzy for a moment, and frowned as she rubbed her temples.

Ruyi heard the noise and tiptoed in.

Seeing that his wife was awake, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Madam, you're finally awake."

Wen Jiayue asked in a low voice, "How long have I been asleep?"

“It’s been three hours,” Ruyi poured her a cup of tea. “If you don’t wake up soon, I’m about to go find the royal physician to take a look at you.”

Wen Jiayue was stunned when she heard this. She had only drunk a glass of wine, yet she had slept for three hours.

Was it because she had a low alcohol tolerance or because the alcohol was too strong?

Wen Jiayue was too lazy to think about it anymore. She couldn't remember what happened after she got drunk, but she vaguely remembered seeing Shen Fuhan.

Ruyi nodded: "The Marquis did come. After sending you back to your residence, he personally took care of you."

Wen Jiayue was taken aback: "He took care of me? How did he take care of me?"

"This slave doesn't know."

Wen Jiayue couldn't understand him. He had inexplicably come to Peach Blossom Spring and inexplicably taken care of her.

She didn't mention Shen Fuhan again, but asked her daughter, "How is Zhaozhao today?"

"Miss is very well-behaved, but she cried for a while half an hour ago. She must have missed you."

Wen Jiayue quickly said, "Carry her... never mind, I'll go take a bath first."

She was afraid that the smell of alcohol on her would bother Zhaozhao.

Ruyi then said, "This servant will have someone prepare water."

She walked out, but unexpectedly bumped into Shen Funian.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly curtsied.

"I hope you are well, Third Aunt. I did not mean it."

Wen Jiayue also became worried. Shen Funian was not an easy person to get along with, and he was even more ruthless towards his servants, often resorting to beatings and scoldings.

Unexpectedly, this time Shen Funian simply waved her hand and walked inside like a lost soul.

Ruyi glanced nervously at the lady.

Wen Jiayue gave her a wink, signaling her to leave.

Shen Funian remained oblivious, staring straight ahead, her eyes unfocused.

Wen Jiayue glanced at her and felt that her face was unusually red. Was it from drinking?

Wen Jiayue asked, "Third Sister, when did you get back?"

Shen Funian then came to her senses and said in a hoarse voice, "I just got back to the manor."

"You..." Wen Jiayue was startled, "What happened to your voice?"

Shen Funian cleared his throat: "It's nothing serious after drinking too much."

Wen Jiayue felt that something was off about her, so she asked again, "Are you really okay?"

"It's nothing," Shen Funian shrugged guiltily. "I'm fine."

"Then what are you doing here?"

“I…” Shen Funian bit her lip, “Never mind, I’ll just leave. Just pretend I was never here.”

With that, she stood up and left without looking back.

Wen Jiayue: "..."

The brother and sister were acting strangely today.

After taking a good bath, Wen Jiayue went to hug her daughter.

She weighed it up and down, and Zhao Zhao laughed happily.

The child's laughter was pure and innocent, and Wen Jiayue couldn't help but raise it high several more times until her arm ached before she stopped.

Zhao Zhao seemed to still have some time to spare, flapping her little hands upwards.

Wen Jiayue nuzzled her nose: "Wait until your father comes back to play, Mommy is tired of carrying you."

Speak of the devil, and he appears; Shen Fuhan walks in.

Wen Jiayue then placed her daughter in his arms.

Shen Fuhan caught his daughter, bewildered. The fresh scent of her after-bath filled his nostrils, and he was momentarily lost in thought.

Wen Jiayue explained, "Zhaozhao wants to be lifted up high, why don't you try?"

He stared at her parting lips for a moment, then lifted his daughter high in the air.

With his long arms and strong arms, he lifted and lowered the objects effortlessly, and his childish laughter filled every corner of the room.

Wen Jiayue sat on the couch, her lips involuntarily curving into a smile, her gaze following his every move.

Gradually, her gaze fell on him; broad shoulders, narrow waist, tall and slender.

The Shen family originated from military families, and it was only in his generation that they turned to literature, but they did not give up their martial arts habits.

Shen Fuhan's muscles were firm, but this wasn't apparent when he was dressed; he looked like a slender scholar. Only she knew just how strong his arms and waist were.

Wen Jiayue was lost in thought for a moment, then saw Shen Fuhan walking towards her and immediately lowered her eyes.

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "Zhaozhao is tired."

"Then I'll carry you," she said, reaching out to take your arms. "Is the Marquis hungry?"

"Ah."

Ruyi quickly went to serve the meal.

The two sat quietly at the round table and ate their meal.

Wen Jiayue thought for a while and then asked, "Why did the Marquis go to Peach Blossom Spring at noon?"

Shen Fuhan paused before speaking: "Just passing by."

Wen Jiayue hesitated before asking, "I didn't do anything inappropriate while I was drunk, did I?"

"No."

She observed his expression and, seeing that he remained as calm as ever, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She said with relief, "That's good."

Everything else was fine, but she was afraid that she might accidentally reveal that she had been reborn.

Shen Fuhan asked, "What are you worried about?"

His scrutinizing gaze sent a chill down Wen Jiayue's spine.

She slowly explained, "I heard from Ruyi that after returning to the manor, the Marquis personally took care of me, and I was afraid that I would be impolite."

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything more and continued eating.

Fearing he would continue to think about it, Wen Jiayue changed the subject, saying, "My third sister came by just now, looking lost and distraught. I don't know what's wrong with her."

Shen Fuhan, however, was unsurprised and calmly said, "That's how she is when she's drunk."

Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "Does she often get drunk?"

"That was true a few years ago."

Wen Jiayue realized what was going on and remembered how she had been tricked. She immediately understood that the man was drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

She sympathized with Shen Funian in this matter, but after thinking it over, she had no way to help her and could only pretend that she knew nothing.

Perhaps a good night's sleep will do the trick.

Unexpectedly, Shen Funian was so dejected that she was unable to continue organizing the flower viewing banquet for several days.

As the date drew near, Granny Zhao came again, her words implying that Wen Jiayue should take over the matter.

There was no point in saying more, so Wen Jiayue directly invited Master Qian to take her pulse, and the result was naturally that she should rest and recuperate.

Zhao Mama hesitated and said, "The madam went to a restaurant a few days ago, so she must be feeling much better."

Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "Going to a restaurant is nothing, it won't take much effort. The flower viewing banquet is a big deal, I'm afraid if I don't do it well, it will ruin the reputation of the Marquis's mansion."

Granny Zhao had nothing more to say and went back to report.

The old lady was both angry and furious: "She's really gotten herself into trouble. Call her over here, I'll talk to her myself!"

Granny Zhao quickly advised, "Madam, this is unacceptable. You must also consider the Marquis's feelings... The Marquis hasn't come to pay his respects for almost half a month."

The old lady said fiercely, "It must be Wen Jiayue who spoke ill of my grandson and stirred up trouble between us!"

Granny Zhao did not respond to this.

Anyone could see that the Marquis was only absent from paying his respects because of the old lady's suggestion to make the young lady sick last time.

She could only comfort her, saying, "Madam, please don't be anxious. Let's postpone this matter. The wedding day of Miss Lin is getting closer and closer, and this is the most important thing."

The old lady sighed deeply upon hearing this.

"The marriage that Fu Han found for her was quite good; even I couldn't find anything wrong with it. But Wanwan was unwilling and would come to me crying every few days. I was starting to find her annoying."

Granny Zhao poured hot tea and said with a smile, "Miss Lin will understand after she gets married."

The old lady snorted: "I just hope she can settle down and stop chasing after Fuyou."

Judging from her standards for choosing a granddaughter-in-law, she wouldn't approve of Lin Wanwan.

He was neither particularly good-looking nor steady in character, and he knew nothing about housekeeping or management.

She simply felt that it would be perfect to strengthen family ties and have her favorite younger relatives by her side.

These past few days, Lin Wanwan had been so annoying that she found her repulsive.

Marrying Fuyou would also be a nightmare; the two of them would surely be in constant turmoil, and the Jing'an Marquis's mansion would never have a peaceful day again.

That's good too. If she marries someone else sooner, Fuyou can return to the Marquis's mansion sooner and avoid being bothered by her again.