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

Wen Jiayue quickly said, "Third sister, I came to see Yao'er off. Now that I've seen him off, I'll be leaving now."

Shen Funian suddenly felt a little guilty. Not long ago, she went to catch her husband cheating, but she never expected that the tables would turn today.

Fearing that Wen Jiayue might become suspicious, she pretended to be calm and said, "It's nothing, come in and sit down."

Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed Su Ye had already left.

She and Wang Chengyao stepped into the inner room together.

The first thing that came into view was Shen Funian, who was sitting upright on the couch. Her face was a little red, her eyes were filled with spring passion, and her long hair was loose and a little messy.

Shen Funian was not a skinny beauty; she was well-rounded in all the right places, with a plump and graceful figure, exuding a captivating charm.

At this moment, it is like a fine piece of jade, exquisitely crafted.

Shen Funian awkwardly tugged at her clothes and explained, "I... I just took a nap, so my hair is down."

Wen Jiayue nodded: "I can see that."

Shen Funian coughed lightly, realizing that she was making a fool of herself by trying to hide something.

"Then please sit down first, I'll have a maid come and help me with my makeup."

Wen Jiayue responded and casually looked around the inner room.

Shen Funian liked gold and red, and there were jade vases and gold cups everywhere, making the interior furnishings exceptionally magnificent.

Compared to this place, her bedroom seemed quite simple.

Shen Fuhan liked calligraphy and painting, so she tried her best to arrange the decorations according to his preferences, and there was nothing else extra.

Four years into their marriage, the bedroom's furnishings had remained almost unchanged, appearing exceptionally monotonous.

Wen Jiayue then thought that she must make proper arrangements after returning home.

Her gaze fell on the embroidered stool, and she stared at that spot, deep in thought, pondering how to arrange it.

Shen Funian had been observing her expression and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Upon closer inspection, a dark water stain was visible on the red embroidered stool. Afraid that Wen Jiayue would notice, she coughed lightly and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Wen Jiayue snapped out of her reverie and nodded gently: "Yao'er has also eaten at my place."

"Oh, that's fine."

Seeing that she was no longer staring at that spot, Shen Funian breathed a sigh of relief, but inwardly she gritted her teeth in hatred and cursed Su Ye a thousand times over.

The last time Wen Jiayue dined at Peach Blossom Spring, after her elder brother left, she thought of the past and was overcome with sorrow. She drank cup after cup until she gradually got drunk.

While she was still somewhat conscious, she staggered out the door and happened to run into a man.

For some reason, she mistook this man for the scholar Wang who had wronged her, and beat and scolded him severely.

And somehow, she and this man ended up together in a rather haphazard way...

When she woke up, the man was gone.

She was confused for a while, then she came to her senses and decided to treat it as a fleeting affair, since she wouldn't lose anything anyway.

She never imagined that this man was actually Su Ye, the apprentice of the physician Qian, and that he would dare to tell her about this!

And so, things turned out this way.

She didn't know what her relationship with Su Ye was now; perhaps... they each got what they wanted?

The slight pain in her scalp brought Shen Funian back to her senses.

The maid who was putting on her hairpins was so frightened that she knelt down and hurriedly begged for forgiveness: "This servant did not mean to!"

Wen Jiayue also became worried, concerned that Shen Funian might hit her given her temper.

Unexpectedly, Shen Funian just waved her hand weakly: "Don't just stand there, hurry up and put it on for me."

Su Ye was unusually ill today. He kept asking her if she had mistaken him for Wang Xiucai this time, and her rebellious streak kicked in, so she refused to answer.

Despite their fierce competition, she couldn't hold on any longer and was the first to admit defeat, ultimately suffering heavy losses herself.

If I had known this would happen, I would have been better off going along with him.

Shen Funian sighed deeply, unsure whether it was right or wrong for her to let the wolf into the house.

After she finished dressing, the maid brought her a meal.

Shen Funian was already hungry and began to eat heartily.

Wang Chengyao watched with envy, grabbed his chopsticks and started eating, only to be smacked mercilessly by his mother.

"You've already eaten, get out of here."

"Mommy, I'm hungry again," Wang Chengyao pouted. "I'll just have one bite!"

Shen Funian glared at her: "Don't make me beat you up!"

"Stingy," Wang Chengyao muttered as he stood up.

Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "Then I won't disturb you two any longer. I'll head back now."

Upon hearing this, Shen Funian quickly said, "Drive carefully on the road."

Wen Jiayue looked at her in surprise; this was really not something she would say.

However, Shen Funian is so nervous that he must have been hoping she would leave long ago, and he would agree to whatever she said.

Wen Jiayue suddenly wanted to try, so she said in a serious tone, "Third Sister, why don't you even have a name for me?"

Shen Funian's expression stiffened slightly, and she reluctantly said, "Take care, sister-in-law."

Wen Jiayue suppressed a laugh and asked in feigned surprise, "After being married into the family for a year, you finally acknowledge me as your sister-in-law?"

Shen Funian's eyes darted around, and instead of answering, she asked, "Are you still leaving or not? Do you want me to personally see you off?"

Wen Jiayue stopped teasing her and left directly.

As she walked out of Chang Le Yuan, her smile became unstoppable.

Ruyi asked curiously, "Madam, you're so happy to hear Third Aunt call you 'elder sister-in-law'?"

“I’m laughing at how obedient she is,” Wen Jiayue patted her face, “and I’ve never seen her with such an expression before, so it’s quite novel.”

In her past life, Shen Funian always acted arrogantly in front of her, but now that she has something on him, the tables have turned.

She didn't intend to tell anyone else; she just found it interesting.

Ruyi didn't quite understand, but since her mistress was happy, she was happy too.

The master and servant returned to the main courtyard, and Wen Jiayue said, "Let's go take a look at the storeroom."

Ruyi asked, "Your warehouse?"

Wen Jiayue was about to agree, but after thinking for a moment, she changed her words and said, "The Marquis's."

Her things are nothing special; Shen Fuhan's things are the real gems.

Instead of letting them gather dust in the warehouse, it's better to display them and appreciate them.

She found the key, opened the storeroom door, and looked at the contents inside, feeling a mix of emotions.

Not long after they got married, Shen Fuhan handed her the key to his storeroom.

In the four years since their marriage, Wen Jiayue had only visited once, to have someone take inventory of the items inside.

She naturally learned how many priceless treasures were in his storeroom.

The more she knew, the more afraid she became. She held the keys with trepidation, fearing that she would be unable to explain herself if something was lost.

In her past life, she had tried several times to return the hot potato that was the key to Shen Fuhan, but he refused each time and insisted on giving it to her.

Looking back now, what was there to be afraid of? Even the most precious treasures are just inanimate objects.

Wen Jiayue carefully selected some items and directed the servants to place them throughout the inner room.

Some of the calligraphy and paintings that were originally displayed were not suitable, so she asked the servant to put them away and return them to the storeroom.

Ruyi was a little scared and asked in a low voice, "Madam, shouldn't we tell the Marquis in advance?"

Wen Jiayue said nonchalantly, "Since he handed me the warehouse key, it means he trusts me. If he doesn't want to, I'll just give the key back to him."

If she has to ask Shen Fuhan's opinion for everything, then for whom is she living this second life?

Wen Jiayue spent an afternoon decorating the interior room in her preferred style, giving it a fresh new look.

After the arrangement was completed, Ruyi's eyes lit up: "Madam, you have excellent taste."

Wen Jiayue smiled gently. Having spent four years in the Marquis's mansion, she had seen many fine things.

After a flurry of activity, as dusk fell, Wen Jiayue ordered the meal to be served.

Halfway through the meal, Shen Fuhan returned.

Wen Jiayue subconsciously looked at his expression, but to her surprise, he ignored the furnishings of the inner room and focused his gaze on her face.

She frowned slightly. As the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, shouldn't he be extremely sensitive to changes in his surroundings?

Could it be that Shen Fuhan's eyesight deteriorated after just one measurement?

Shen Fuhan frowned and asked, "Why didn't you wait for me?"