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

The next morning, Wen Jiayue went to Wuyou Courtyard.

Wuyou Courtyard is not too far from the main courtyard; it only takes about fifteen minutes to walk there.

Although Shen Fuyou hadn't lived here for three or four years, the place wasn't deserted; it was clear that someone cleaned it regularly.

Wen Jiayue glanced around briefly and then came out, instructing the servants to clean thoroughly, and that she would come back again in the evening.

Ruyi asked curiously, "Madam, why do you think Fourth Master suddenly moved back home?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head: "I don't know either. He said he was homesick, but I don't think it's that.

Lin Wanwan has been married for almost two months. If he wanted to move back, he would have done so long ago.

I don't know why I rushed to stay at the mansion right after returning from Jinzhou.

However, in any case, Shen Fuyou's return to the mansion is not a bad thing.

She always felt that life-or-death ordeals were not so easy to avoid. Shen Fuyou staying in the Marquis's mansion could at least provide some care, which was better than living outside.

That evening, Wen Jiayue came to Wuyou Courtyard again for a check-up. Finding nothing to criticize, she went home.

On the way, as I turned a corner, I saw Shen Fuhan returning from his shift in the distance.

He was tall and elegant, dressed in a scarlet official robe, making him impossible to miss.

Wen Jiayue pretended not to see it, glanced at it, and then walked quickly forward.

Ruyi also noticed and reminded her, "Madam, the Marquis is over there."

Just as she was about to point, Wen Jiayue grasped her hand and said calmly, "I saw it."

"Then how come you..."

“I have something to do,” Wen Jiayue said, walking even faster. “I’m in a hurry to go back and see Zhaozhao.”

Sharing a bed with Shen Fuhan every day is annoying enough; I avoid him whenever I see him on the street.

But Shen Fuhan was faster; for every step she took, he could take three. Before long, they were walking side by side.

He asked, "Where did you go?"

Unable to avoid it, Wen Jiayue had no choice but to say, "I went to check on my fourth brother's courtyard."

Shen Fuhan made conversation: "Is everything packed?"

Wen Jiayue mistakenly thought he suspected her of not being attentive enough, and said irritably, "If you are not at ease, Lord Marquis, go and see for yourself."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment before speaking: "I'm very relieved."

Back in the bedroom, the two dined together, and their conversation revolved around Shen Fuyou.

Wen Jiayue discussed with him, "Since our fourth brother is returning to the mansion tomorrow, shouldn't our family have a meal together?"

Actually, she didn't want to sit at the same table with the old lady at all; there would definitely be endless sarcastic remarks.

However, as the lady of the Marquis's mansion, she should take the initiative to bring up this matter. Otherwise, if the old lady brings it up later, she will be blamed for not knowing how to handle things.

Unexpectedly, Shen Fuhan pushed the question back to her: "What do you think?"

Wen Jiayue frowned slightly: "Shouldn't you, as the eldest brother, make the decision about this?"

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "You are also Fuyou's sister-in-law."

For some reason, he emphasized the words "sister-in-law" very much.

Wen Jiayue didn't pay much attention and said, "Then we won't eat it. Fourth Brother is easygoing and probably won't mind."

If the old lady asks about it later, she will say that it was Shen Fuhan's decision and that it had nothing to do with her.

Hearing her say that, Shen Fuhan breathed a sigh of relief.

But then he changed his mind and said, "But we still have to have this meal. You can arrange it tomorrow night."

Upon hearing this, Wen Jiayue took a deep breath: "Didn't you just ask me to make the decision?"

Is Shen Fuhan trying to drive her crazy?!

"I'm just asking for your opinion."

Wen Jiayue was full of anger, so she put down her chopsticks, got up, and left.

Don't ask again!

Shen Fuhan froze for a moment, watching her turn and leave.

After having her meal alone, Wen Jiayue still showed no intention of returning to her room.

He pondered silently for a moment, then got up to go find her.

As expected, Wen Jiayue was in the side room, while her wet nurse and Ruyi were waiting outside.

Ruyi whispered, "The lady was extremely angry and ordered both me and the wet nurse to come out."

Shen Fuhan nodded and gently pushed open the door.

Hearing the whispers inside, he held his breath and slowly approached until he could finally hear them clearly.

"...That's too much, Zhao Zhao. From now on, don't acknowledge this father as your father. Only be close to your mother."

Shen Fuhan: "..."

He stepped forward.

Hearing the noise, Wen Jiayue glanced at him, completely unconcerned whether he had heard what she said.

And what good is hearing it?

Shen Fuhan said, "Let's go back to our room."

"I'm not going back. I'm sleeping with Zhaozhao."

You know perfectly well I won't agree.

"So what?" Wen Jiayue's expression tightened. "I'm going to sleep here tonight."

This time it had nothing to do with that dream; she just didn't want to see Shen Fuhan again.

Unexpectedly, Shen Fuhan used the same trick again and picked her up.

Wen Jiayue felt a surge of anger. Did he always do this when she was angry?

She slapped him without hesitation.

Snapped--

With a crisp sound, Wen Jiayue realized what was happening and froze on the spot.

A handprint gradually appeared on her handsome face, reminding her of what she had just done.

Shen Fuhan was also taken aback for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

The corners of her lips curved upwards, and her eyes sparkled with laughter, as if ice and snow were melting away.

The handprint was still clearly visible, but paired with the smile, it looked completely out of place.

A wave of fear washed over her, and Wen Jiayue pursed her lips. She shouldn't have acted so impulsively.

Shen Fuhan seemed unconcerned and asked softly, "You really don't want to dine with your fourth brother?"

Wen Jiayue was stunned. When did she say that?

Seeing that she didn't speak, Shen Fuhan didn't ask any more questions and carried her out.

Ruyi was extremely anxious outside, her eyes were red with tears.

She and her wet nurse both heard the noise and assumed that the Marquis had hit the Madam.

To their surprise, the Marquis's face was clearly marked with finger marks, leaving both of them stunned.

It turned out that the lady had hit the marquis?

Shen Fuhan calmly carried Wen Jiayue back to their room.

He closed the door but didn't put her down. He carried her directly to the canopy bed and pressed himself down on her.

Wen Jiayue didn't dare to move, staring at him fearfully, ready to run away at any moment.

She was certain that in Shen Fuhan's twenty-four years of life, she was the first person to hit him.

A person of such high status and privilege, having suffered such humiliation, she dared not imagine what kind of retribution she would face.

Perhaps she'll have to drink contraceptive soup again tomorrow.

Or perhaps, she won't live to see tomorrow.

She is indeed the revered Lady of Jing'an, but this title was bestowed upon her by Shen Fuhan.

It would be easy for him to take her life.

Unexpectedly, Shen Fuhan simply held her wrist and placed her palm on her perfectly intact left cheek.

Wen Jiayue shrank her palm, not daring to touch it.

His hot palms caressed her slightly cool hand, forcing her to press them against his.

"Are you calmed down now?" he asked. "If not, would you like to call again?"