nashuaworldcup Chapter 442 Uncle and Aunt?
Chapter 442 Uncle and Aunt?
Wen Jiayue feigned profundity: "It can only be understood intuitively, not explained in words."
Ling He said with admiration, "Madam is just as capable as the Marquis, with brilliant strategies."
Wen Jiayue couldn't help but chuckle.
If someone else had said this, it would have sounded like flattery, but Ling He's tone was serious and admiring.
Wen Jiayue asked, "How long has Qianqian been pregnant?"
Ling He couldn't help but chuckle again: "It's been almost two months."
Shen Fuhan interjected, "That's quite rare."
His words were ambiguous, and Ling He, not understanding their meaning, stared blankly at the Marquis.
Wen Jiayue turned around before she understood what he was talking about, and secretly glared at him.
Shen Fuhan coughed lightly and instructed, "Go to the imperial prison and send some delicacies to the Princess."
Ling He agreed and waited for further instructions, but unexpectedly, the Marquis said, "You may leave now."
Ling He was stunned for a moment before clasping his hands in a fist salute and leaving.
Wen Jiayue was also a little confused and asked, "That's it?"
“That’s it,” Shen Fuhan said, putting some food on her plate. “Eat up.”
Wen Jiayue frowned and asked, "What exactly are you up to?"
Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you really want to know?"
He whispered a few words to Wen Jiayue.
"Will this work?" Wen Jiayue asked hesitantly. "What if the Princess doesn't believe me?"
"She had no choice but to believe it."
Seeing his resolute expression, Wen Jiayue stopped questioning him and instead started talking about Lin Qianqian.
"I'm planning to send a congratulatory gift over, do you have any good suggestions, husband?"
Shen Fuhan pondered for a moment, then suggested, "How about some tonics?"
Wen Jiayue nodded: "Qianqian is frail, so sending her tonics is indeed a good idea. We should also send her a few bolts of fine fabric."
“Ah Yue has thought things through thoroughly.”
Upon hearing this, Wen Jiayue glared at him: "You were not thoughtful at all just now, saying something like 'it is rare.' Fortunately, Guard Ling did not understand."
"So, A-Yue understands?" Shen Fuhan asked deliberately, "What do you mean by that?"
"Isn't it just saying that he finally learned how to consummate the marriage after being married for more than half a year?" Wen Jiayue blushed slightly, pretending to be calm. "Of course I understand."
"That's natural, Ah Yue and I are of one mind."
Wen Jiayue simply didn't know what to say to him, so she simply stopped talking and quietly ate her meal.
Shen Fuhan looked at her stomach and stared at it for a long time.
Wen Jiayue tried to pretend she hadn't seen anything, but he had been staring at her for so long that she had no choice but to ask, "What are you looking at?"
“I’m wondering if you’re also carrying our child,” Shen Fuhan said with unusual certainty. “It’s very possible.”
When Wen Jiayue was pregnant with Zhaozhao, she first found out she was pregnant just two months after getting married. Counting the time, she got pregnant right after getting married.
Maybe it will be the same this time.
Wen Jiayue didn't believe him, but she couldn't bear to discourage him, so she simply kept quiet and continued eating.
Shen Fuhan, however, saw through it and asked, "What are you trying to say?"
Since he asked, Wen Jiayue told him the truth.
“I think that when you first got married, your husband was in better health, and you also drank contraceptive soup for several months, which may have had some effect. So it may be a few months before you get pregnant.”
Shen Fuhan nodded calmly: "What A-Yue said makes sense."
After the meal, Wen Jiayue went to pick out tonics and fabrics for Lin Qianqian, and asked Ruyi to deliver them to her personally, and instructed her not to let Lin Qianqian come over to thank her.
She's not even three months pregnant yet, and the pregnancy isn't stable, so she shouldn't move around too much.
Wen Jiayue returned to her bedroom alone, but Shen Fuhan was not there.
She didn't care much, and after washing up, she prepared to go to bed.
In her hazy state of consciousness, Shen Fuhan seemed to have returned. The scent of ink and books mingled with a hint of sweat. Wen Jiayue wrinkled her nose and turned her back to him.
The footsteps faded away, and soon after, Shen Fuhan, looking refreshed, pulled her into his arms.
Wen Jiayue was finally satisfied. She rested her head on his arm, wrapped her arms around his waist, and prepared to continue sleeping.
Shen Fuhan, without saying a word, grabbed her chin and kissed her.
"Well……"
Wen Jiayue's eyes widened. What's gotten into him now?
Is this the only way to release energy after sleeping too much during the day?
As expected, Shen Fuhan's energy was outrageously abundant.
Wen Jiayue was tormented by him for a long time, crying and begging him to stop. He just pretended to coax her and then continued, even going so far as to be more excessive.
Wen Jiayue couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If she had known this would happen, she should have woken him up at noon!
When it finally ended, Wen Jiayue didn't even have the strength to open her eyes, and she lay in his arms breathing heavily.
Shen Fuhan asked in a hoarse voice, "What's the current evaluation?"
Wen Jiayue didn't understand what he was saying and was too lazy to pay attention, so she pinched him with all her might.
“It doesn’t seem good enough,” Shen Fuhan kissed her hair. “I’ll keep trying tomorrow night.”
Wen Jiayue was even more confused: "What do you mean?"
"It's nothing," Shen Fuhan placed his hand over her eyes. "Go to sleep."
The warmth of his palm was slightly hot, which made Wen Jiayue feel comfortable, and she fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, Wen Jiayue was awakened by Zhao Zhao's laughter and exclamations.
She summoned Ruyi and asked curiously, "What's wrong with Zhaozhao?"
"The Marquis is practicing his sword outside," Ruyi said with a smile, "and Miss is watching him with great interest."
Wen Jiayue was a little puzzled. Why did Shen Fuhan suddenly start practicing swordsmanship?
The last time she saw him practice swordsmanship was right after they got married.
She was too embarrassed to go out and look, so she secretly peeked through the shallow cracks in the window from inside the house.
He stopped practicing after only a few days, which she regretted for a long time.
Now...
Wen Jiayue quickly washed up and then pushed open the door with great interest.
Just then, Shen Fuhan twirled his sword, the cold light and shadow sculpting his stern expression. His movements were swift and agile, dazzling to behold.
Zhao Zhao exclaimed "Wow!" and jumped up to clap her hands, excitedly calling out, "Daddy! Daddy!"
Wen Jiayue couldn't help but be amazed, her gaze following the tall, pine-like figure.
Shen Fuhan sheathed his sword, wiped his sweat-dampened forehead, and strode toward her.
Wen Jiayue's heart was beating a little fast. She subconsciously lowered her eyes, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, and handed it to him.
Shen Fuhan took it and put it directly into his pocket, then used the handkerchief that Si Bai handed him to wipe his sweat.
He asked, "Is A-Yue shy?"
"Who, who's shy..." Wen Jiayue's voice was barely audible.
Shen Fuhan chuckled, about to tease her a few more times, when a guard walked over with a strange expression.
He suppressed his smile and asked seriously, "What is it?"
The guard glanced at the lady before saying, "There are people outside the mansion who claim to be the lady's uncle, aunt, and cousin, and they request an audience with the Marquis and the lady."