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

Chapter 308 I want you

Wen Jiayue stared at Shen Fuhan in shock.

He actually managed to send someone to find the poison while Wen Ruohuan was away from the mansion, and then so quickly replaced it with something else.

What a clever trick of substitution!

Shen Fuhan calmly put the small porcelain bottle into his sleeve.

"Well done."

Upon hearing his praise, Ling He quickly replied gratefully, "Your Excellency is too kind."

Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "You can go now."

Even after Ling He had walked several steps away, Wen Jiayue was still in shock.

The poisoning incident that had troubled her for so long was resolved so easily by Shen Fuhan, who solved the most crucial part of the problem.

Wen Jiayue couldn't help but look at him, but why didn't Shen Fuhan know about Li Zhilan's plan in her previous life?

Could it be because he left in too much of a hurry?

Or perhaps Li Zhilan suddenly wanted to poison her, so he did it?

Both of these reasons are valid.

The former, Shen Fuhan met someone that night and left in haste, disappearing without a trace ever since.

If Li Zhilan had carefully planned the latter, Shen Fuhan would surely have discovered the clues, since he had been sending people to monitor her all along.

Only by striking unexpectedly and catching her off guard can you strike the right target.

Or perhaps... the combination of the two gave Li Zhilan the perfect opportunity, and if he didn't act now, when would he?

But no matter which one it is, she may never know the answer.

Fortunately, she was given a second chance at life, and this time she will not die easily again.

Wen Jiayue gently exhaled a breath of stale air and said earnestly, "Thank you, Lord Marquis."

Shen Fuhan ignored her and just looked at her with displeasure.

Wen Jiayue looked at him with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong, Lord Marquis?"

"Lord Marquis?" Shen Fuhan snorted. "I've gone to such lengths, and I still can't earn a single word of 'husband' in return?"

Wen Jiayue then realized what he was worried about, and could only say, "Thank you, my husband."

Shen Fuhan commented, "It's not sincere enough."

Wen Jiayue felt a little embarrassed; her earlier address had indeed sounded somewhat stiff. So this time, she said solemnly, "Thank you, my husband."

Shen Fuhan commented again: "Too serious."

Wen Jiayue: "...?"

She asked patiently, "What kind of person does Your Excellency desire?"

Shen Fuhan looked at her calmly and said, word by word, "I want you to always call me husband."

When he said "I want you," he paused for a moment, and Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat.

She stammered, "I...I...can."

Shen Fuhan paused. Was he really that unwilling?

But that's okay, you'll get used to it after you say it a few times.

He will always be her husband, and no one can change that.

Wen Jiayue lowered her head in annoyance. Why did she agree to him?

But upon closer reflection, the truth about her past life has come to light. She had misunderstood him; it was just a matter of using the same term of address as before. She hadn't lost anything.

But she no longer seems to be able to call him "husband" in the sweet, tender way she used to; she can only do it in a rigid, routine manner.

In her eyes, the affectionate term "husband" was no different from "lord".

The sudden silence was quickly broken when Wen Ruohuan walked over cheerfully, carrying a basket of osmanthus flowers.

But she was wearing a dignified and elegant bamboo-green ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), making her actions seem out of place.

Shen Fuhan glanced at it only once before looking away. It was such a waste that A-Yue was wearing her clothes.

In Wen Ruohuan's eyes, this action was interpreted as her brother-in-law being amazed by her lively appearance, so he was too embarrassed to look at her.

A surge of joy filled her heart. She confidently puffed out her chest, raised her head, and said with a beaming smile, "Sister and brother-in-law, look how many osmanthus flowers I've picked!"

Wen Jiayue smiled gently: "Huan'er, you've worked hard."

"It's not hard work. It's worth it so that my sister can drink osmanthus wine as soon as possible."

Wen Ruohuan spoke with heartfelt sincerity, but in her heart she hoped that by the time the osmanthus wine was ready, Wen Jiayue would already be buried.

After Wen Jiayue dies, she will find another opportunity to drug the Princess and kill her silently.

Whether it's one or two years, or ten or twenty years, she can wait.

Perhaps before she could successfully drug the princess, her brother-in-law would have already grown tired of the aging princess and doted on her alone.

In short, her brother-in-law will belong to her sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Wen Ruohuan was so excited that her blood boiled.

"Huan'er, why is your face so red?" Wen Jiayue feigned concern. "Are you tired?"

Wen Ruohuan snapped out of her daze and quickly said, "I'm not tired, sister and brother-in-law, let's continue shopping."

“I have something to attend to,” Shen Fuhan stood up, “I’ll go back to my study first.”

Now that he had the poison in his hands, he no longer needed to act.

Wen Ruohuan's expression froze instantly, and then she suddenly realized what was going on.

She finally got to spend so much time with her brother-in-law, but she wasted it picking osmanthus flowers!

But it doesn't matter, she'll have plenty of opportunities to get closer to her brother-in-law in the future.

Thinking of this, Wen Ruohuan barely suppressed her irritation and obediently said, "Okay, brother-in-law, go ahead and get busy. I should go back to the Wen residence now."

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly and left.

Since Shen Fuhan wasn't there, Wen Jiayue knew she wouldn't stay long, but she still pretended to try to persuade her to stay, saying, "Huan'er, why don't you stay a little longer? I haven't had a private chat with you yet."

Wen Ruohuan scoffed inwardly. What's there to say? Save it for when you go to the underworld and tell King Yama!

But he said, "I have to go back and brew wine for my sister and brother-in-law, so you can drink it as soon as possible."

Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "Alright, since you've been keeping this in mind, I won't keep you any longer."

Wen Ruohuan took the opportunity to arrange a next meeting.

"I'll bring the wine over in a few days, and then I can catch up with my sister."

Wen Jiayue replied, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

After seeing Wen Ruohuan off, Wen Jiayue's smile slowly faded as she watched her retreating figure.

"Let's go back too."

Dealing with Wen Ruohuan was truly exhausting. Wen Jiayue pushed open the bedroom door wearily.

Unexpectedly, Shen Fuhan, who should have gone to the study, was sitting on the long couch, playing with a small porcelain bottle, looking thoughtful.

Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "Why didn't the Marquis go to the study?"

Shen Fuhan looked at her without saying a word.

Wen Jiayue then realized that she had forgotten to change her form of address and quickly said, "Husband."

Shen Fuhan nodded and explained, "Nothing happened today."

Wen Jiayue looked at the small porcelain bottle: "Husband, won't you go and study this bottle of poison?"

She was genuinely curious about just how potent the poison that had so easily killed her in her past life was.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then asked, "You really want me to leave?"

Wen Jiayue was taken aback. What did she mean by that?

Before she could answer, Shen Fuhan asked a series of questions.

"Is it uncomfortable to be with me?"

"I am your husband, who else do you want to be with?"

"When I call you A-Yue, aren't you happy?"