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

As expected, Shen Fuhan didn't return all day.

As dusk fell, Wen Jiayue washed up and prepared to sleep in the side room.

Holding the soft and cuddly Zhao Zhao, she couldn't help but kiss her several times.

After playing with her daughter for a while, she felt sleepy and fell asleep comfortably.

Meanwhile, Shen Fuhan was extremely busy at the Dali Temple.

He returned to the Marquis's residence only after the third watch of the night struck.

Upon entering the bedroom, he pushed open the door, making his footsteps even quieter, and slowly walked to the bedside.

The two quilts were folded neatly and placed at the foot of the bed.

Wen Jiayue, who should have been sleeping peacefully here, was nowhere to be found.

Shen Fuhan remained silent for a moment, then left the bedroom and headed towards the side room.

He stopped in front of the door, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed it open.

Outside, Ruyi woke up with a start, thinking she had been robbed. Just as she was about to shout, Shen Fuhan spoke up in time: "It's me."

Ruyi breathed a sigh of relief and asked softly, "Why did the Marquis come over?"

Shen Fuhan did not answer and walked into the inner room.

Wen Jiayue was indeed there, fast asleep, holding Zhao Zhao.

He picked her up horizontally, and the person in his arms let out a soft moan, as if sensing the coldness around him, and couldn't help but try to pull away.

Shen Fuhan held her even tighter as they walked back to the bedroom.

After settling the person on the bed, he went into the washroom.

When I returned, the blanket was bulging, and Wen Jiayue was curled up in the blanket, with half of her face showing, looking exceptionally cute.

He lifted a corner and lay down inside. Before he could hug her, she felt the warmth and moved closer to him, hugging him tightly.

Her hand rested on her waist; it was very soft.

It was just a thought, but then something changed beneath him. He sighed softly, still not wanting to pay attention to it.

But the overwhelming emotions he felt made it hard for him to control himself, and before he knew it, he had grasped Wen Jiayue's hand.

Her hands were beautiful, with long, slender fingers, as delicate as scallions, like a finely carved piece of jade.

He was in her hands, his life and death were decided by her.

In the final moments, he couldn't suppress a muffled groan and kissed her lips.

As dawn broke, Wen Jiayue opened her eyes.

Instead of her sweet and soft daughter, what met her eyes was the familiar furnishings of the inner room.

She was stunned for a moment, then sat up abruptly. How did she end up sleeping here!

Wen Jiayue reached out to shake the bell, but her arm inexplicably felt weak, and she missed the bell that was so close to her.

She looked at her hands and wondered incredulously, "Did I go numb from pressing them last night?"

Ruyi came in when she heard the noise, and before she could ask, she explained, "Madam, it was the Marquis who carried you back last night."

Upon hearing this, Wen Jiayue stopped paying attention to her hands and frowned, asking, "When did he get back?"

"It seemed to be after midnight," Ruyi said embarrassedly. "At first, I mistook the Marquis for a thief and almost shouted it out."

Wen Jiayue sighed: "You might as well just shout it out."

That way she would wake up and wouldn't be helplessly carried back by Shen Fuhan.

It's strange, given how she knows him, he shouldn't do such a thing.

But since things have come to this, we can only think of other solutions.

But if Shen Fuhan could even carry her back home in the middle of the night, what other way could she possibly come up with to sleep in separate rooms?

Wen Jiayue hadn't held out much hope, but unexpectedly, a glimmer of hope appeared.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, she looked at the dowry left by her birth mother and suddenly had an idea.

She could stay at the Wen residence for a few days. The Wen residence is so far from the Dali Temple, and Shen Fuhan is busy these days, so he definitely won't come along.

However, returning to the Wen residence... Wen Jiayue pursed her lips; she didn't want to go back.

The thought of the Wen family's faces made her want to vomit.

But the case will be solved soon, and she doesn't have much time left. If she doesn't seize the opportunity, what other excuses can she come up with?

Between the two, Shen Fuhan's dream is more important; there might be unexpected surprises.

As evening approached, Wen Jiayue finally set off for the Wen residence.

The Wen family was caught off guard by her sudden visit and quickly welcomed her in.

Zhang asked, "Why is the moon here at this time?"

Wen Jiayue tried her best to keep smiling: "My lord has been busy lately, so I thought I'd come back and stay for a few days."

She then added, "But let me make this clear: I don't want to hear anything about Wen Ruoqian. If my parents bring it up, don't blame me for turning my back on them."

Wen's father and Zhang's mother exchanged a glance, swallowing back all the words they wanted to say.

Unexpectedly, because of Wen Ruoqian's frequenting of brothels, Wen Jiayue became increasingly rude to them.

But they didn't dare say anything, they could only try their best to appease her and wait for her to calm down.

It's not too late to bring it up again after we've appeased her for the next few days.

They only have one son. If they don't plan for him, who else can they plan for?

Zhang hurriedly said, "Don't mention it, don't mention it! I had completely forgotten about it if you hadn't brought it up!"

Wen Ruohuan stepped forward and said, "Sister, please take a look at my face and see if I have any scars."

Wen Jiayue glanced at it and shook her head.

Her wound was already inconspicuous, and now it's almost invisible.

That wasn't what Wen Ruohuan really wanted to ask. She asked casually, "Just now, you said that your husband was busy. Is he busy with the case of the Vice Minister of Revenue?"

Wen Jiayue nodded perfunctorily and lowered her head to drink her tea.

“Brother-in-law must be working very hard,” Wen Ruohuan sighed. “Sister, when you get back, you must take good care of him.”

“Of course,” Wen Jiayue put down her teacup and asked with a half-smile, “Otherwise, would you take care of it?”

Wen Ruohuan was stunned for a moment, almost nodded, then quickly shook her head.

"Sister, that's not what I meant. Why are you making fun of me?"

Wen Jiayue asked calmly, "It was just a joke, why are you so nervous?"

Seeing that her daughter was struggling, Zhang quickly said, "You must be hungry after such a long journey. Let's go have a meal first."

Wen Jiayue didn't want to eat. She didn't dare to think about how many things would happen to her during the meal with the Wen family.

She declined, saying, "I've already eaten and I'm a little sleepy. I'd like to go back to my room and rest."

Zhang tried to persuade her a few more times, but seeing that she still insisted, he had no choice but to give up.

Back in her room, Wen Jiayue washed up and prepared to go to sleep.

Ruyi hesitated before asking, "Madam, do you think the Marquis will come over tonight?"

“No,” Wen Jiayue said firmly, “He’s too far away to come.”

She came to the Wen family to avoid him. If he really came, then what was the point of her coming here?

“This servant thinks it’s hard to say,” Ruyi clicked her tongue in amazement. “The Marquis has been paying a lot of attention to you lately, so he might really come.”

Wen Jiayue paused for a moment, then asked with amusement, "Caring? How did you figure that out?"

“This servant cannot give an example, but,” Ruyi said mysteriously, “this matter can only be understood intuitively, not explained in words.”

Wen Jiayue smiled and took her words as a joke.

She had the same feeling in her past life, but it turned out to be just wishful thinking on her part.

"Go to sleep," Wen Jiayue tapped her head, "You're already dreaming."

She was certain that Shen Fuhan wouldn't come.

As midnight arrived, Wen Jiayue was fast asleep.

Outside the Wen residence, Shen Fuhan dismounted.