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

Chapter 428 Lost and Found

Wen Jiayue couldn't hold on any longer and fainted. When she woke up again, it was Zhao Zhao who woke her up.

"Mother, mother..."

Zhao Zhao kept rubbing her face against hers, her face full of smiles.

Wen Jiayue touched her face with trembling hands. The warm and soft touch made her wonder if she had just had a long dream.

What's Zhao Zhao doing here?

Before she could even think, she burst into tears.

The emotions that had been building up for days finally erupted. Fear, anxiety, longing, grievance, lingering fear... all of them burst forth like a floodgate being opened, and I could no longer hold back.

Seeing her mother cry, Zhao Zhao, who had been smiling, lost her smile, pouted, and burst into tears as well.

Wen Jiayue hurriedly wiped away her tears, choking back sobs as she asked, "Zhaozhao, Mother is alright. Did I scare you?"

Zhao Zhao seemed to freeze suddenly, as if she remembered something. She said slowly and deliberately, "Mother, don't cry, Zhao Zhao is here."

She spoke slowly and her pronunciation was not very clear, as if someone had taught her to speak like that.

Wen Jiayue paused for a moment, then saw Zhaozhao looking to the right, as if asking if what she said was correct.

She followed her daughter's gaze and realized that Shen Fuhan had appeared outside the door at some point.

He changed into a dark blue round-necked brocade robe. He was thin and pale, and stood there quietly, looking exactly like a sickly young master.

"Daddy."

The clear, childlike voice brought Wen Jiayue back to her senses, and she quickly sat up.

His lips moved twice, but he didn't utter a single word.

She felt somewhat lost, unsure of what to say. Should she inquire about his health? Ask why Zhao Zhao had come along? Or... prove her innocence?

She's been kidnapped for almost a month, and she says nothing has happened. Will he believe her?

No one would want a woman who has mysteriously disappeared for a month.

Shen Fuhan slowly approached.

Wen Jiayue was a little nervous. She threw off the covers, stood up, and looked hesitantly at Shen Fuhan.

He had a simple black auspicious cloud-shaped wooden hairpin in his hair, and a sky-blue jade pendant with auspicious cloud carvings hanging from his waist. The more Wen Jiayue looked at him, the more familiar he seemed.

He thought for a moment and realized that they were all gifts from her.

Seeing how frightened she was, Shen Fuhan simply stopped.

He didn't know what she had been through in the past month, and he was afraid that if he got too close, she would break down.

Shen Fuhan asked softly, "A-Yue, are you alright?"

Wen Jiayue was a little stunned. She thought he would question her, but the first thing he said was concern.

"I...I'm fine," she lowered her eyes, unconsciously clutching the hem of her skirt. "Where is...the Marquis?"

She didn't know if they were still considered husband and wife, so she simply addressed him as "Lord Marquis".

Shen Fuhan asked somewhat sadly, "After a month apart, Yue'er doesn't even want to call me husband anymore?"

He couldn't help but step forward: "Are you blaming me for not saving you in time?"

Wen Jiayue suddenly raised her head.

Mistaking it for frightening her, Shen Fuhan immediately took a step back and reassured her, "A-Yue, don't be afraid. I won't come any closer to you. I was just in a moment of panic."

He seemed to be speaking in a bit of a hurry, and he turned his face away, coughing incessantly.

Wen Jiayue quickly poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him.

Shen Fuhan noticed her actions and even forgot to cough. When he turned around and met her concerned gaze, he was even more stunned.

He and A-Yue were so close.

Moreover, she took the initiative to approach him.

Shen Fuhan suppressed his joy, accepted the teacup, and thanked him.

He tilted his head back to drink his tea when suddenly a pair of soft hands landed on his waist and encircled him.

Shen Fuhan froze, somewhat incredulous. A Yue actually took the initiative to hug him?

His hands were in such a panic that he didn't know what to do with them, just like on his wedding night; he could only force himself to calm down.

Wen Jiayue pressed her face against his chest, listening to his unusually rapid heartbeat.

She asked softly, "Shen Fuhan, do you still want me?"

Does the fact that he wore the wooden hairpin and jade pendant she gave him prove that he doesn't care at all?

So Wen Jiayue mustered up her courage and hugged him, asking the question that had been swirling in her mind for a long time.

Her answer was the crisp sound of a teacup hitting the ground, and hands that tightened around her waist.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" His kisses landed gently on her hair. "You are my wife, always have been."

Wen Jiayue finally felt a sense of relief and buried her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

Shen Fuhan gently patted her back and whispered comfortingly, "It's all in the past, it's all in the past..."

The most important thing is her; as long as she's alright, that's enough.

"I was so scared, so scared," Wen Jiayue choked out. "Why didn't you say so sooner? Why did you have to be so mysterious!"

"It's my fault. I was afraid of scaring you, so I kept my distance from you," Shen Fuhan patted her back gently. "It's my fault."

Wen Jiayue choked up and said, "Pei Huaijin and I have never had any marital relations."

“It doesn’t matter,” Shen Fuhan hugged her tighter. “I’ve never cared.”

"But you're always jealous..."

“Jealousy is one thing, but it’s another,” Shen Fuhan explained. “I even thought that it wouldn’t matter if you were pregnant with his child, as long as you are safe and sound, and that one day you can be reunited with me and Zhaozhao.”

Wen Jiayue couldn't help but burst into tears, saying, "What kind of man are you?"

“Now that you’ve seen it,” Shen Fuhan wiped away her tears, “I don’t care about that at all. I only care whether you’ve been hungry and cold, whether you’ve been worried and scared, and whether you’ve missed me and Zhaozhao.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Jiayue felt her legs being hugged. Shen Fuhan also felt it, and the two looked down.

Zhao Zhao hugged one of their legs, looking at them with a wronged expression and a puzzled look.

She didn't quite understand why her parents ignored her as soon as they met.

Shen Fuhan bent down and picked up his daughter. Zhao Zhao leaned over and hugged Wen Jiayue's neck, saying in a childish voice, "Mommy, hug me."

Wen Jiayue then took her into her arms and hugged her tightly.

She replied, "I can't bear to think about you, or I'll burst into tears."

"So A-Yue had been saving up her tears all this time? She cried as soon as she saw us."

Shen Fuhan wiped away the tears streaming down her face again, his tone teasing.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Wen Jiayue chuckled, "Husband, don't tease me."

"Finally, you're willing to call me husband?"

Wen Jiayue said solemnly, "Thank you, my husband, for saving me."

Shen Fuhan gazed at her for a moment, then gently kissed her forehead.

"Thank you, Yue, for coming back to me."