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

As darkness fell, the room remained unlit, and Shen Fuhan's expression was obscure.

The air was filled with the fragrance of ink and books, and his aura enveloped Wen Jiayue completely.

She sensed danger and shifted uncomfortably.

Shen Fuhan immediately tightened his arms, almost encircling her in his embrace.

Her face was forced to be buried in his chest, the intense heat burning her.

Suddenly, she remembered that today was their wedding night, and she didn't dare to provoke him anymore.

She asked angrily, "Does this answer matter?"

Her voice was muffled, and to Shen Fuhan's ears, it sounded like it contained endless grievances and fear.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then subconsciously lowered his voice: "Important."

“It doesn’t matter at all,” Wen Jiayue said loudly. “Even if I knew, so what? Could I stop Grandmother from letting you take a concubine?”

Her voice was filled with grievance, and the sadness in her words was almost overflowing.

Shen Fuhan sighed softly, "I'm not blaming you."

"Then what do you mean by this?" Wen Jiayue asked. "Aren't you questioning me?"

Shen Fuhan is being completely unreasonable!

How could she, the daughter of a seventh-rank official, possibly be in charge of the old lady and the Marquis of the Marquis's mansion? Was it wrong for her to stand by and watch?

She grew angrier the more she thought about it, and her breathing became rapid and irregular.

Shen Fuhan was stunned for a moment, then cried?

He was somewhat at a loss. After a moment of silence, he whispered, "Don't cry, it's my fault."

Wen Jiayue frowned. When did she start crying?

Wait, Shen Fuhan actually admitted his mistake?

She was so shocked that she forgot all about being angry.

In their four years of marriage, she had never heard Shen Fuhan say, "It's my fault."

This time, I unexpectedly overheard him admitting his mistake...

Was it because she cried?

Thinking back, she realized that she had never cried in front of him except when he pushed her to the limit in bed.

Because she was afraid of annoying him, she would only hide away and cry secretly, no matter how much she suffered.

Wen Jiayue remained silent for a long time. Should she continue to pretend?

She sniffed and said, feigning grievance, "It was your fault to begin with."

Shen Fuhan did not refute, but gently patted her back as if to comfort her.

It was rare to see such a tender side of him, and Wen Jiayue was momentarily lost in thought.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Shen Fuhan frowned and pushed her away a little, wanting to see her expression.

Afraid that he would notice, Wen Jiayue quickly lowered her head and pretended to wipe away her tears.

Shen Fuhan said in a deep voice, "I will not take a concubine. If Grandmother brings this up again in the future, you can simply refuse on my behalf."

“I wouldn’t dare,” Wen Jiayue sniffed, “Grandmother would definitely scold me.”

She couldn't be bothered with this; it would only please neither side and leave her with a mess.

Shen Fuhan rubbed her face: "Then tell me, and I'll go talk to Grandma."

Wen Jiayue quickly dodged away, afraid that he would notice that there were no tears on her face.

Moreover, she felt somewhat uncomfortable with such intimate behavior.

She broke free from his grasp: "I'm going to wash my face."

After closing the door, Wen Jiayue stood there stunned for a long time, her mind filled with the scene from just now.

He said he was wrong, he patted her back to comfort her, and he affectionately touched her face.

Every single movement was something she didn't know Shen Fuhan would do.

But he did it anyway, and did it with such ease, as if he had done it a thousand times before.

Was it all because he thought she was crying?

Shen Fuhan was cold-hearted and didn't seem like the kind of person who would soften just because she cried.

He should have been cold, annoyed, and called her cowardly.

But he was just trying to coax her.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Perhaps because she hadn't come out for a long time, Shen Fuhan knocked on the door.

Wen Jiayue snapped out of her daze. She didn't want to pay attention, but fearing he might suddenly come in, she quickly responded.

She scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on her face. The cool water instantly sobered her up.

Since he'll soften his stance on this matter, she can just take advantage of him in the future; why bother analyzing him as a person?

Wen Jiayue wiped her face clean and came out.

Shen Fuhan waited outside, observing her expression.

Wen Jiayue put on a wronged look and walked forward with her head down.

Shen Fuhan didn't know what to say, so he could only follow her silently.

Wen Jiayue sat on the couch and asked, "Why did you bring Zhaozhao over just now?"

Shen Fuhan paused before explaining, "I haven't been close to Zhaozhao these past few days."

Wen Jiayue was speechless; she never expected this reason.

"You exude a chilling aura, and the servants in the courtyard dare not even breathe. Didn't Zhao Zhao cry because of you?"

“Zhao Zhao knows I am her father, so she won’t cry.”

Wen Jiayue really wanted to roll her eyes at him; he was so confident.

"Don't stay so long next time, Zhao Zhao will get hungry."

"……it is good."

After a moment of silence, Shen Fuhan asked, "Are you hungry?"

Wen Jiayue wasn't very hungry; she ate quite a bit at the flower-viewing banquet.

Putting everything else aside, although Shen Funian is lazy, he is never stingy when it comes to food, and the meals and snacks he prepares are all delicious.

Seeing her shake her head, Shen Fuhan was about to speak when someone knocked on the door.

"My lord, the princess summons you to her residence."

A sudden surge of inexplicable irritation welled up in Wen Jiayue's heart, which she tried her best to suppress.

She smiled and said, "In that case, Your Excellency, please have your meal at the Princess's residence."

Shen Fuhan didn't respond to that, but said in a low voice, "I'm going over there, I'll be right back."

Wen Jiayue watched him leave, then washed up and lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

My mind is a mess, countless images flash through my head, but I can't grasp any of them.

She stared blankly at the top of the tent until she heard the sound of bowing outside, at which point she quickly closed her eyes.

Why is Shen Fuhan back so soon!

The footsteps approached from afar and stopped beside the bed.

Wen Jiayue tried her best to slow her breathing, but her eyes quickly caught a glimpse of light.

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "Stop pretending to be asleep."

Wen Jiayue: "..."

She struggled desperately: "I was woken up by you. Why did the Princess summon you?"

Shen Fuhan didn't expose her, and replied, "Just some minor things on the drawings."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips. Was such a small matter really worth making a trip so late at night?

Shen Fuhan didn't bring it up again, and asked in a low voice, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, Your Excellency, please go and eat."

Shen Fuhan turned and left, but instead of going out, he went into the washroom.

Wen Jiayue ignored him and continued to try to fall asleep.

Before long, the room was plunged into complete darkness.

The bed sank, and Shen Fuhan lay down on it, holding her in his arms.

His hot breath brushed against her face, and just as he was about to kiss her, Wen Jiayue firmly pushed him away.

"I don't want to have sex."