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

Wen Jiayue was stunned for a long time, wondering if she had misheard.

How could he possibly call her name?

Ah Yue...

She silently read it aloud and felt it was too intimate; it didn't sound like something Shen Fuhan would say.

Normally, Shen Fuhan almost never called her by her name, and always spoke his mind directly.

However, when he needed to put on an act in front of the Wen family, he would call out "Yue'er" a few times.

He never called her that name again.

Did she hear wrong...? But the two words "A-Yue" were pronounced clearly and distinctly, and she heard them very well.

As he was pondering, Shen Fuhan murmured something else.

She listened intently again.

"Fu...fei..."

Wen Jiayue was taken aback. Shen Fufei?

This is the name of Shen Fuhan's second younger brother, who has been dead for many years.

If you do the math, it's been a full four years.

Shen Fuhan has never brought up his younger brother who died young. Does he still care about him deep down?

"Fuhan is sick? What happened?"

The old lady's panicked voice came from outside.

Wen Jiayue straightened up.

With hurried footsteps, the old lady strode in.

Wen Jiayue explained, "Grandmother, don't worry. The Marquis just had a slight fever. He'll be fine after taking the medicine."

The old lady scolded, "This is my own grandson! You're not worried, but I am! The last time Fuhan was sick was when he was seventeen or eighteen!"

Wen Jiayue did not argue: "Grandmother, please be quiet. The Marquis did not sleep well last night."

Upon hearing this, the old lady became even angrier.

"Didn't sleep well? How exactly do you take care of him? Seeing how hard he works, you should remind him to go to bed early, but instead you..."

The old lady was still rambling on, but Wen Jiayue couldn't be bothered to listen anymore.

She slightly curved her lips into a smile, appreciating the hard work involved in handling official duties…

If he had gone to the study last night, this matter wouldn't have happened.

However, she naturally wouldn't say these things, because if the old lady knew the truth, it would definitely provoke even greater anger.

She lowered her eyes in remorse and didn't say a word.

Seeing that she was as obedient as a quail, the old lady's anger finally subsided.

But she still disliked Wen Jiayue, so she simply said, "Go to the ancestral hall to confess your sins and copy scriptures. You can come back whenever Fuhan recovers!"

Wen Jiayue suddenly looked up. What kind of logic was this? Shen Fuhan's illness was actually her fault?

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly noticed that Shen Fuhan's eyelashes fluttered, as if he was about to be woken up.

She immediately lowered her head and sobbed, "Grandmother, I don't want to copy the scriptures. I want to take care of the Marquis myself."

The old lady's eyes widened, and she shouted, "You've really gone too far!"

She raised her hand to hit Wen Jiayue, but her hand was stopped by a strong force halfway through the air.

Shen Fuhan spoke in a hoarse voice, "Grandmother, what are you trying to do?"

Seeing that the person who stopped her was her grandson, the old lady reluctantly lowered her hand.

She planned to offer a few words of concern before complaining about Wen Jiayue.

Unexpectedly, Wen Jiayue was faster than her, grabbing Shen Fuhan's hand and her eyes filled with tears.

"My lord, you're finally awake! If you hadn't woken up, my grandmother would have made me kneel and copy scriptures in the ancestral hall as punishment! If I refused, she would have beaten me!"

As she finished speaking, a tear slid down her cheek, a sight that evoked pity.

Shen Fuhan stared at her blankly and reached out his hand.

His fingertips were warm, dry, and slightly rough as he gently brushed across her cheek, wiping away the tear stains.

"No, I'm here."

Wen Jiayue had just burst into tears while pinching her thigh, but those six short words brought tears to her eyes.

With just a blink, tears welled up in her eyes and fell.

Shen Fuhan was about to speak when he started coughing repeatedly, and he couldn't stop.

The old lady was in a panic and completely lost her composure: "Someone, quickly go and fetch the family physician!"

Wen Jiayue quickly patted his back, and Ruyi poured tea and brought it over.

Shen Fuhan moistened his throat and finally felt a little better.

Seeing that her grandson was much better, the old lady breathed a sigh of relief and asked with concern, "How is Fuhan feeling now?"

"It's alright," Shen Fuhan said calmly. "Grandmother, please go back first. Your health is weak, so please don't let your illness get worse. I will pay my respects to you again after I recover."

The old lady said with emotion, "I'm fine. Your health is the most important thing. Grandma will stay here with you."

She glared at Wen Jiayue and said coldly, "And don't listen to her nonsense!"

Shen Fuhan calmly asked, "Which statement is nonsense?"

The old lady choked for a moment: "Making her copy scriptures is to pray for your well-being, and making her kneel as punishment also shows her sincerity. Grandmother is doing all this for your own good."

She became more and more agitated as she spoke, and cried out, "Fuhan, Grandmother would never harm you!"

Shen Fuhan coughed twice more before speaking, "Why don't you let Yue'er take care of me herself?"

"Your illness this time is all because of her!" The old lady was furious. "If she could take good care of you, how could you have gotten so sick?"

Wen Jiayue didn't say another word, only wiping away her tears from time to time.

As long as she acts pitiful, Shen Fuhan will help her.

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "Grandmother is overthinking it. I was dressed a little lightly when I came back from Dali Temple last night, not because of Yue'er."

The old lady was skeptical: "You're just trying to excuse her!"

"If Grandmother doesn't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

Shen Fuhan pinched the bridge of his nose: "I have a bit of a headache, Grandmother, please go back."

The old lady was still unwilling to give up: "How about I send two competent maids over to take care of you?"

Shen Fuhan didn't answer, but said directly, "Grandmother, take care."

Judging from her grandson's unhappy tone, the old lady got up reluctantly and left.

Ruyi also quietly withdrew.

Soon, only the two of them remained in the inner room, and silence spread.

Shen Fuhan asked, "Did Grandmother hit you?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head: "It's all thanks to the Marquis waking up in time."

Shen Fuhan frowned and asked, "If I don't wake up, you won't hide?"

"Am I allowed to fight back?"

"...You can stop it."

He paused for a moment, then explained, "If word gets out that you hit your grandmother, it will be bad for your reputation."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and said, "Thank you, Lord Marquis, for considering my reputation."

Shen Fuhan then coughed several times.

Wen Jiayue quickly served him tea, and after seeing that he had drunk it, she asked in a low voice, "How is the Marquis?"

"I'm not feeling well," Shen Fuhan coughed again. "I feel dizzy, my throat is itchy, and I feel very hot."

Wen Jiayue put down her teacup and said softly, "Who told you to use cold water last night?"

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment: "What else can we do?"

He looked at her, his eyes dim: "You don't want to."

Wen Jiayue turned her face away, not daring to meet his gaze, and insisted on explaining, "I'm not feeling well."

She felt uneasy, sensing that he knew something but hadn't revealed it to her.

Deep down, however, she still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that he couldn't possibly be that powerful.

Shen Fuhan remained silent and closed his eyes.

"I'll sleep a little longer."