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

Wen Jiayue's expression suddenly relaxed.

She thought it was something big, but it turned out to be just a trivial matter.

“I didn’t think that way,” Wen Jiayue explained. “I just wanted to sleep with Zhaozhao, that’s all.”

She always knew that Shen Fuhan was a gentleman and that he would not force her to share a room with him.

However, he was driven by desires, and rather than making excuses to refuse each time, he preferred to use physical discomfort as an excuse to get a few months of peace and quiet.

She thought he would see through her lame excuse, but to her surprise, he believed it immediately.

Last night wasn't an excuse, but he didn't believe it.

Wen Jiayue really couldn't understand him.

"Is that really all there is to it?" Shen Fuhan frowned.

"real."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Shen Fuhan asked, "Where are you sleeping tonight?"

Wen Jiayue choked for a moment before answering, "I'll sleep here."

As if afraid she would change her mind, Shen Fuhan told her to wash up right after dinner.

Wen Jiayue didn't want him to get his wish so quickly: "I'll go see Zhaozhao first."

Shen Fuhan said with a displeased expression, "I'll carry her over."

Before Wen Jiayue could stop him, he went out the door and quickly carried Zhaozhao into the inner room.

Zhao Zhao went to bed early today. Her long eyelashes were a little damp, making them look even thicker. They covered her eyelids, and she was smacking her lips, as if she were nursing.

Wen Jiayue said helplessly, "If she wakes up, you'll have to coax her yourself."

Shen Fuhan carefully carried Zhaozhao and placed her on the couch. Seeing that she was still sleeping peacefully, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Faced with a little one who was already fast asleep, Wen Jiayue didn't want to tease her. She touched her smooth little face and then went to wash up.

When I came out of the washroom, Zhao Zhao was gone.

Shen Fuhan explained, "Now that you've seen her, I'll carry her out."

Wen Jiayue frowned and said, "Don't torment Zhaozhao like this anymore. Are you even his biological father?"

Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "Okay."

He paused, then asked, "Am I not?"

Wen Jiayue: "..."

She ignored him and crawled into bed.

Shen Fuhan soon followed, lying down inside, still damp from the water.

Each person has their own blanket, so they don't disturb each other.

Wen Jiayue covered her mouth and yawned. Just as she was about to close her eyes, Shen Fuhan suddenly spoke.

"You said yesterday that you would often go out of the manor for leisure. Where would you like to go?"

Wen Jiayue replied ambiguously, "Just wandering around. My fourth brother told me about a lot of fun places, and I'm planning to check them all out."

Shen Fuhan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Fourth brother? When did he say that?"

The blanket was pulled up quite high, so half of his voice was muffled under the covers, making it sound exceptionally mellow and harmless.

Wen Jiayue then became much more relaxed and casually said, "He talked to me all the way before he went to Jinzhou."

After thinking for a moment, she said, "After I brought my fourth brother back, I went to a pastry shop he recommended. It was really delicious, and I plan to go there again tomorrow."

The shop wasn't far from the Yun residence, and with her love for snacks as an excuse, she could often go to the neighborhood for a stroll.

Once she gets to know Miss Yun, even if Shen Fuhan suspects something and has ulterior motives, she can use this as an excuse—

She and Miss Yun only met by chance; who could have imagined anything more?

Shen Fuhan asked, "What kind of pastry shop?"

Seeing his interest, Wen Jiayue asked, "Does Your Excellency also enjoy snacks?"

Thinking about it carefully, it seems he doesn't like to eat. In all the years they've been married, she's never seen him eat a single piece on his own initiative.

She always gave him whichever dessert she thought was delicious.

However, he never refused; once it was handed to him, he would finish it.

Perhaps it's because they feel embarrassed that a grown man likes to eat sweets?

"It's nothing special," Shen Fuhan said calmly. "I just wanted to ask which company you belong to."

Wen Jiayue then said, "Yuan Ji in Jinyu Lane is quite far from our Marquis's residence."

"You traveled all this way just for a pastry?"

Shen Fuhan's expression seemed somewhat incomprehensible.

Wen Jiayue explained, "If you like it, you won't feel it's far away."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment: "Why?"

Wen Jiayue thought for a moment and gave an example.

"Just like how the Marquis enjoys investigating cases, if you knew that key evidence was waiting for you to investigate at the border, would you think the journey to the border was too long?"

"meeting."

"..."

Wen Jiayue suddenly realized that she had talked too much nonsense tonight; he was simply a monster without any emotions.

She sighed deeply, "Never mind, I'm going to sleep now."

“…Okay,” Shen Fuhan paused, “but the border is really far away, it will take at least a month to go there and back.”

Wen Jiayue said "Oh," yawned, and her breathing quickly became even.

Under the cold moonlight, Shen Fuhan gazed at her peacefully sleeping face.

She has a gentle and quiet appearance, and looks even softer when she is asleep, like water, like moonlight, with a luminous glow.

It looks just like the painting he dreamed about last night.

In his dream, he seemed to be on his deathbed, using his last strength to open a long-treasured box.

It's a painting of her.

Oval face, arched eyebrows, upturned nose, cherry lips.

For some reason, her eyes were closed, and there was a smear of ink at the corner of her mouth. It was unclear whether it was an accidental smear of thick ink or something she had deliberately drawn on.

In her dream, he stroked her face and murmured many words.

He couldn't hear clearly, and witnessed everything like an observer, finally calmly watching himself close his eyes forever.

He was calm and composed in his dream, but felt inexplicably lost after waking up.

However, it was just a dream.

He didn't think much of it and went to the Dali Temple as usual in the early morning to handle all the matters that needed his attention.

But this strange dream kept popping into his head, making him restless all day.

Is it because they're afraid of dying?

No, he's not afraid.

Is it because this dream is ominous?

No, he never believed that dreams could predict good or bad fortune.

After thinking about it all day, only one possibility remains.

In his dream, Wen Jiayue was just a painting; she wasn't by his side.

He thought it must be because they didn't sleep together last night.

So he came back as soon as he was off duty today and asked her where she was sleeping.

He thought that if they slept together, perhaps he wouldn't have these dreams anymore.

Shen Fuhan reached out, his index finger brushing against the corner of her lips, then slowly moved down, pulling Wen Jiayue into his arms.

Early in the morning, Shen Fuhan opened his eyes on time.

Just as he had expected, he slept soundly last night.