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

After having breakfast, Wen Jiayue had calmed down.

Since she's already asleep, it's not awkward, and it's a good opportunity for her to get some rest.

If Shen Fuhan is willing to wake up a few more times, then let him be.

They've been married for four years, they've seen everything they should and shouldn't have seen, it's not a big deal.

But when she saw Shen Fuhan, who was off duty that evening, she started to feel awkward again.

She simply couldn't imagine how Shen Fuhan did it; every movement seemed so out of place on him.

He always had that unhurried and composed demeanor.

Wen Jiayue couldn't help but wonder what Shen Fuhan would think when he saw her and her daughter's remains when she died in her previous life.

I guess... I don't care at all.

In his heart, there was never a place for her and his daughter.

"Ma'am, ma'am?"

Ruyi reached out and nudged her. Wen Jiayue snapped out of her daze and looked up to meet Shen Fuhan's scrutinizing gaze.

She instinctively lowered her head, and then heard him ask, "What are you thinking about?"

“It’s nothing,” Wen Jiayue shook her head and looked at Ruyi. “Serve the meal.”

Ruyi whispered, "Madam, dinner is ready."

Wen Jiayue then noticed the food on the octagonal table and felt a little embarrassed, realizing she had been lost in thought.

Help me up.

As Ruyi helped her up, she spoke in a low voice.

"The chef in the small kitchen has prepared fish soup as instructed by Madam. Would you like to drink it now or after dining with the Marquis?"

Without hesitation, Wen Jiayue said, "Bring it over now."

Her intention was to drink in front of Shen Fuhan; if she didn't, wouldn't her bold words from yesterday be meaningless?

Why should she always cater to his preferences? He should also experience the taste of being catered to.

Ruyi looked uneasy, but seeing that the lady insisted, she brought it over herself.

Almost as soon as Ruyi entered the room, Shen Fuhan looked up and frowned at the white porcelain bowl she was holding.

Wen Jiayue silently thought to herself, "That dog's nose is so sharp."

Under such gazes, Ruyi hesitated to move and looked anxiously at the lady.

Wen Jiayue calmly directed Ruyi to place the fish soup in the very center.

The fish soup was simmered until it was milky white and fragrant, with finely chopped scallions floating on top—it looked absolutely beautiful.

Wen Jiayue's appetite was whetted, so she instructed Ruyi to serve her a bowl and then asked, "Would the Marquis like some?"

She observed Shen Fuhan's expression, expecting him to fly into a rage or storm off the table.

Unexpectedly, he just sat there calmly, but his tightly furrowed brows revealed that he was actually finding it hard to bear.

"No need, you should drink more."

The young master, raised with the utmost care and attention by the entire Jing'an Marquis's household, would maintain excellent manners and conduct himself with propriety even if he disliked the taste of fish.

Wen Jiayue suddenly felt extremely bored.

Why did she insist on drinking fish soup in front of him? What was she trying to prove?

Only after giving up did she realize that the Shen Fuhan she thought she knew was not the same as she had imagined.

It turns out that he could tolerate her drinking fish soup in front of him, he could take the initiative to take care of his daughter, and he would even agree to the suggestion of breastfeeding his daughter, which seemed absurd to others.

Then why was she so patient and cautious in her past life? It seems all the more ridiculous.

Wen Jiayue lost her appetite; even the most delicious fish soup began to taste bland.

Shen Fuhan stared at Wen Jiayue, who was bowing her head and remaining silent, for a moment before finally speaking.

"Was Zhaozhao well-behaved today?"

Wen Jiayue nodded slightly.

Normally, she would have used this opportunity to say a lot of things, such as how cute Zhaozhao is, how much weight Zhaozhao has gained, and how many times Zhaozhao has smiled...

But now, she doesn't want to talk about anything anymore.

They had little to say to each other; the atmosphere was dull and oppressive.

Since Zhaozhao was born, most of the conversations have revolved around our daughter. Apart from that, there are only some trivial matters, and there is never any sweetness to speak of.

Shen Fuhan would never say those sweet words, and she was naturally too embarrassed to say them in front of him, but she had thought about it a thousand times over in her heart.

I've felt regret a thousand times over.

But she would tell herself that sweet words were useless, and that having him by her side was what mattered.

If he said such a thing, he wouldn't be Shen Fuhan.

Therefore, I love him more each day.

Wen Jiayue took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind of the jumbled thoughts.

"My lord, I have something to tell you."

Shen Fuhan gestured for her to speak.

Wen Jiayue said calmly, "I want to replace Zhaozhao's wet nurse."

Shen Fuhan frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Wen Jiayue thought about it all day and finally came up with a slightly more reasonable reason.

She said sincerely, "I don't like the wet nurse's face."

In fact, this wet nurse had an extremely kind and gentle appearance, always smiling, and wore a string of Buddhist prayer beads on her wrist.

However, when it comes to physiognomy, everyone has their own judgment.

She just doesn't like wet nurses, and Shen Fuhan can't very well ask her to find evidence, can he?

“What nonsense,” Shen Fuhan glanced at her. “Since the wet nurse has done nothing wrong, you shouldn’t send her away just because of your personal likes or dislikes.”

He was not as dignified and composed as he would be three years later, so Wen Jiayue was not afraid and couldn't help but retort.

“I just don’t like it. The thought that Zhao Zhao’s wet nurse is someone I don’t like makes me unhappy.”

Wen Jiayue, who was always sensible and docile, suddenly started acting unreasonably, and Shen Fuhan pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Even if I agree, my grandmother won't agree, after all, she personally chose this wet nurse."

Seeing that he had softened his stance slightly, Wen Jiayue immediately said, "So I want the Marquis to talk to Grandmother. If you speak, Grandmother will definitely listen."

Shen Fuhan paused slightly, then pondered silently.

This morning, his grandmother specifically asked him to come over, and the topic was Wen Jiayue personally feeding her daughter.

My grandmother was a peasant woman who believed everything she heard, and she was always both serious and confused when it came to matters concerning her offspring.

He listened patiently, explained a few words, and then prepared to leave.

Grandmother, however, was relentless and insisted that he teach Wen Jiayue a lesson and forbid her from feeding her in the future.

That evening, Wen Jiayue brought up the wet nurse again, probably because her grandmother had made a scene the day before, so she didn't like the wet nurse.

Shen Fuhan pondered for a moment and reassured her, "Don't worry, Grandmother won't interfere in our affairs in the future, so there's no need to change the wet nurse."

Wen Jiayue was stunned. Was there any necessary connection between these two things?

She only wanted him to suggest to the old lady that they change the wet nurse.

"Does the Marquis not want to change?" Wen Jiayue looked at him. "You're not even willing to mention it?"

Shen Fuhan frowned and said, "Yes."

If the wet nurse does anything wrong, he will definitely replace her.

But for no apparent reason, he didn't want to disappoint his grandmother.

Wen Jiayue stared at him disappointedly for a while, and finally relented.

"Okay, then I won't change it, but I have one request."

Shen Fuhan gestured for her to continue.

"I will no longer use this wet nurse. The Marquis will stay with me and take care of Zhao Zhao personally."