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

The chopsticks were raised halfway in the air when they suddenly stopped.

Wen Jiayue continued calmly, saying softly, "Does it matter what I think?"

Does he change if she says he's cold and heartless?

He was born this way, keeping people at arm's length and treating everyone with the same indifference and aloofness.

She had also tried to change him and gain a place in his heart, but what was the result?

Even when his heart stopped beating, she couldn't warm it up.

Filled with irritability, Wen Jiayue lost her appetite and stood up, saying, "I'm full, please enjoy your meal, my lord."

She took Zhaozhao out of the cradle and went to the yard.

Ruyi, who was waiting outside, noticed that her mistress's expression was not quite right and asked in a low voice, "Has Madam finished eating?"

"I'm not hungry."

Wen Jiayue wanted Zhaozhao to play in the snow for a while, but the wind was a bit strong outside, so she went to the side room.

The wet nurse came out when she heard the commotion and took Zhaozhao in both hands.

Wen Jiayue came out of the side room and took a walk around the courtyard.

Ruyi advised, "It's freezing cold, Madam, you should go back inside and rest."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and said, "I don't want to see him. I'll sleep with Zhaozhao tonight."

Ruyi asked anxiously, "What's wrong with Madam?"

Wen Jiayue glanced at her, hesitated, but ultimately didn't say a word.

Let bygones be bygones.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, her gloom gradually dissipated, and Wen Jiayue prepared to go to the side room.

Just as he stepped onto the veranda, the bedroom door opened, and Shen Fuhan stood quietly to the side.

Wen Jiayue didn't even glance at him, and walked straight into the side room without looking to the side.

The next moment, Shen Fuhan followed.

"Do you want to see Zhaozhao one more time?" he said calmly. "I'll go with you."

"I'll sleep with Zhaozhao tonight."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, and the strange dream came to mind.

He frowned and immediately refused: "No."

Wen Jiayue looked at him with a puzzled expression. Did he really mean it was impossible just because he said no?

She pushed open the door and was about to go in when suddenly the world spun around her, and Shen Fuhan picked her up in his arms.

Wen Jiayue was stunned for a moment: "You..."

Shen Fuhan said nothing and steadily carried her into the bedroom.

Ruyi watched the whole thing, stunned. She covered her mouth with both hands, desperately suppressing the scream that was about to burst out of her throat.

What... what's going on here?

Shen Fuhan slammed the door shut and carried Wen Jiayue to the bed.

The candlelight was warm, but the air around him was extremely oppressive, making him intimidating.

Wen Jiayue instinctively felt afraid and cautiously shrank into a corner.

Shen Fuhan looks like a slender scholar, but he is actually muscular and extremely strong.

She was no match for him.

Although I knew he wouldn't force me, fear was in my nature.

Lost in thought, Shen Fuhan spoke up: "I must sleep here."

His voice sounded devoid of warmth, and Wen Jiayue tried her best to comfort him, quickly agreeing.

"Okay, I'll sleep here. May I go wash up?"

Shen Fuhan didn't speak, but picked up the pastries on the table, which Wen Jiayue had bought from Yuan Ji today.

He lowered his eyes, untied the string, and handed her the snack.

Wen Jiayue took it blankly.

Did she misunderstand? Was he trying to force her?

Shen Fuhan asked, "Don't you want to eat?"

“No,” Wen Jiayue bit her lip, “I really don’t understand what you’re doing.”

Outside of the bedroom, Shen Fuhan never overstepped the bounds.

But just now, in front of everyone, he picked her up and carried her horizontally.

This is not the Shen Fuhan she knows.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment before speaking: "If I don't do this, you will go and sleep with Zhaozhao."

Wen Jiayue was amused and annoyed by his explanation, and asked, "Why do you insist that I accompany you?"

"I..." have nightmares.

Shen Fuhan opened his mouth, but couldn't utter the second half of his sentence.

He changed the subject, saying, "You should eat something first."

Wen Jiayue took a deep breath, feeling like he was driving her crazy.

Knowing that he wouldn't tell her even if she asked a hundred times, she didn't waste her breath and took a big bite of the lily cake.

Seeing that she had eaten, he turned and went to the bathroom.

Wen Jiayue had just eaten two pastries when Shen Fuhan returned.

Seeing that she was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief without making a sound, sat down next to her, and casually picked up a book.

Wen Jiayue glanced at the pastries in her hand and handed them to Shen Fuhan.

He looked up at him.

Wen Jiayue asked, "Do you want to eat?"

If he refused to eat, she would stuff it into his mouth, always trying to annoy him a little so she could feel a bit at peace.

Unexpectedly, Shen Fuhan only paused for a moment before reaching out to take it and putting it in his mouth.

Wen Jiayue: "...?"

It's not what she expected.

She handed him another one, which Shen Fuhan also ate.

Wen Jiayue asked suspiciously, "Did you not eat enough, or did you not rinse your mouth just now?"

"I'm full, and I've rinsed my mouth."

"Then why are you still..."

Shen Fuhan didn't answer. Seeing that she wasn't feeding him anymore, he went to the washroom.

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips; Shen Fuhan was indeed extraordinary.

The two washed and dressed separately, each with their own quilt, and lay quietly on the canopy bed.

Seeing that he made no further moves and lay there obediently, Wen Jiayue's tense body immediately relaxed a little.

She tried to negotiate with him: "If I want to sleep with Zhaozhao again, please don't stop me, my lord."

"Why?"

“There’s no reason,” Wen Jiayue said, frowning. “I just want to sleep with Zhaozhao.”

"I do not want."

Wen Jiayue ignored his words and continued, "It will be nice when Zhaozhao is a little older, then she can sleep here."

Shen Fuhan was silent for a moment, then asked, "How old are you?"

"Six months old."

Shen Fuhan immediately refused: "No way."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips, unyielding: "I've already made up my mind."

A gust of wind blows past my side, and I feel a weight on my body.

Shen Fuhan pressed down on her blanket, his hands on either side, looking at her with a displeased expression.

Even with a blanket between them, this posture was still too forceful and intimate.

Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly realized that she shouldn't have brought up this topic so late at night.

Shen Fuhan asked, enunciating each word clearly, "Will we not have sex anymore?"

His question was too direct, and his eyes were burning with fire; it was unclear whether it was passion or anger that was burning within them.

Wen Jiayue turned her face away, not daring to look at him.

"I just want to sleep with Zhaozhao."

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "I just wanted to sleep with you."

This time it was Wen Jiayue's turn to ask, "Why?"

If he were only after her body, he wouldn't have said such calm words.

After pondering for a long time, Shen Fuhan finally spoke: "I had a dream the night before last."

Wen Jiayue frowned slightly. Was it all because of a dream?

"I dreamt of a portrait of you. Your eyes were closed and there was a smudge of ink at the corner of your mouth."

After a pause, Shen Fuhan added, "There seem to be osmanthus trees around here as well."

Today he drew the portrait from his dream, but he felt something was missing.

He finally remembered that a tree of osmanthus was missing, but he wasn't quite sure if it was.

Wen Jiayue's breathing stopped.

For some reason, she recalled the scene before she died in her previous life.

Before she closed her eyes, there was blood at the corner of her mouth, and the image she saw was of osmanthus flowers.

Why would Shen Fuhan dream of this?