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Chapter 470 Daily Life of Raising a Child (6)

Back in his bedroom, Shen Fuhan's face was still sour, as if someone owed him eight thousand taels of silver.

Wen Jiayue was in a good mood and gently coaxed him, "Husband, you don't need to take what Niannian said to heart. She didn't mean any harm."

Shen Fuhan immediately retorted, "Who cares?"

“I do care, I do care,” Wen Jiayue said helplessly. “I’m most afraid of people saying you’re too old.”

Shen Fuhan pulled her into his arms, his voice dangerous: "You did this on purpose."

Wen Jiayue tiptoed and kissed him.

The chill has completely dissipated.

"Ayue..."

He sighed softly, looking at his young wife, who was only twenty-three years old, the same age he was when they married.

Time has left no trace on her face; she remains as young and beautiful as ever.

But he was already over thirty.

“Husband, thinking too much will make you age faster,” Wen Jiayue said earnestly. “Stop overthinking.”

Shen Fuhan paused, then asked, "Really?"

“Of course it’s true,” Wen Jiayue pulled him to the bronze mirror. “Ever since you turned thirty, you’ve been thinking about this all the time, so you look like you’re thirty-five.”

She deliberately exaggerated; in reality, Shen Fuhan has hardly changed at all over the past few years.

Equally intelligent, equally tall and handsome, equally... energetic and vigorous.

He no longer indulges in pure desire as before; he is more adept at sex and pays more attention to her feelings.

Shen Fuhan frowned as he examined his own face.

Wen Jiayue reached out and smoothed his brow.

"If you keep frowning, you'll be forty."

Her hand slowly moved downwards, brushing across her high, straight nose, past her thin lips, and landing on her chest.

Her face was pressed against her heart, feeling its beating, and her hand was slowly moving downwards.

She said softly, "My husband's age is not determined by his birth date; only here can I find out."

She raised her face and said with a smile, "You get excited so easily. I think you're not much different from when you first got married."

Shen Fuhan gripped her hand tightly, not allowing her to cause any more trouble.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I drank alcohol today."

“Drinking will make things more fun,” Wen Jiayue said, changing the subject. “But if you don’t want to, I won’t force you.”

She pretended to pull away, but Shen Fuhan picked her up and strode towards the bathroom.

Shen Fuhan proved by his own actions that his physical age was only eighteen years old.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, many people came to the Marquis's residence to pay their respects, including the Ningguo Duke's family.

Zhao Zhao had been looking forward to it since early morning. When she saw Cui Yu, she called out, "Brother Xiao Yu."

Ling Yun, who was standing next to Mu Mu, heard this clear and cheerful voice and looked over.

Five steps away, eight-year-old Cui Yu, dressed in a peacock blue brocade robe, stood tall and straight, with a gentle and refined demeanor.

Seeing her running towards him, Cui Yu stopped and prepared to reach out to protect him.

Zhao Zhao stopped steadily half a step away from him.

Cui Yu withdrew her hand, feeling both relieved and inexplicably disappointed.

He nodded to her and said gently, "Sister Zhaozhao."

Zhao Zhao pouted and huffed, "Brother Xiaoyu, you're way too late this year. I've been waiting for ages."

"I'm sorry, something came up at home and I had to go," Cui Yu apologized softly.

“Okay, I forgive you,” Zhao Zhao said, tugging at his sleeve. “I’ll take you somewhere!”

Cui Yu subconsciously looked at Uncle Shen.

He was sipping his tea, and through the swirling steam, those indifferent eyes calmly stared at him.

Cui Yu felt a little scared, but then she saw about four or five boys walk towards Uncle Shen and say a few words to him.

Then the boy walked towards them.

Zhao Zhao asked in surprise, "Lingyun, what brings you here?"

Ling Yun explained, "To answer your question, Miss, my father is on duty today, so I came with him."

Zhao Zhao said "Oh" and introduced him to Cui Yu: "This is my younger brother, named Ling Yun."

She then turned to Lingyun: "Little brother Lingyun, this is the little fish brother I often mention to you."

Cui Yu nodded politely, not taking Ling Yun, who was only a teenager, seriously, but secretly pleased with the second half of his sentence.

Ling Yun merely glanced at Cui Yu and bowed, saying, "Your Highness."

He looked at Zhaozhao and whispered, "Miss, the Marquis wants you to see him."

Zhao Zhao's face immediately fell: "I knew Father wouldn't let me go."

Only then did Cui Yu take a serious look at Ling Yun.

Ling Yun stared at him fearlessly for a moment, then followed Zhao Zhao away.

Cui Yu was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled to himself that he had overthought things. Ling Yun looked like a child; how could he possibly think of anything else?

Zhao Zhao snuggled into her father's arms and said sweetly, "Daddy, did you miss Zhao Zhao?"

Shen Fuhan patted his daughter's head: "Sui Sui is over there, go and play with her."

"But I still have to entertain Brother Little Fish."

Shen Fuhan then said, "Take Yao'er and Mu Mu with you."

He was also afraid that if he was too strict, his daughter would rebel, so he chose a compromise.

Zhao Zhao agreed, and enthusiastically invited her friends to go out and have fun.

Shen Fuhan watched his daughter run away without looking back and sighed deeply.

She's six years old now. In ten years, she might have someone she likes and be eager to get married.

Hearing his sigh, Wen Jiayue asked softly, "Husband, are you still bothered by your age?"

"No, I was thinking about Zhaozhao," Shen Fuhan said worriedly, "How can we get her to stay in the manor for a few more years?"

Wen Jiayue, on the contrary, was quite philosophical: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; there's no use in forcing it. Don't worry unnecessarily, and don't neglect our guests."

Shen Fuhan had no choice but to pull himself together and attend to the endless stream of guests.

By the time the mansion had completely quieted down, it was already evening.

Shen Fuhan called Zhaozhao to his side.

Seeing that he remained silent, Zhao Zhao tilted her head and asked, "Father, what is it?"

Shen Fuhan didn't know what to say, so he looked to Wen Jiayue for help.

Wen Jiayue was helpless. Why did Lord Shen, who could talk eloquently about important matters of the court, become so timid when it came to family matters?

She had no choice but to speak up for him: "Zhaozhao, your father loves you too much and can't bear to see you get married."

"What's so fun about getting married? I don't want to get married," Zhao Zhao said with a smile. "I want to stay with Daddy and Mommy forever!"

She's still young; she wouldn't consider something so far away from her.

Right now... appeasing Daddy is the most important thing.