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

After dinner, Su Ye came again.

Shen Fuhan recovered well and, after taking the last dose of medicine, no further treatment was needed.

The medicine had a calming effect, and he felt sleepy soon after drinking it.

Shen Fuhan asked, "Do you want to sleep?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head: "I'll go check on Zhaozhao."

Shen Fuhan wouldn't let her out of his sight all day, and she didn't dare bring Zhaozhao in, afraid of catching the illness. She hadn't seen her daughter all day.

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything, he just nodded.

Seeing that he was calm and didn't let her stay there any longer, Wen Jiayue felt relieved.

It seems he only acts out of character when he's sick.

Before Wen Jiayue even entered the side room, she heard Zhao Zhao's laughter.

Zheng, the wet nurse, was not one to smile easily, but she loved children and showed a tender side when playing with them.

Wen Jiayue strode inside. Zheng, the wet nurse, turned around in confusion and, seeing that it was the madam, quickly bowed.

"I've come to see Zhaozhao," Wen Jiayue helped her up, "How is she today?"

The wet nurse said, "Miss is very lively. She would usually be asleep by this time, but she is in very good spirits today."

Wen Jiayue picked up her daughter with a big smile and touched her little mouth.

"Is our Zhaozhao waiting for her mother to come?"

Zhao Zhao blinked, and it was unclear whether she understood or not, before laughing again.

The child's laughter was crisp and pure, and Wen Jiayue couldn't help but kiss her several times.

Having not seen Zhaozhao all day, she spent a little more time playing with her daughter and was reluctant to leave.

Wen Jiayue simply said, "I'll sleep here tonight too."

The wet nurse was somewhat surprised: "Madam, this..."

Wen Jiayue came up with a plausible reason: "The Marquis is ill, and I don't want to disturb his rest, so it's settled."

After washing up, she lay on the bed holding her sweet and soft daughter, her heart overflowing with contentment.

If she could, she would love to sleep with her daughter every day.

However, Zhao Zhao is still young and needs to be breastfed by a wet nurse at night.

When her daughter is six months old, she will be able to sleep with her every day.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Zhao is already three months old. If you think about it carefully, there are only a few months left.

Wen Jiayue kissed Zhaozhao again and was about to go to sleep when Ruyi knocked on the door.

"Madam, the Marquis requests your return."

Wen Jiayue was taken aback. Shen Fuhan wasn't asleep yet?

She called out, "Just tell him."

Ruyi stammered, "Madam, the Marquis is right outside the door."

Wen Jiayue frowned slightly. Wasn't his illness already cured?

If she hadn't already known that Shen Fuhan was heartless and ungrateful to her, she would have almost thought that he loved her so much that he couldn't bear to be apart from her for even a moment.

"My lord, I will sleep with Zhaozhao tonight. You should go back now."

"Why?"

A deep voice came through, and Wen Jiayue inexplicably detected a hint of loneliness in it.

She quickly dismissed the inappropriate thoughts from her mind and said with pursed lips, "I want to stay with Zhaozhao, but I'm also afraid of disturbing your rest."

"……understood."

The footsteps faded into the distance, and Ruyi quietly entered.

"Madam, the Marquis has returned to his room. I noticed that he doesn't seem very happy."

“Never mind him,” Wen Jiayue yawned. “I’m going to sleep.”

She held her daughter in her arms and drifted off to sleep peacefully.

Wen Jiayue slept soundly and woke up to find Zhaozhao beside her, and couldn't help but smile.

Upon learning that Shen Fuhan had left the manor early in the morning, Wen Jiayue went into the inner room, had the maids open the windows for ventilation, and after having breakfast, carried Zhaozhao over.

Ruyi walked in mysteriously.

Wen Jiayue asked, "Where did you go just now? I didn't see you at all."

"While Madam was having her meal, I went outside the mansion to see Brother Changsheng," Ruyi said without concealing anything.

"So you went to meet your lover," Wen Jiayue said, feigning anger. "I'll fine you half a month's salary."

Ruyi quickly begged for forgiveness: "This servant has something important to tell Madam. Will Madam forgive this servant?"

"what's up?"

In a flash, Wen Jiayue had a sudden inspiration and asked, "Is it about Wen Ruoqian going to the brothel?"

Ruyi nodded: "Madam guessed correctly. Brother Changsheng watched the play all day yesterday and came to tell me this morning."

Wen Jiayue imagined the chaotic scene at the Wen mansion and almost burst out laughing.

However, she was still a little worried and asked, "Wen Ruoqian didn't suspect that I spread the news, did he?"

"Of course not. The second young master and the third young lady had a long argument yesterday, and they were almost severing their sibling relationship."

Just as Wen Jiayue was about to ask her father and Zhang Shi, a maidservant announced from outside: "Madam, the third young lady of the Wen family is waiting outside the mansion and wishes to see you."

"It really means Cao Cao Cao Cao is here."

Wen Jiayue sneered; she knew what Wen Ruohuan was planning without even having to guess.

He simply came to her to vent his frustrations, and then naturally stayed at the Marquis's residence for a few days.

Too lazy to deal with it, she said directly, "Tell Third Sister that Wen Ruohuan came."

Shen Funian said that he would beat Wen Ruohuan every time she came, and hoped that she would keep her promise.

Not long after, Ruyi returned excitedly and told her the news she had found out.

"Madam, Third Aunt personally chased Third Miss away!"

Wen Jiayue immediately felt refreshed and relaxed, no longer needing to be insincere.

She then asked Wen's father and Zhang's mother.

"The master and madam cried for a long time before letting the second young master return to the academy."

Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "That's it? You didn't even dare to say a single word of abuse?"

Ruyi's hesitation should be correct.

Wen Jiayue smiled sarcastically. As expected of her only son, even though he spends all his time in brothels and is already ruined, she still treats him with utmost devotion.

She wrote a letter and had it delivered to the Wen residence.

First, she expressed her disappointment with Wen Ruoqian and said she would not help him in the future. Then she explained that she learned that Wen Ruohuan had arrived too late. Finally, she urged him to send her dowry over as soon as possible.

As evening approached, Wen Jiayue received a reply, along with a hairpin.

She was too lazy to read those long articles, so she skimmed through them and found that they were all nonsense about "Wen Ruoqian will change and we must get the Marquis to promote him".

She tucked the hairpin into her hair bun and looked at herself in the mirror.

In the bronze mirror, Shen Fuhan walked closer and stood behind her.

The faint fragrance of ink wafts gently through the air.

Wen Jiayue said in surprise, "Lord Marquis, you finished your shift very early today."

She hadn't had a chance to eat yet.

Shen Fuhan didn't reply, but looked at Ruyi standing to the side.

"go out."

Wen Jiayue frowned slightly: "Could you please be a little more polite to my maid, Lord Marquis?"

Ruyi was terrified and whispered, "Madam, it's alright."

Seeing that she was scared, Wen Jiayue waved her hand, and Ruyi quickly left.

The door closed, and the inner room was deathly silent.

Shen Fuhan broke the silence: "I have something to ask you."

"You ask."

Wen Jiayue appeared calm on the surface, but her heart was in turmoil.

Shen Fu's cold face is the most frightening. His aura is extremely low, and waves of coldness surge through him, making people feel afraid.

She couldn't help but wonder if he knew about her drinking the contraceptive soup.

Wen Jiayue clenched her fingers, and even her breathing became shallow.

Unexpectedly, he asked, "Why did we sleep in separate rooms last night? What were you worried about?"

He paused, then continued, "Are you worried... that I'm forcing you?"