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

When Shen Fuhan slowed down his speech, his voice was exceptionally alluring.

Wen Jiayue paused for a moment, almost agreeing without thinking, but then realized something and pushed him away without hesitation.

"No."

She didn't understand what he was doing. Does being sick and not fully conscious make one clingy?

Even when Zhao Zhao was sick, he wasn't as difficult to take care of.

Shen Fuhan was taken aback, seemingly not expecting her to refuse.

He coughed a few times: "I have no strength."

“You clearly still had the strength to push me down just now,” Wen Jiayue said, pursing her lips. “You can change your clothes yourself.”

Shen Fuhan's eyes darkened slightly as he said, "Fine, but you're not allowed to leave."

Wen Jiayue nodded and sat on the couch to wait for him.

The clothes were placed within his reach. He picked up a piece and slowly put it on.

Shen Fuhan was always efficient and decisive, and Wen Jiayue had never seen him so indecisive before, so she frowned slightly.

Is it really that painful?

Ruyi called from outside, "My lord, my lady, lunch is ready!"

Wen Jiayue raised her voice and said, "Wait a little longer."

Shen Fuhan picked up another piece of clothing, coughed a few times, and continued dressing.

After waiting and waiting, Wen Jiayue couldn't bear it any longer and got up to go forward.

"Forget it, I'll do it."

Shen Fuhan stretched out his arm and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Wen Jiayue didn't say anything and quickly helped him change his clothes.

Having been married for four years, she was extremely skilled at this. Even though she hadn't done it many times in the past few months, she had every step etched in her mind.

After putting on the last dark blue outer garment, she carefully tied the jade belt.

Shen Fuhan lowered his eyes and gazed at her soft, downcast profile, then slowly wrapped his arms around her.

Wen Jiayue paused, about to speak, when Shen Fuhan spoke first.

“I was thinking of doing that just now,” he said, nuzzling her hair. “Can I hug you for a little while?”

Wen Jiayue was completely taken aback by his actions and stood there dumbfounded for a moment.

Why is Shen Fuhan so clingy after he got sick?

Seeing that she didn't push him away, Shen Fuhan hugged her even tighter.

Wen Jiayue asked hesitantly, "Are you conscious right now?"

She was starting to suspect that Shen Fuhan had been possessed.

In the four years of their marriage, she had never seen him take the initiative to get close to anyone; he had always been cold and distant.

He just had an illness, and it was as if he had been reborn.

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “I only know that I wanted to hold you right now, so I did it.”

Wen Jiayue fell silent.

Now is the time when Shen Fuhan needs her the most. Since she's already hugged him, it would be a shame not to take the opportunity to make some requests.

After thinking for a moment, she spoke softly, "My lord, could you grant me a request?"

Shen Fuhan gestured for her to speak.

"I would like to travel outside the manor more often in the future. Would the Marquis grant me permission?"

She doesn't leave the manor very often now, at most twice a month, but in order to get to know Miss Yun, she will leave the manor more often in the future.

At that point, the old lady will have her opinions.

Shen Fuhan said in a deep voice, "I have never stopped you."

"I mean, about Grandma..."

"I will explain for you."

Wen Jiayue curled her lips slightly: "Thank you, Lord Marquis."

Not long after, Shen Fuhan let go of her.

He reverted to his indifferent demeanor, as if their earlier intimate gestures had been a figment of her imagination.

Since her goal had been achieved, Wen Jiayue didn't care and let Ruyi in.

The maids filed in carrying bowls and plates, placed the food on the table, and then all left.

Shen Fuhan sat down first, and Wen Jiayue sat opposite him.

He paused, then got up and moved to her side.

Wen Jiayue: "...?"

They always dined facing each other, and she felt a little uncomfortable when Shen Fuhan suddenly sat next to her.

"My lord, why don't you go to the other side, or I can sit across from you?"

"Sit like this."

Shen Fuhan was behaving strangely when he was sick. Considering that he was a patient, Wen Jiayue didn't say anything more and picked up her chopsticks.

After eating in silence for a while, Shen Fuhan suddenly started serving her food.

Wen Jiayue was taken aback again. Apart from playing the role of a loving couple and serving each other food in front of the Wen family, they usually ate separately.

What is he doing?

Wen Jiayue frowned and asked, "Is your fever rising again?"

Shen Fuhan glanced at her but didn't say anything.

After lunch, Wen Jiayue sent someone to fetch the prefectural physician.

The person who came was still Su Ye, who specially prepared the medicine before coming over.

Compared to her calm demeanor in the morning, Su Ye appeared unusually flustered this time. When she brought out the bowl of medicine, her hands trembled slightly, and she almost spilled it.

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips, afraid that she would burst out laughing.

Is Su Ye nervous in front of her sober brother-in-law?

Shen Fuhan watched him calmly as he took the steaming bowl of medicine.

Su Ye said considerately, "My lord, be careful, it's hot."

Shen Fuhan didn't respond, but drank it all in one gulp, and then stretched out his hand.

Su Ye was stunned for a moment and didn't move.

Shen Fuhan frowned: "Come over and take my pulse."

Su Ye then came to her senses and quickly stepped forward.

"The Marquis is out of danger. He just needs to keep warm and rest well today, and take another dose of medicine tonight."

Shen Fuhan nodded and withdrew his hand.

"If Your Excellency has no further instructions, I will take my leave."

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "I heard that your third sister asked you to go over twice these past few days. What happened to her?"

Not only Su Ye, but Wen Jiayue was also on edge.

Does Shen Fuhan really know about Su Ye and Shen Funian?

Su Ye feigned composure and said, "She has had a poor appetite recently, so I prescribed a remedy, but it didn't work. I adjusted it again yesterday."

"Loss of appetite?" Shen Fuhan scoffed. "That's novel."

Wen Jiayue also felt that this reason was too far-fetched. Shen Funian loved to study food, so how could she possibly have a loss of appetite?

It's unclear whether this was a reason he came up with in a moment of desperation or something he had discussed with Shen Funian.

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything more, and calmly said, "Go back."

Su Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Shen Fuhan added, "Come over again tonight."

Su Ye: “…”

He replied "yes" and left in two quick steps, afraid that Shen Fuhan would call him back again.

Wen Jiayue tentatively suggested, "Doctor Su looks rather young. Perhaps you could have someone else treat you, Lord Marquis?"

“No change,” Shen Fuhan said, lowering his eyes. “You’re young; it’s the time for you to gain experience.”

Wen Jiayue felt a chill run down her spine, realizing that he knew almost everything.

Is there really anything in the Jing'an Marquis's residence that can be kept from Shen Fuhan?

She couldn't help but think of that bowl of contraceptive soup.

He probably... doesn't know, right?