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

Wen Jiayue suspected she was hallucinating.

What did he say? If he's still not appeased, can we hit him again?

Seeing that she hadn't moved, Shen Fuhan asked again, "Are you going to fight or not?"

“I…” Wen Jiayue looked at him timidly, “I didn’t mean to.”

She acted impulsively just now; she certainly wouldn't do something so bold now.

Regardless of what Shen Fuhan is trying to do, it's always right to apologize.

"Not fighting?" Shen Fuhan breathed a sigh of relief. "Then he's calmed down."

As he spoke, a flicker of pain crossed his face, as if the pain had been aggravated by his injury.

Wen Jiayue was stunned again. What did he mean by that?

Does that mean she can hit him to vent her anger whenever she gets angry?

Wen Jiayue stared at him for a while, then asked seriously, "Have you been possessed?"

If she can be reborn, then nothing in this world is impossible.

This was nothing like the Shen Fuhan she knew; every word and action of his seemed unfamiliar to her.

"Possession?" Shen Fuhan pinched her chin, his eyes darkening. "You're quite the thinker."

Wen Jiayue sensed danger and quickly pushed him away, making up a flimsy excuse: "I'll go find the royal physician to come and take a look..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Fuhan pulled her back, and she fell into his arms.

The position was rather ingenious. Shen Fuhan let out a muffled groan and took a deep breath, burying his face in her hair.

Hot breath lingered beside her ear, and Wen Jiayue shifted her body uncomfortably.

"Don't move," Shen Fuhan pinched her waist, "I really can't take any more teasing."

Wen Jiayue frowned and said, "I didn't..."

“I know you don’t. I’m a man full of vigor,” Shen Fuhan said in a hoarse voice. “It’s just that I can’t control myself.”

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "You are allowed to take a concubine, I will not stop you."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, and all her romantic thoughts vanished instantly.

He released her and said calmly, "I will not take a concubine."

Seeing that he let go, Wen Jiayue quickly left the dangerous place and got off the bed.

As she straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, she said, "I believe what the Marquis is saying now is sincere."

But who knows what will happen in the future.

Shen Fuhan looked at her: "It's not just the words that are sincere."

Wen Jiayue replied perfunctorily, "Yes, Your Excellency is sincere in everything you do."

It was too dangerous for her to stay in the same room with him, so she dared not stay any longer and walked outside.

As she turned around, she caught a glimpse of his face out of the corner of her eye, and hesitantly asked, "Should we have the royal physician take a look?"

"...No need."

Hearing the door open, Ruyi, who had been pacing anxiously outside, quickly came over.

She looked Wen Jiayue up and down, and asked anxiously, "Madam, are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Wen Jiayue shook her head.

"Is the Marquis not angry?" Ruyi asked cautiously. "This servant clearly saw that the Marquis's face turned red."

“He…” Wen Jiayue frowned and said, “I don’t know how to tell you.”

She was still in a daze, her mind a jumble of thoughts, none of which she could grasp.

Ruyi stopped asking and whispered, "Madam, would you like to send someone to fetch the physician? I'll go."

"No need, the Marquis doesn't want anyone to know."

Wen Jiayue genuinely believed that he was thinking of her best interests. If this matter were to get out, the old lady would give her a severe dressing down.

Copying scriptures and kneeling in the ancestral hall are the least of their worries; if they get really angry, they might just write a letter of divorce.

If Wen Jiayue were all alone, she would have taken the divorce papers and left long ago, but she still has Zhaozhao.

If Zhaozhao cannot go with her, she would rather stay in the Marquis's mansion.

Wen Jiayue then began to feel scared. Fortunately, Shen Fuhan kept it a secret for her and did not plan to make a big fuss.

But Shen Fuhan has to work tomorrow and eat dinner, so it seems there's no way to hide it from him.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Jiayue asked Ruyi to fetch two hard-boiled eggs.

Holding the eggs, she went back into the bedroom.

Shen Fuhan was sitting on the couch reading a book. If you ignored the redness and swelling on his right cheek, he still looked very elegant.

Hearing the noise, he cast a cold glance at me.

Wen Jiayue handed him the eggs and whispered, "They're for reducing swelling."

Shen Fuhan didn't answer: "No need."

"But... if it doesn't subside by tomorrow, your colleagues will definitely notice."

"I will ask for leave."

Wen Jiayue bit her lip and said, "The old lady will notice it tomorrow night too."

Seeing her anxious expression, Shen Fuhan said calmly, "Help me."

Wen Jiayue hesitated for only a moment before sitting down. She was the one who caused the trouble, so it was only right that she should try to fix it.

She peeled off the eggshell and rolled the smooth egg back and forth on his face.

Only when she got closer did she realize how hard she had hit him; the finger marks were clearly visible, and the swelling was difficult to reduce.

Despite having a handsome face, it looked as if he had been severely tortured; if there were bloodstains at the corners of his mouth, it would look even more like it.

Wen Jiayue couldn't help but apologize again: "I really didn't mean to just now, it was just a moment of panic..."

“I know,” Shen Fuhan interrupted her, “Concentrate.”

Seeing that he didn't want to listen, Wen Jiayue stopped talking and rolled the egg around his face again and again.

Fifteen minutes later, her hand was sore, but she didn't dare to stop and switched to the other hand to continue.

Shen Fuhan asked, "Are you tired?"

"No."

More than the fatigue, she was worried about being discovered by the old lady; then it wouldn't just be tiring anymore.

Shen Fuhan suddenly grasped her hand: "I'll do it."

Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief and tried to pull her hand back.

He held her tightly, his palm rolling against the back of her hand.

Wen Jiayue was stunned. When he said he would come, did he mean to help her roll the eggs?

However, this did save her some effort, so she didn't say anything and continued to help him reduce the swelling.

After a moment, Shen Fuhan suddenly took her hand and put it down.

"I'm too tired, I don't need to apply the compress anymore."

Wen Jiayue looked at his face; the swelling hadn't subsided much, and said anxiously, "I'm not tired."

Shen Fuhan stood up and walked straight to the bed.

"I'll get some sleep first."

Upon hearing this, Wen Jiayue immediately said, "That way I can help you too."

Lying down is more convenient and less tiring.

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything, lying on the bed, looking like he was at her mercy.

Seeing that he did not refuse, Wen Jiayue sat on the edge of the bed and continued rolling the eggs.

Shen Fuhan opened his eyes.

Her shadow fell on his face, making his vision appear somewhat dim.

Her face, however, was as bright as moonlight, radiating a soft glow, and her expression was gentle.

Her long eyelashes obscured her bright black almond eyes, and his gaze was irresistibly drawn to her delicate lips.

Shen Fuhan stretched out his arm and pulled her down, a fragrant breeze wafting over, only an inch away from her lips.

Wen Jiayue frowned and came back to her senses, pushing against his chest with both hands.

But she was no match for him; Shen Fuhan easily grabbed her hand.

The eggs rolled to the ground, and no one cared.

His fingertips caressed his soft lips as he whispered, "I promise I won't let Grandmother know tomorrow."

"A kiss, that's the deal."

Wen Jiayue's eyes widened, before she could even think.

He kissed him.