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

Could this dream be a coincidence?

Did Shen Fuhan dream about his past life?

Wen Jiayue didn't want to believe it, but she had already been reborn, so what was impossible in this world?

Her heart was beating a little fast. If she went to sleep somewhere else, would Shen Fuhan continue to dream about her past life?

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue suggested, "My lord, why don't I sleep in the side room? Maybe you'll dream about something else."

Shen Fuhan frowned, locking his gaze in the darkness, scrutinizing her.

"Are you so interested in this dream?"

Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat, but she nodded calmly: "I find it quite interesting that I have nightmares when we sleep in separate rooms."

She didn't avoid answering, only saying that she was interested.

Shen Fuhan stared at her for a moment, then straightened up and returned to his seat.

"Go to sleep."

Wen Jiayue was taken aback: "Why won't you agree, Lord Marquis?"

Shen Fuhan said coldly, "I'm not interested in this dream."

Wen Jiayue thought for a moment and said, "I understand, are you afraid of having nightmares?"

Shen Fuhan has always been calm and composed; she has never seen Shen Fuhan afraid of anything.

His refusal was so decisive and clean, perhaps because he was truly afraid of having nightmares.

Shen Fuhan asked, "If I say yes, will you give up the idea?"

Seeing that he was really unwilling, Wen Jiayue prepared to take a delaying tactic.

There will always be opportunities to sleep in separate rooms; it doesn't have to be tonight.

Wen Jiayue stopped dwelling on it and pretended not to care, saying, "Forget it, it's so cold, I'm too lazy to make the trip. Let's go to sleep."

"No sleep allowed."

Wen Jiayue covered her mouth and yawned, then asked, "Is there anything else?"

"I won't allow Zhaozhao to sleep here after she's six months old," Shen Fuhan looked at her.

Wen Jiayue frowned slightly: "But I really want to sleep with Zhaozhao."

Shen Fuhan conceded a step: "We can let her come over to sleep occasionally."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips. She knew what he meant; he simply didn't want Zhaozhao to sleep here on the day they made love.

But her main purpose in having Zhaozhao sleep with her was to refuse to have sex with her.

But arguing about it now won't lead to anything; Zhao Zhao is still three months away from being six months old.

The most urgent thing is to figure out how to sleep in a separate room from Shen Fuhan and see if he continues to have dreams about his past life.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue said, "Let's talk about it later, I'm a little sleepy."

Seeing that she did not object, Shen Fuhan did not bring it up again.

After she fell asleep, he pulled her into his arms again and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day was a day off, and Wen Jiayue woke up in Shen Fuhan's arms.

She sighed; she was almost used to it.

She just didn't understand why, even though there were two blankets before she went to sleep, she always ended up sleeping with him after waking up.

She tried to pull away, but Shen Fuhan held her tighter and tighter, making it impossible for her to move.

Wen Jiayue struggled even harder: "Let me go."

"do not move."

Shen Fuhan buried his face in her neck and took a breath, his voice a little hoarse.

Wen Jiayue was stunned for a moment, and finally noticed his change.

He had done this before; during the four years of his marriage, he would do it every few days.

But he always endured it, even on his days off.

Wen Jiayue thought it was because he didn't want to indulge in debauchery during the day, so he always restrained himself.

She didn't move, waiting for him to calm down on his own, but...

This time he seemed particularly agitated; a quarter of an hour passed without any change, in fact, he became even more...

Wen Jiayue wanted to get away from him, but the slightest movement only made him cling to her even more tightly, never leaving her side.

"Don't move," Shen Fuhan couldn't help but nuzzle her neck. "It'll be over in a bit."

He was becoming increasingly dangerous. Wen Jiayue swallowed hard and suggested, "Why don't I go out first?"

No matter what, she would never agree to help him.

His eyes, slightly glazed with emotion, gazed intently at her.

"……it is good."

After a moment, Wen Jiayue left without looking back.

Ruyi, who was guarding outside the door, was surprised to see that the lady was already dressed and asked, "Why didn't you call me in to serve you, Madam?"

Wen Jiayue changed the subject, asking, "Is Zhaozhao awake?"

"Miss has been awake for a while now."

"I gonna go see."

As the voices of the master and servant faded into the distance, Shen Fuhan still ignored the aching spot, almost to the point of self-torture.

He stared at the top of the tent and wondered silently, was it because he didn't want to drink another dose of the contraceptive soup?

Or... do you not want to be with him?

After seeing Zhao Zhao, Wen Jiayue went to have breakfast.

Halfway through the meal, Shen Fuhan came over.

His expression didn't look relaxed at all; on the contrary, he looked even more depressed, as if someone owed him eight hundred taels of silver.

The maids standing to the side subconsciously took a few steps back, afraid of accidentally offending the Marquis.

Wen Jiayue also found it strange; shouldn't he be feeling relieved right now?

However, since it was none of her business, she didn't think much of it and continued eating.

The two ate their meal in silence. Shen Fuhan went to the study, while Wen Jiayue took Zhaozhao to play in the snow in the courtyard.

Ruyi then dared to speak: "My lord, you were truly frightening today. I didn't even dare to breathe loudly just now."

"Don't scare yourself," Wen Jiayue reassured her. "Nothing's wrong."

However, she suddenly realized why Shen Fuhan was so unhappy.

Perhaps it was because he violated the rule against lewdness in broad daylight that his conscience was greatly troubled.

How could the upright and honest Lord Shen tolerate such a thing?

"Ah...ah!"

Zhao Zhao excitedly grabbed the snow, making unintelligible sounds.

Wen Jiayue stopped thinking about Shen Fuhan and focused on playing with her daughter.

A short while later, the front yard suddenly became noisy.

Wen Jiayue paused for a moment, then asked Ruyi to go and take a look.

I also mentally reviewed what happened around this time in my past life.

A short while later, Ruyi rushed back and explained, "It seems that some high-ranking official has been assassinated. I urge you, Lord Marquis, to investigate immediately."

Wen Jiayue had some recollection of this matter; it was that the Vice Minister of Revenue was killed by his son.

The reason was that the Vice Minister of Revenue discovered his son's affair with his concubine. The father and son argued for a long time, and in a fit of anger, the son killed his father.

To conceal the matter, the son and his aunt asked for several days' leave on behalf of the Vice Minister of Revenue. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, the two of them had already fled.

She remembered that it took a lot of effort to track down her son and aunt, which caused Shen Fuhan to come home very late for several days in a row.

Wen Jiayue already knew the truth and didn't take it seriously.

However, she suddenly realized that coming back late was actually a good thing.

She could sleep in the side room without any problem, and given Shen Fuhan's personality, he wouldn't wake her up in the middle of the night to go back to her room.

If he has another nightmare, that would be even better.