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Chapter 376 Cherished in My Heart

"Pay attention?" Shen Fuhan repeated in a low voice, then asked, "What do you mean by 'pay attention'?"

Seeing that he avoided answering, Wen Jiayue glared at him and said, "I don't know either."

If you don't want to answer, fine, but don't pretend you don't understand.

Feeling embarrassed and unable to eat any more, she got up and left, saying, "I'm full."

She walked out, and soon after, she heard footsteps behind her.

She pursed her lips and strode towards the bedroom, intending to shut Shen Fuhan out, but he easily pushed her aside and slipped inside.

"Why is A-Yue so temperamental?" Shen Fuhan hugged her. "I didn't say I wouldn't answer."

"Then why did you ask me that?" Wen Jiayue tried to break free. "I'm not a mind reader, how would I know what you're thinking?"

Shen Fuhan didn't care about her ticklish strength at all, and explained with a low laugh, "I just wanted you to change your words, but who knew you would just leave."

Wen Jiayue's lips moved a few times, wanting to ask what the word was, but not wanting to fall into his trap, she didn't say a word.

"Do you know what I want you to change to?" Shen Fuhan gently kissed her cheek. "It's liking."

Wen Jiayue was stunned for a moment, then realized that her face was slowly getting hot, so she simply buried her face in his chest.

She said in a muffled voice, "I didn't ask that."

She did intend to say that, but because Shen Fuhan had never said such a thing before, she changed her words before speaking.

“Yes, A-Yue’s question is correct,” Shen Fuhan readily corrected himself, “It’s about paying attention.”

Wen Jiayue was a little annoyed. His attitude kept changing. What was he trying to say?

She seemed to be filled with anxiety again, while Shen Fuhan remained as composed as ever, just like in her previous life.

While she was lost in thought, Shen Fuhan carried her to sit down on the couch.

He then continued, "I started paying attention to you on our wedding day, of course."

Wen Jiayue immediately retorted, "I don't believe it."

During their honeymoon, he was cold and distant, seemingly unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, and this attitude remained unchanged every day afterward.

"Why didn't you believe me?" Shen Fuhan recalled. "I was quite nervous."

Wen Jiayue: "..."

He gave an example: "When we were drinking the nuptial wine, my wine spilled."

Wen Jiayue looked at him in confusion. How come she didn't know?

“Of course I can’t let you know,” Shen Fuhan said. “I’ve concealed it very well.”

He had never been so close to a girl before, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. In a moment of distraction, he spilled his wine, which ran down his chin.

Before she put down her wine cup, he wiped it lightly with his sleeve so she wouldn't see.

Wen Jiayue was still skeptical: "Did you make this up? And why would this prove you're paying attention to me?"

“This example clearly shows that I’m nervous…” Shen Fuhan chuckled again, “Never mind, I’ll change into another one.”

After thinking for a moment, he said, "That day I even had the kitchen prepare dinner. I came back while you were eating."

Wen Jiayue nodded.

"You didn't dare to look up, but if you glanced in my direction, you would have noticed that I've been secretly watching you."

"peep?"

Shen Fuhan nodded calmly.

Why use the word "peeping"?

"I was just peeping anyway, and I plan to look away as soon as you start to look up."

Wen Jiayue hesitated for a moment before asking, "What were you thinking at the time?"

"I'm thinking... why does my new wife look so docile and timid when she eats? She stops instinctively at the slightest sound. How am I supposed to consummate our marriage later?"

He spoke with a smile, and Wen Jiayue couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or lying.

She blushed and said, "Speak seriously."

"Does smiling mean you're not serious?" Shen Fuhan hugged her tighter. "It's just that I suddenly remembered our wedding night, and I felt joy in my heart."

He paused for a moment, then added, "That day I was thinking about something else."

Wen Jiayue looked at him warily. Was this something serious?

She was prepared to cover his mouth if anything seemed amiss, but Shen Fuhan said instead, "I am grateful to my father for being saved by your mother after his injury sixteen years ago, which is why I have such a good marriage."

Wen Jiayue was taken aback: "My mother?"

Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "The person who saved my father was your mother."

Wen Jiayue said in astonishment, "But my father said he was the one who saved him..."

Moreover, the timing didn't match up; her birth mother died in childbirth, and the betrothal was arranged after she was born.

"That's what he actually told you?"

Shen Fuhan said with displeasure, "Your father has always been a coward who is afraid of death. He clearly did not want to save you. It was your mother, who was eight months pregnant, who decided to save you. He only helped you after seeing my father's badge."

Wen Jiayue was stunned for a long time. Was that really the case?

"Then how did you determine that I am a girl and can marry you?"

Shen Fuhan said, "If you are a man, then marry my third sister."

Wen Jiayue's birth mother asked for nothing in return; the suggestion was made by Wen's father in order to climb the social ladder of the Jing'an Marquis's family.

Since it was about repaying a debt of gratitude, it didn't matter which of the couple brought it up, so Mr. Shen agreed.

Before going to the battlefield, Shen's father would write a will each time, telling him that he must keep his promise and marry the eldest daughter of the Wen family.

At that time, he thought it didn't matter who he married. Since the Wen family had been kind to the Shen family, he would marry them.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly cold-hearted man would, through their daily interactions, cherish his wife deeply.

Wen Jiayue suddenly remembered something else: "Is it you who pays homage to my mother every year?"

Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow and asked, "How did you know?"

“I visited my mother this year,” Wen Jiayue explained. “I thought it would be overgrown with weeds, but it was surprisingly clean and there were fresh offerings on display.”

She asked, "Do you go every year?"

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly.

"Why...didn't you invite me along?"

"After all, it's your birthday, and you've never mentioned it before."

Wen Jiayue bit her lip. It was her fault before; she had mistakenly treated the seemingly compassionate Zhang as her own mother.

She looked up at Shen Fuhan and said, "Next time, my husband, please come with me."

Shen Fuhan touched her face: "Okay."

"Was everything resolved by then?"

"Yeah, I promise."

His resolute tone stemmed from the image of Pei Huaijin's face in his mind, yet he seemed somewhat uncertain.

Not knowing Pei Huaijin's thoughts, he felt uneasy.

However, one cannot do two things at once. Things must be dealt with one by one. First, deal with the eldest princess, and then slowly make plans.