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

Shen Fuhan's kisses were different from his personality.

He was the most indifferent and aloof, uncaring about everything, as if no one could enter his heart.

But his kisses were always gentle and tender, light and slow, as if he were holding the most precious jewels and cherishing them in the palm of his hand.

Wen Jiayue almost drowned in it; the tingling sensation invaded her limbs and made her feel inexplicably dizzy.

Shen Fuhan stepped back slightly, stroked her slightly flushed face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why don't you know how to breathe?"

Wen Jiayue took a deep breath. Is this the end?

Just as she was about to sit up, he kissed her again.

Her eyes widened: "You..."

The rest of the words were swallowed between their lips and teeth, melting into a warm, humid atmosphere, ambiguous and tender.

Wen Jiayue struggled to get up, but he put his arm around her waist, switched positions, pressed her down, and raised her hands above her head, interlocking their fingers.

The position was too familiar, and Wen Jiayue dared not move again, for fear that he would lose control.

Shen Fuhan gazed at her lips, which were becoming increasingly tender from being kissed, and leaned down again.

The long kiss finally ended, and Shen Fuhan took the initiative to release her.

Wen Jiayue didn't even have time to put on her embroidered shoes before she immediately moved away from the bed, her breathing uneven.

Shen Fuhan must be crazy to kiss for so long!

Fortunately, he didn't do anything else, otherwise she definitely wouldn't have been able to resist slapping him again.

Shen Fuhan watched her run away calmly, his eyes dark and brooding. She avoided him like the plague.

His expression was too cold and stern, so Wen Jiayue didn't dare to look at him and forced herself to remain calm as she said, "I hope Your Excellency will keep your word."

Shen Fuhan didn't speak, but walked step by step to Wen Jiayue.

She looked at him in fear and couldn't help but back away until she collapsed onto the couch, with nowhere left to retreat.

What does he mean by this? Should we continue?

Unexpectedly, Shen Fuhan simply picked up the pink embroidered shoes, squatted down, and held her ankle.

Is this... helping her put on her shoes?

Wen Jiayue curled her toes awkwardly and stammered, "I can do it myself."

Shen Fuhan remained silent, his eyes lowered, making it impossible to discern his emotions, but his thin lips were pressed into a straight line.

Without saying a word, he put the embroidered shoes on her.

When the hands that had been wrapped around her ankles loosened, her entire leg seemed to be burning hot.

Wen Jiayue felt uncomfortable and took the other one back from his hand.

Shen Fuhan did not insist and slowly stood up.

"I will certainly keep my word."

The following evening, Wen Jiayue and Shen Fuhan prepared to go to Ninghui Hall together.

Wen Jiayue took a closer look at the handprint on his face; it had only faded a little and had not completely disappeared.

She asked hesitantly, "Do you really have a way?"

Shen Fuhan glanced at her: "If you don't believe me, then kiss me back."

Wen Jiayue: "...?"

"Pretend I didn't agree to your request yesterday."

Wen Jiayue was speechless; she wouldn't do such a losing business.

Seeing that Shen Fuhan looked calm and composed, she stopped mentioning it.

The two walked towards Ninghui Hall.

Along the way, many servants and maids noticed the marks on Shen Fuhan's face and whispered among themselves.

Wen Jiayue secretly broke out in a cold sweat.

She didn't let Shen Fuhan leave the courtyard all day, trying her best to get rid of the slap mark.

She felt much calmer and relieved, but she didn't expect it to be so obvious to others.

The thought of facing the old lady's questioning in a moment made her nervous.

But no matter what, I have to go to Ninghui Hall.

Before long, the two arrived at their destination.

Shen Funian and Wang Chengyao had already arrived. The mother and son were sitting idly in the hall. When they saw them coming, they went to greet them.

Wang Chengyao called out happily, "Auntie!"

Glancing at Shen Fuhan, who stood to the side with a cold expression, he timidly called out, "Uncle."

Wang Chengyao fears nothing but Shen Fuhan; he would cry whenever he saw him when he was a child.

Now that I'm older, I don't cry anymore, but I still feel fear deep down.

Shen Funian scolded, "What's wrong with you? You seem unhappy to see your uncle. Call him again!"

Wang Chengyao had no choice but to close his eyes tightly and shout loudly, "Uncle!"

Shen Funian was finally satisfied. She looked up and was about to speak when she suddenly caught sight of the slap mark on Shen Fuhan's face.

Startled, she asked, "Big brother, who hit you?"

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "Your sister-in-law."

Wen Jiayue stared at him in astonishment. Didn't he say he would help her keep it a secret?

Shen Funian was also stunned for a moment, then chuckled.

"Brother, don't joke around. She wouldn't dare even if she had ten lives."

Seeing that she didn't believe her, Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely, "I really don't dare."

Shen Fuhan glanced at Wen Jiayue and said quietly, "Maybe."

Wen Jiayue nudged him anxiously.

Shen Fuhan seized the opportunity to grasp her hand before explaining.

“Yesterday, during the interrogation of the prisoner, he was making a huge fuss. I went up to stop him and accidentally got slapped.”

Wen Jiayue's stiff back suddenly relaxed.

This explanation is quite reasonable.

As long as she can extricate herself from this predicament, she doesn't care whether the old lady or others believe her or not.

Shen Funian believed him easily, gritting her teeth and saying, "What! He actually dared to hurt you! He must be taught a lesson and spend a few more years in prison!"

Shen Fuhan stroked the back of the instigator's hand with his fingertips and nodded, saying, "He has already been taught a lesson."

Wen Jiayue did not struggle and obediently let him lead her.

If he does something against her will and makes such a "joke" in front of the old lady, she won't be able to bear it.

Not long after, Shen Fuyou arrived.

He naturally asked about the slap mark on his face.

Wen Jiayue nervously gripped Shen Fuhan's hand, begging him not to say that she was the one who hit him.

Before he could even speak, Shen Funian finished speaking in a rapid-fire manner, adding a critique of the prisoner.

Shen Fuyou clicked his tongue: "This prisoner is quite skilled, managing to get close to Big Brother."

Shen Funian was stunned for a moment, then chimed in, "That's right!"

The eldest brother is skilled in both literature and martial arts. His martial arts skills have been outstanding since childhood, and even now that he is a civil official, everyone knows that he has never neglected them.

Wen Jiayue was extremely nervous, afraid that she would be exposed.

Shen Fuhan asked calmly, "What, can't I be unguarded at times?"

“Of course not,” Shen Funian explained, “I just think that my brother was a little careless.”

Shen Fuyou didn't speak, but glanced at the two of them and chuckled.

Wen Jiayue shuddered involuntarily at his laughter. Her fourth brother was so clever, had he figured something out?

Shen Fuhan frowned, then suddenly stood up, seemingly unintentionally blocking Shen Fuyou's gaze from Wen Jiayue.

"Go and ask Grandmother to come out."