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Chapter 404 The condition worsens

"Make the floor heating in the bedroom even hotter."

"The blankets are too thin. Change them to thicker ones and add another one."

"Always keep hot water on hand; we absolutely cannot run out."

"Also, tidy up the side rooms in the main courtyard and invite Elder Qian to come and stay, ready to serve at any time."

Wen Jiayue gave instructions on various matters, and the maids and servants were busy running around.

Seeing that she didn't even have time to catch her breath, Shen Fuhan helplessly pulled her into his arms.

"It's alright, cough cough... I'm not cold."

Wen Jiayue shook her head. She had been through it and knew how cold it would be at the beginning.

Moreover, it was August, and even with two thick quilts, she couldn't ward off the bone-chilling cold.

It's almost the dead of winter, and Shen Fuhan will only get colder.

“You’re coughing so badly, you must be cold,” Wen Jiayue said, frowning. “Just listen to me, don’t say anything.”

Shen Fuhan sighed, as if the sound had gone down his throat, and coughed heavily a few times, his face turning red from coughing.

Although Wen Jiayue was anxious, she was helpless and could only touch his forehead with concern. Fortunately, it wasn't too hot.

Shen Fuhan grasped her hand, about to speak, when suddenly the old lady's anxious voice came from outside.

"Fuhan, my dear grandson, let your grandmother see what's wrong with you?"

Shen Fuhan frowned and looked at Wen Jiayue.

"Ah Yue, do you want to see her?"

If he didn't want to, he would find an excuse to send his grandmother back.

Wen Jiayue said softly, "Grandmother must have heard the news and came to visit you. You don't need to ask my opinion."

Even if they disagree, they are still grandparents and grandchildren. Shen Fuhan was poisoned, and it's normal for the old lady to come and visit him out of love for her grandson.

Moreover, if we don't let the old lady in, given her personality, she'll definitely come every day from now on. It's better to just agree directly and avoid future trouble.

Seeing her magnanimity, Shen Fuhan nodded and let the person in.

He made up his mind that if his grandmother said anything that displeased him and Wen Jiayue, he would immediately ask her to leave.

Before long, the old lady, supported by Zhao Mama, walked in quickly.

"Fuhan, Fuhan," she cried, tears streaming down her face, "How could you have suffered so much! Our Shen family is already small; if something happens to you, how am I supposed to live!"

Just as Shen Fuhan was about to open his mouth, he began to cough heavily, veins bulging on his forehead, looking quite serious.

The old lady was startled: "Fuhan, weren't you poisoned? You look like you've caught a cold!"

She spent her days recuperating at Ninghui Hall and hardly concerned herself with outside affairs. Shen Fuhan also intentionally kept it from her, so it was only two or three days after the poisoning that he learned the general outline of the situation.

Shen Fuhan coughed so hard he couldn't speak. Wen Jiayue poured him tea while explaining, "These are the symptoms of the Bone-Corroding Powder. It looks like a cold, but it's actually poisoning."

The old lady became angry when she saw her, and snorted heavily: "Your sister poisoned me, how could you have the nerve to do that..."

Before she could finish speaking, Granny Zhao tugged at her sleeve.

The old lady then realized that she couldn't scold Wen Jiayue anymore, otherwise her grandson would only become more annoyed with her as his grandmother. Last time, he even said he wanted to send her back to his hometown.

For the sake of her wealth and status, she certainly couldn't go back. She could only temporarily support Wen Jiayue and wait for her beloved grandson to treat her with the same respect as before.

However, the poison was administered by Wen Jiayue's sister. If Wen Jiayue knew any sense of propriety and shame, she should have died of shame!

But her grandson still kept her by his side, clearly not taking it seriously at all!

The old lady glared at Wen Jiayue in private. What a vixen! She wondered what tricks she had used to bewitch her usually well-behaved grandson.

She was furious, but after taking a deep breath, she desperately held back her anger.

"Fine, I won't hold it against you," the old lady said, feigning magnanimity. "This is what your sister did, it has nothing to do with you. Just take good care of your lord."

Wen Jiayue didn't reply, but patted Shen Fuhan on the back.

The old lady got even angrier, ignoring what her elders were saying. People from humble backgrounds have no manners!

Granny Zhao quickly pulled the old lady back, fearing that she might hit someone in a fit of anger.

Shen Fuhan finished coughing, took the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, which calmed him down a bit.

"If there's nothing else, Grandmother, please go back now. I'll visit you again after I recover."

He had said too much in one breath, and he couldn't help but cough a few times.

The old lady was both angry and distressed: "Your wife is so young and doesn't know how to take good care of people. I will take care of you myself tonight, and you will definitely recover by tomorrow!"

Shen Fuhan frowned, knowing there was no point in saying more, and simply told Si Bai to ask her to leave.

"Grandma, take care."

"Hey, Fuhan, Fuhan! What are you doing..."

As the door closed, the old lady's voice gradually became indistinct.

Shen Fuhan looked at Wen Jiayue, feeling somewhat regretful.

He apologized softly, "I'm sorry, Yue, please don't take it to heart. I won't let Grandma in again."

Wen Jiayue didn't care at all. She hadn't had any expectations of the old lady anyway, and it was already good enough that she hadn't been scolded to her face.

She let the old lady into the room simply to maintain the bond between grandmother and granddaughter; seeing the person was enough.

She tried to ease the tension by smiling and saying, "Grandmother didn't say anything wrong. I am young."

Shen Fuhan touched her face: "Hmm, A-Yue is young, but I wonder how many years older I'll age after this illness..."

He started coughing again, and Wen Jiayue was both anxious and angry: "Don't talk anymore!"

After calming down, Shen Fuhan insisted, "What if we're even less worthy of A-Yue then?"

“Then I’ll remarry and make Zhao Zhao call someone else ‘father’,” Wen Jiayue angrily pinched his mouth. “You’re not allowed to speak, otherwise you’ll look a few years older from coughing and won’t be good enough for me.”

Although he was ill, he still had the strength to easily remove her hand and hold it in his own.

"Okay, I'm obedient."

"...You still dare to talk!"

Shen Fuhan chuckled, grasped her wrist with his left hand, opened her palm with his right hand, and lowered his eyes to write.

A tingling, numb sensation ran through Wen Jiayue's palms, and she couldn't help but curl her fingertips, feeling somewhat flustered.

At first, I could follow his strokes, but I couldn't spell out a complete word, and I didn't even know what he had written.

He stopped what he was doing and looked up at her.

Wen Jiayue said with dissatisfaction, "You wrote too fast, I couldn't see it clearly, write it again."

Shen Fuhan then lowered his head and wrote it out stroke by stroke.

Wen Jiayue focused her attention and guessed, "So...cute?"

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly, his gaze fixed intently on her.

“You clearly wrote two characters just now,” Wen Jiayue said, her face slightly flushed. “You’re lying.”

Shen Fuhan chuckled again; he hadn't been fooled after all.

He then rewrote it.

Wen Jiayue murmured, "So...fierce?"

She pursed her lips: "Where am I being fierce? You're slandering me."

Shen Fuhan hugged her tightly, as if he were apologizing, or as if he only wanted to hold her for a moment.

A tender feeling lingered between them. Wen Jiayue slowly closed her eyes and hugged him back.