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

Wen Jiayue even ate dinner while holding Zhaozhao.

Shen Fuhan frowned and said, "You should hand Zhaozhao over to the wet nurse to take care of her first. How will she eat like this?"

“All she wants right now is to stay in my arms,” Wen Jiayue said. “Try holding her if you don’t believe me.”

Shen Fuhan reached out his hand, and Zhaozhao glanced at it before immediately turning her face away.

Wen Jiayue smiled and kissed her.

Although I was tired, the feeling of being completely trusted and relied upon by my daughter was wonderful.

It's sweet torture.

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything more.

Wen Jiayue had something to say: "If I hand Zhaozhao over to someone else, she will definitely cry. The Marquis doesn't want to see Zhaozhao crying all night, does he?"

Shen Fuhan nodded.

"So I'll sleep with Zhaozhao tonight, so she won't cry if she can't see me."

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything and continued eating.

Wen Jiayue thought he had compromised and was secretly delighted.

"My lord, if you have the same dream again tonight, you must tell me."

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that the dream was connected to her past life.

Shen Fuhan asked calmly, "So curious?"

“I think it’s quite interesting,” Wen Jiayue said. “Don’t you think so?”

"I don't think so. Dreams are all fake."

Wen Jiayue pointed out incisively, "Then what's wrong with having the same dream again? What is the Marquis afraid of?"

“I’m not afraid,” Shen Fuhan looked up at her, “I just feel it’s unnecessary.”

"Is that so?" Wen Jiayue curled her lips. "If the Marquis is truly not afraid, why does he come to the Wen residence every day?"

Shen Fuhan explained calmly, "I'm just not used to sleeping alone."

Wen Jiayue immediately said, "It's not like you haven't voluntarily gone to sleep in the study before."

She still remembered the day she drank the contraceptive soup; Shen Fuhan went to sleep in the study.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then explained, "Some things are urgent and must be dealt with promptly."

Wen Jiayue pressed further, "Isn't this case urgent enough?"

Shen Fuhan avoided her gaze, looking somewhat at a loss.

Is it really that hard to admit you're afraid of having nightmares?

“I’m not afraid…” Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, “Fine, you can think that way if you want.”

What does "you can think that way" mean?

He's clearly afraid of having nightmares.

Wen Jiayue snorted inwardly, "Stubborn as a mule."

After dinner, Wen Jiayue continued to play with her daughter.

She picked up a rattle and started spinning it, and Zhao Zhao watched intently.

Shen Fuhan sat to the side with a book in his hand, but his gaze wasn't on the book; he kept watching the mother and daughter play.

The drumbeats were cheerful, Zhao Zhao giggled, and Wen Jiayue's hands spun faster and faster.

Just like that night, when he held her hand and slid it up and down.

Shen Fuhan lowered his eyes, not letting his thoughts wander.

His gaze finally fell on the book, and he randomly turned to a page, forcing himself to continue reading.

Before he knew it, the cheerful drumbeats gradually slowed down. Shen Fuhan looked up and put the book down.

"Let me do it."

Wen Jiayue was also a little tired, so she handed him the rattle drum.

Shen Fuhan fiddled with the rattle drum rather clumsily, producing a dull, hesitant sound.

Zhao Zhao stopped laughing and tilted her head to stare at the rattle drum.

Wen Jiayue couldn't stand it anymore and had to give some pointers: "You need to swing faster."

Shen Fuhan shook the rattle drum from side to side with his hand and asked, "Like this?"

"Use your wrist."

Shen Fuhan did as instructed, but his performance was still unsatisfactory.

Wen Jiayue sighed. Wasn't he the top scholar? How come he can't even play with a rattle drum?

She had no choice but to reach out and grasp his wrist, placing her thumb on his pulse point, and instructing him to exert force.

Shen Fuhan appeared to be learning diligently, but his gaze remained fixed on the clasped hands.

Her hands were small, soft, and delicate, just enough to encircle his wrist. Her pink and white fingertips pressed against the blue veins, reminding him once again of that night.

Before his thoughts turned to something more romantic, Shen Fuhan pulled his hand away from hers.

He restrained himself and said, "I understand."

Wen Jiayue was stunned for a moment before realizing that she had actually started doing it herself in order to teach him.

Judging from his expression, it was as if she had taken a huge advantage of him.

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips tightly. Heaven and earth could bear witness that she was truly only trying to teach him!

But further explanation would be useless, and might even make him feel that you're trying to cover something up.

Wen Jiayue secretly glared at him. What a crazy man!

Caught by her charmingly coquettish expression out of the corner of his eye, Shen Fuhan smiled slightly.

After playing for a while, seeing that Zhao Zhao was not very interested, Shen Fuhan replaced the rattle drum with a cloth tiger.

Seeing that he was going to continue playing with his daughter, Wen Jiayue asked curiously, "Isn't Your Excellency going to the study tonight?"

"Don't go."

He raised his arm and lifted the cloth tiger high, and Zhao Zhao looked up to see it.

He lowered the cloth tiger, and Zhao Zhao immediately lowered her head.

He stretched out his hand, and Zhao Zhao reached out to grab it.

In short, wherever Cloth Tiger is, that's where her gaze follows.

Wen Jiayue always felt that he was teasing the cat, but she had no proof.

After Zhao Zhao had had her fill of playing with the cloth tiger, Shen Fuhan switched to the nine-linked rings.

Wen Jiayue: "..."

She said sincerely, "Zhaozhao is too young to untie it."

Even if someone is a child prodigy, it's not obvious until they're at least a year old, right?

What can a baby who is only a few months old know?

"I didn't expect her to untie it."

Shen Fuhan handed one end of the nine-linked rings to Zhaozhao, and seeing that she gripped it tightly, he pulled it toward himself.

Seeing that he was about to snatch it away, Zhao Zhao was not happy. She cried out "Ah ah" and tried to pull it towards her.

Shen Fuhan then let her pull, and once the nine-linked rings loosened, he would use more force to pull them back.

The father and daughter played the nine-linked rings back and forth, having a great time.

Such childish behavior was not something Shen Fuhan would do, but seeing how much he wanted to play with Zhaozhao today, Wen Jiayue let him have his way.

After a long struggle, Zhao Zhao finally opened her mouth wide and yawned.

Shen Fuhan watched calmly as he continued to pull the nine-linked rings toward himself.

Zhao Zhao instinctively reached out to pull, not wanting to be outdone.

After playing for a while, she couldn't hold on any longer. She tilted her head to the side, closed her eyes, and fell asleep, but her fingers were still tightly gripping the nine-linked rings.

Seeing this, Shen Fuhan said, "Zhaozhao is asleep, let's take her back."

Wen Jiayue was a little confused. Had she fallen asleep?

She gently shook her daughter, Zhao Zhao, who smacked her lips a few times and then slept even more soundly.

She then realized that Shen Fuhan had been playing with her daughter to exhaust her energy!

"You've gone too far!" Wen Jiayue's eyes widened.

"What's wrong with me?" Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Is it wrong to play with Zhaozhao?"

Without saying a word, he picked up the sleeping Zhao Zhao and carried her into his arms, then walked out.

She followed, desperately pleading, "If Zhaozhao wakes up halfway through and doesn't see me, she'll still cry."

Shen Fuhan said confidently, "She won't wake up; she's already very tired."

Wen Jiayue was furious. How could she not have seen through Shen Fuhan's sinister intentions?