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

As night fell, Wen Jiayue prepared a table full of dishes, anxiously waiting for Shen Fuhan to return home.

They waited and waited, but he still didn't return.

Seeing that the food was getting cold, Wen Jiayue thought for a moment and then picked up her chopsticks.

Why wait for him for so long? It's like she's done something wrong.

After having dinner alone, Wen Jiayue played with Zhaozhao for a while before going to wash up.

As I walked out of the washroom, Shen Fuhan was just entering.

Wen Jiayue greeted him as usual, "The Marquis is back."

"Ah."

She continued, "Has Your Excellency finished your meal?"

"I've already eaten. My colleague invited me, and I couldn't refuse."

As she got closer, Wen Jiayue could smell the faint scent of alcohol on him and see the handprint on his face.

Four or five days have passed, and the handprint has faded considerably.

She didn't say anything, and went to the dressing table to apply perfume.

Shen Fuhan glanced at her in the bronze mirror and asked, "Did Fourth Brother come over today?"

Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat, but she nodded, trying to appear calm.

Why do you want to see him?

Wen Jiayue found his words unreasonable and said irritably, "If the Marquis cannot refuse his colleagues, then naturally I cannot refuse my fourth brother either."

To prevent him from misunderstanding, she continued, "I had just returned to the manor when a maid told me that my fourth brother had come. I couldn't just send him away, could I? Of course I had to see him."

Shen Fuhan was silent for a moment, then asked, "What did he say to you?"

"My fourth brother wants to rearrange the courtyard and came to ask for my opinion."

This was a reason she had thought about for a long time; it was both reasonable and appropriate, which is why she had stayed with Shen Fuyou for so long.

Shen Fuhan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Why should I ask for your opinion?"

“You’re asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?” Wen Jiayue said. “If Your Excellency is curious, you should ask your fourth brother yourself.”

She hadn't discussed this reason with Shen Fuyou yet, fearing that Shen Fuhan might actually ask, so she pretended to guess.

"I think it's because he wanted to get a woman's opinion. After all, he's sixteen and will be getting married in a few years. A girl wouldn't like a house that's too lifeless."

Shen Fuhan scoffed: "Why doesn't he ask Third Sister?"

Wen Jiayue said shamelessly, "Maybe it's because I have better taste."

Shen Fuhan looked around the interior room she had rearranged; the colors were bright, warm, and soft.

The colorful tulle embellishments were just right, the beaded curtain shimmered with tiny lights, and the winter plum blossoms in the vase were the finishing touch, making it a sight to behold.

It feels like a real home now.

But soon, Shen Fuyou's courtyard will also become like this.

Shen Fuhan felt uncomfortable all over and said, "If he comes to ask you again, don't offer any more suggestions."

Seeing that he believed her, Wen Jiayue secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

However, Shen Fuyou had already told her everything about his mistress, so if there were any more questions, he would definitely come to ask again.

She only hoped that he and that Miss Yan'er would be alright and that nothing else would go wrong.

However, she was somewhat curious as to why Shen Fuyou was so certain that Shen Fuhan and the old lady did not agree to let Miss Yan'er enter the mansion.

She could understand the old lady's perspective.

After all, Lin Wanwan was a lady from a respectable family. It was one thing if he didn't like her, but he turned around and fell in love with an unknown beggar. Which elder would be happy about that?

What about Shen Fuhan? And why?

Even if they are brothers, it's not appropriate for them to interfere in this kind of thing, right?

When Shen Fuhan returned from his shower, he noticed she was staring in the same direction and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Wen Jiayue snapped out of her reverie, gave a hasty smile, and casually said, "I was thinking about what to wear to the palace banquet."

In two days it will be New Year's Eve, and they will all be going to the palace to attend the banquet.

Shen Fuhan said, "Don't be nervous, you've already been there once."

They got married last November, and happened to attend the New Year's Eve banquet together the following month.

Wen Jiayue silently refuted this in her heart, and it wasn't the first time.

She went every year in her past life and was already very familiar with the process.

As Shen Fuhan lifted the covers, he said, "At this palace banquet, take a good look at those unmarried girls."

Wen Jiayue immediately understood his meaning and asked, "Do you want to have your fourth brother's fortune told?"

"Ah."

Wen Jiayue hesitated and said, "But I think that Fourth Brother is more playful now, so he may not be in a hurry to get married."

Shen Fuyou is currently wholeheartedly devoted to that Miss Yan'er. If you insist on him arranging a marriage, it might backfire.

Shen Fuhan said ambiguously, "He might listen to you."

Wen Jiayue was taken aback: "Why?"

Shen Fuhan pondered for a moment and said, "An elder sister-in-law is like a mother."

Wen Jiayue: "..."

Fine, she decided not to try to persuade him anymore.

She could just say she didn't have a girl she liked, which would appease Shen Fuhan and protect Shen Fuyou at the same time.

But Shen Fuhan seemed to have guessed her thoughts and suddenly said, "List at least three people, and you can talk to your fourth brother about it yourself."

Wen Jiayue frowned and said, "I'm afraid my fourth brother will think I'm meddling in other people's business."

Shen Fuhan immediately retorted, "This is no trivial matter. It would be good for both of us if Fuyou got married as soon as possible."

"why?"

Wen Jiayue didn't quite understand what Shen Fuyou's marriage had to do with the two of them.

Shen Fuhan was silent for a moment, then said, "I've put an end to a matter on my mind."

Wen Jiayue really wanted to tell him that there was no need for that, since he already had a girl he liked.

Since the topic had come up, Wen Jiayue pretended to speak casually.

“I don’t think we need to take it to heart at all. Maybe my fourth brother already has someone he likes. We don’t need to worry about this.”

Shen Fuhan looked at her and asked, "You know?"

Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat. Did Shen Fuhan find out too?

How did you find out? Did you find out privately?

To be on the safe side, Wen Jiayue said, "I'm just guessing. Fourth Brother has a good personality, is extremely clever, and is also handsome. He probably has no shortage of girls around him, right?"

Shen Fuhan scrutinized her.

He appeared calm, but his gaze was darting around as he spoke, and his voice rose and fell. By the end, he seemed quite guilty.

He clenched his fist and said calmly, "Perhaps."

Seeing that he didn't suspect anything, Wen Jiayue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Since the topic had come up, she continued, "If my fourth brother has someone he likes, but they can't be together for various reasons, will the Marquis help him?"

Shen Fuhan stared at her and said coldly, "Why should I help him? I advise him to give up on that idea as soon as possible."

His tone was so cold, and his expression was as frosty as ice, that Wen Jiayue couldn't help but feel a little afraid.

She whispered, "I was just asking casually, it's not true."

"It'd better not be true," Shen Fuhan said, emphasizing each word, "otherwise I won't let him off the hook."

Wen Jiayue dared not say anything more, and forced a smile: "My lord, please go to sleep."

Shen Fuhan did not respond: "There is one more thing."

"what?"

"You just said that your fourth brother has a good temperament, is extremely clever, and is also handsome?"

He repeated it word for word, and Wen Jiayue nodded blankly.

No wonder he was the top scholar; he remembers it so clearly.

Shen Fuhan was silent for a moment, then asked, "What about me?"

Wen Jiayue didn't understand for a moment: "What?"

What's your opinion of me?