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

Wen Jiayue felt a mix of emotions.

She hadn't expected Shen Fuhan to be so persistent, insisting on coming over tonight.

Is it really just a fear of having nightmares?

Suddenly, she remembered what Ruyi had said last night—"The Marquis has been paying much more attention to you lately."

The idea quickly sprouted like a tender bud in my heart.

Wen Jiayue cut it off without hesitation.

impossible.

She had mistakenly believed countless times that Shen Fuhan liked her, but reality dealt her a harsh blow.

This idea is so ridiculous that it should never come up again.

She shouldn't repeat the same mistake.

Wen Jiayue instructed Ruyi to blow out the lamp, and added, "Don't wake me up tonight."

Let Shen Fuhan come if he wants; he has legs, she can't stop him.

If he wants to suffer, then let him suffer. If he catches a cold as a result, she won't take care of him.

Wen Jiayue went to sleep on her own.

She stayed at the Wen residence for three days, and Shen Fuhan also stayed for three days.

Wen Jiayue pretended to be asleep on the first night, but had a good dream on the other two nights. The two shared a bed for three days, but did not exchange a single word.

On the fourth day, Wen Jiayue prepared to return to the Marquis's residence.

Zhang was getting anxious; she hadn't found a suitable opportunity to bring up Wen Ruoqian's matter.

Seeing that she was preparing to leave today, he told the servants to hurry to the academy and call their son back.

I've been treating you to good food and drinks these past few days, you should at least get something in return, right?

Seeing her own brother, she couldn't believe Wen Jiayue's heart could be so hard.

Wen Jiayue naturally guessed Zhang's plan and insisted on leaving despite her attempts to persuade her to stay.

“I’ve been staying at my parents’ house for so long, the old lady must be angry by now,” Wen Jiayue sighed softly. “Mother, please don’t make things difficult for me.”

“It’s just lunch, there’s plenty of time,” Madam Zhang said with a smile. “If the old lady is angry, I will personally plead for her.”

Wen Jiayue said fearfully, "I'm afraid the old lady will punish you as well, so let's just forget about it."

Madam Zhang waved her hand dismissively: "The old lady just gave me a few words of advice, it's nothing. Yue'er, please stay for your meal."

Wen Ruohuan also said, "Yes, sister, I'm not afraid of the old lady either. I'll go with you then."

The mother and daughter refused to let her go no matter what she said, which annoyed Wen Jiayue to no end.

As the situation dragged on and on, and with Wen Ruoqian possibly returning at any moment, she grew anxious.

Just as I was thinking of an excuse, a commotion broke out outside.

Zhang was overjoyed and asked repeatedly, "What happened?"

Wen Jiayue's heart sank. Wen Ruoqian had acted so quickly; now there was no way she could escape.

She wondered if she could just slap Wen Ruoqian and then walk away.

But if she did that, she would have to completely break ties with the Wen family.

She didn't care about the Wen family or anything like that; this place was no longer her home.

But she still hasn't found a few pieces of jewelry.

Moreover, although it is said that a married daughter is like water spilled from a cup, if a daughter really cuts ties with her maternal family, the spittle of the entire city of Chang'an could drown her.

Moreover, the Wen family has not done anything wrong on the surface, so public opinion will definitely be one-sided.

Even if she told others that Wen Ruohuan coveted her brother-in-law, without substantial evidence, who would believe her?

In the eyes of others, she was definitely an unfilial daughter.

Wen Jiayue sighed, knowing she could only endure it for the time being.

"what!"

Zhang's surprised voice brought Wen Jiayue back to her senses.

She looked toward the moon gate, and just then, a handsome and upright figure stepped out.

Bathed in the warm winter sun, Shen Fuhan's face appeared unusually gentle.

Wen Jiayue stared at him in astonishment.

Shen Fuhan looked up at her, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"I've come to take you back to your residence."

"Thank you, my lord... husband," she quickly corrected herself, "has your case been resolved?"

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly and extended his hand to her.

"Let's go."

Wen Jiayue placed her hand on it without hesitation, and he gripped it tightly.

Wen Ruohuan watched this scene, her hands clenched into fists, barely managing to maintain a smile.

Madam Zhang quickly followed, saying, "My lord, you must be tired from your journey. Why don't you have a meal before you go?"

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "No need, Yue'er and I have other things to do."

Zhang dared not persuade him any further and reluctantly followed behind to see the guests off.

Wen Jiayue couldn't help but sigh, Shen Fuhan's words were still the most effective; Zhang Shi didn't dare to say a single word.

Her only worry now is that she might run into Wen Ruoqian before she leaves.

But upon closer reflection, this worry seems unnecessary.

Family scandals should not be aired in public. Although Shen Fuhan is not an outsider, what good would it do him to know about this?

Although... he already knew.

After successfully boarding the carriage, Wen Jiayue said a few perfunctory goodbyes and immediately drew the curtain.

Thinking of something, she asked Ruyi, "Did you bring all those paintings?"

"Don't worry, Madam. I've been thinking about this for a while now and have already brought it with me."

Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief, then heard Shen Fuhan ask, "What painting?"

She explained simply, "These are drawings I made when I was a child."

Shen Fuhan didn't ask any more questions, seemingly uninterested.

Wen Jiayue didn't speak again, and only the rumble of the carriage could be heard in the carriage, the silence continuing to spread.

Being in the same room with Shen Fuhan was torture.

Wen Jiayue lifted the carriage curtain to look at the people coming and going on the street.

Suddenly she caught sight of a woman holding a child, and her gaze followed her until the child disappeared from sight.

I haven't seen Zhaozhao for three days, and I wonder how she is doing.

After returning home, she will stay by her daughter's side.

"Zhao Zhao misses you very much."

The person beside her suddenly spoke, and Wen Jiayue was taken aback: "What?"

“Zhao Zhao misses you very much,” Shen Fuhan repeated. “She has been crying a lot these past few days, but she stops crying as soon as she enters the bedroom, probably because of your presence.”

His tone was almost monotone, but Wen Jiayue felt heartbroken listening to him.

After three days of turmoil, not only did Shen Fuhan not have any dreams, but he also made Zhaozhao sad.

If she had known this would happen, she would have come back the day before yesterday. Why did she have to go through all this trouble?

Back at the Marquis's residence, Wen Jiayue spent a good time with her daughter.

Zhao Zhao also became unusually clingy, only wanting to be held by her after seeing her, and no amount of coaxing from anyone else could change that.

Wen Jiayue held him all day; although she was tired, she was overjoyed.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, she suggested, "Zhaozhao can't live without me, otherwise I'd like tonight..."

"No."

Shen Fuhan refused before she could finish speaking.

"What if Zhaozhao cries at night? No one but me can soothe her."

Wen Jiayue was exceptionally confident; Zhao Zhao's dependence on her was obvious to all, and she wasn't lying.

Shen Fuhan was silent for a moment, then said, "We'll talk about it tonight."

Wen Jiayue went with him.

With everything in the right place at the right time, it would be difficult for her not to sleep with Zhao Zhao.