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

Shen Fuhan frowned as he looked at Wen Jiayue.

"Why is he personally taking care of so many servants in the main courtyard?"

His tone already carried a hint of displeasure, so Wen Jiayue bit her lip, not wanting to provoke him further.

She said softly, "Because we are Zhaozhao's parents, I don't trust anyone but the two of us."

Shen Fuhan didn't speak, but just looked at her calmly.

Wen Jiayue was somewhat afraid to meet his gaze; she continued staring at the fish soup.

“Zhao Zhao is my own flesh and blood, I love her dearly, and I only want to take care of her myself. Lord Marquis is Zhao Zhao’s father, don’t you want to take care of her?”

Shen Fuhan finally spoke up: "Is this the real reason?"

Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat, but she pretended to be calm and raised her eyes: "Your Excellency doesn't believe me?"

“No,” Shen Fuhan picked up his chopsticks, “Let’s eat first.”

Wen Jiayue knew he needed to think things through, so she didn't urge him any further.

No matter what he chooses, her decision will not change.

In this lifetime, she will never let Zhaozhao suffer even the slightest harm again.

After having her meal, Wen Jiayue washed up and lay back on the bed.

Zhao Zhao had already woken up, quietly blinking her big eyes, occasionally opening her mouth wide to utter a few meaningless sounds.

Wen Jiayue gazed tenderly at her daughter's little face, growing more and more fond of her with each look.

Shen Fuhan suddenly stood by the bed, blocking the candlelight, forcing Wen Jiayue to look up at him.

"Has Your Excellency made up your mind?"

The tenderness in her eyes had not yet faded, and her gaze towards him was filled with obvious love.

Not to him, but to Zhaozhao.

Shen Fuhan looked down at his daughter and said calmly, "I will try to mediate with my grandmother, but the wet nurse has done nothing wrong, so I can't guarantee it will work."

Wen Jiayue never expected that after thinking for so long, he would come up with such a solution.

"You mean, until you successfully persuade her, you still want the wet nurse to take care of Zhaozhao?"

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly.

"How long will it take, a month or a year?" Wen Jiayue laughed in exasperation. "Are you planning to drag this out indefinitely?"

Her tone was somewhat aggressive, and Shen Fuhan frowned.

"It's not a good day to talk about these things. Let's go to sleep."

Wen Jiayue took a deep breath.

In her past life, she had never argued with Shen Fuhan and always went along with him. She never knew that arguing with him could be so infuriating.

Who stops arguing halfway through?!

She raised her voice and said, "You're not sleeping tonight until you explain yourself!"

Shen Fuhan remained calm: "You're still in your postpartum period, so it's not good for you to get angry. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Wen Jiayue was even angrier: "If you just went along with me, why would I be so angry?"

Shen Fuhan didn't argue with her anymore, but suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Wen Jiayue was startled and instinctively tried to shake him off.

"what you do!"

Shen Fuhan's eyes turned slightly cold, and he gripped his fist even tighter.

Wen Jiayue couldn't break free; he used tremendous force, causing her to gasp in pain.

Shen Fuhan paused, loosened his grip slightly, and, to make sure she wouldn't move again, placed two fingers on her pulse.

“Your Qi and blood are insufficient, and your liver fire is excessive,” he said in a low voice. “Don’t get angry anymore.”

Wen Jiayue pulled her hand back, shook her aching wrist, and looked closely. On her fair wrist, the red finger marks were particularly obvious.

Shen Fuhan's eyes darkened.

It was just like those nights when he held her fidgeting hand, leaving marks on it.

He subtly shifted his gaze.

Wen Jiayue pulled down her sleeves, feeling annoyed.

In an instant, the baby's cries rang out.

As if she knew that her father and mother were having a fight, Zhao Zhao, who had always been well-behaved and quiet, suddenly burst into tears.

Wen Jiayue quickly picked her up and gently coaxed her.

"Zhao Zhao, be good, Zhao Zhao, it's okay, Mommy's here, don't be afraid."

After trying to comfort her for a while, Zhao Zhao still kept crying.

Shen Fuhan extended his hand: "I'll do it."

Wen Jiayue's arms were sore, but seeing that he was offering to coax the child, she handed him the baby.

Strangely enough, Shen Fuhan only held Zhaozhao and shook her a few times, and the crying subsided.

Wen Jiayue couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

In her past life, Zhao Zhao also had a special fondness for Shen Fuhan.

Although Zhao Zhao never mentions him when she can't see him, she clings to him whenever he returns to the manor.

But it wasn't the clingy kind that wanted a hug; instead, it followed him like a little tail, looking curious and adoring.

Wen Jiayue originally thought that it was only natural for a daughter to like her father, and it didn't matter if she, as the mother, was ranked second.

But right now, all she wants is for her daughter to like her more.

Men are unreliable, not even your own father!

Lost in thought, Shen Fuhan suddenly leaned over and placed Zhaozhao on the bed.

He said calmly, "I'm going to take a shower. You should go to sleep first."

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Wen Jiayue slowly crawled into bed, preparing to drift off to sleep, when she suddenly remembered something.

She forced herself to wake up, and soon after, she finally saw Shen Fuhan come out of the bathroom.

Through the screen, Wen Jiayue instructed, "Remember to wake me up tonight."

Hearing Shen Fuhan respond, Wen Jiayue finally felt relieved and fell asleep.

Another good night's sleep.

Opening her eyes, Wen Jiayue took a deep breath. How could he lie to her again!

Turning her head, she saw that Shen Fuhan was still there, reminding her that today was a day off.

He was leaning against the edge of the bed reading a book, silently turning a page.

The warm light fell on his face, making his cold, hard features seem to soften a bit.

Seemingly noticing her gaze, Shen Fuhan looked at her.

Wen Jiayue subconsciously avoided his gaze and asked, "Why didn't you call me tonight?"

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "I called you, but you didn't wake up."

Wen Jiayue mustered her courage and asked, "Then... how do you feed Zhaozhao?"

Shen Fuhan closed the book and asked in return, "Do you really want to know?"