nashuaworldcup Chapter 286 is not an act
Chapter 286 is not an act
Chapter 286 It's Not an Act
The lantern illuminated the flower-lined path, casting a dim, yellowish glow, leaving only silence along the way.
Wen Jiayue glanced at Shen Fuhan. His expression was indifferent, and the cold moonlight fell on his handsome profile, making him appear even more aloof.
He kept his eyes straight ahead, but the moment she looked at him, he lowered his gaze and caught her red-handed.
Wen Jiayue subconsciously looked away.
He asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
"It's nothing," Wen Jiayue shook her head, and after a long while said, "My lord, don't be sad."
She was at a loss for words because she wasn't saddened by the old lady's illness, so she naturally couldn't empathize with Shen Fuhan's emotions.
After all, they were grandmother and grandson, and Shen Fuhan had always been filial. Although she was the trigger for the old lady's two relapses, he was ultimately responsible for her illness to some extent. He must have felt guilty...
"There's nothing to be sad about."
Wen Jiayue heard Shen Fuhan's indifferent voice from beside her ear, and wondered if she was hallucinating. She looked up in astonishment.
She asked, "What did you say?"
Shen Fuhan didn't say anything, but just gripped her hand even tighter.
They held hands all the way, and Wen Jiayue was getting used to it.
Only when he held her hand tightly again did she finally remember.
She pursed her lips and said, "We're almost there, Lord Marquis, please let go."
Shen Fuhan didn't answer, but instead asked, "Would you like to try on the ceremonial robes?"
Wen Jiayue frowned at him. Although she was a little excited, it was so late, and she didn't want to change her clothes again.
Moreover, the old lady is ill. It's one thing for her not to be sad, but to be trying on clothes so happily. If word gets out, people will gossip.
She pursed her lips and said, "My lord, please don't harm me."
He asked, puzzled, "How did I hurt you?"
Wen Jiayue explained her reasons.
“I didn’t think that much about it,” Shen Fuhan said, looking at her. “From today onwards, you are a fourth-rank lady-in-waiting, which should be a cause for celebration.”
However, due to my grandmother's illness, this matter had to be put on hold for the time being.
Wen Jiayue shook her head: "No need, I don't like crowds anyway."
Seeing that she really didn't want to, Shen Fuhan didn't bring it up again.
Back in the bedroom, Shen Fuhan finally let go of her hand.
"Go and wash up."
Wen Jiayue rotated her slightly stiff wrist, and Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did it hurt from gripping so tightly?"
She was about to say no, but then changed her mind and said, "There is a little bit, but please don't do that again, Lord Marquis."
"What kind?"
"Of course you can hold my hand in public," Wen Jiayue asked. "What if someone sees us?"
"It's just holding hands. Besides, what's wrong with couples being a little intimate?"
His boastful words made Wen Jiayue's face flush red.
What does it matter? It matters a lot.
Even if Shen Fuhan wanted to put on a show of affection, what was there to pretend in front of the Shen family?
Are you suggesting we use them as practice subjects so we can subtly show affection in front of others later?
“I don’t like this,” Wen Jiayue said, frowning. “It’s like acting.”
Shen Fuhan's face immediately turned cold. She actually thought this was all an act?
The air pressure around her dropped, and Wen Jiayue immediately sensed something was wrong and instinctively tried to leave.
With his long arms and legs, Shen Fuhan caught her and brought her back in just a few steps.
Wen Jiayue's eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked up at him, only to find that he had changed his demeanor, becoming gentle and composed.
Shen Fuhan stroked her face and said softly, "A-Yue, this isn't an act."
"Then, what is that?"
Shen Fuhan frowned as he looked at her confused expression.
"You really don't understand?"
Wen Jiayue frowned as well. She really didn't understand. Couldn't he just say it directly?
She ran out of patience, called Ruyi who was outside the door, and turned to go to the washroom.
Shen Fuhan watched her retreating figure, then reached out and pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was she always so unmoved?
In the washroom, if you see that Madam Ru is in a bad mood, you might assume it's because of the old lady and try to cheer her up.
"Madam, don't be upset about other people's affairs. You've just been granted an imperial title, so smile."
Ruyi only had eyes for her mistress. In her opinion, the old lady was so mean to her mistress that she shouldn't be sad.
Wen Jiayue suddenly realized, "Yes, why did she let Shen Fuhan's words and actions cause her to overthink and affect her emotions?"
Now that she holds an imperial title, she should be happy.
“You’re right,” Wen Jiayue exhaled a breath of stale air, “I was just being stubborn.”
After washing up, she came out in a good mood.
Shen Fuhan put down the book in his hand and glanced at her in surprise.
Wen Jiayue ignored him and continued applying perfume to her face.
After she carried Zhao Zhao to the bed, Shen Fuhan returned.
While frantically flipping through Shen Fuhan's books, Zhao Zhao glanced at him and called out, "Father."
Children don't know their own strength, and this book was tattered. Wen Jiayue was worried that it was a rare copy and that Zhaozhao might damage it, so she prepared to stop him.
Shen Fuhan said, "Let her play."
Wen Jiayue: "...Play?"
Is he spoiling Zhao Zhao too much?
"It's just a book for leisure reading, it won't cause any trouble."
Wen Jiayue picked up the book and glanced at it. It was a work by a famous author, priceless and hard to find, but in Shen Fuhan's words, it had become a leisurely book that Zhaozhao could play with at will.
She had to speak up: "My lord, you can't spoil Zhaozhao like this."
"Is this considered spoiling?" Shen Fuhan thought for a moment. "If you want to play, you can play too."
Wen Jiayue: "...?"
She's not a child anymore, why would she play with books?
She glanced at him, puzzled, took the book from Zhao Zhao's hands, and casually handed her the Nine Linked Rings.
Zhao Zhao didn't make a fuss. She just swung the nine-linked rings around, making a series of sounds that were even crisper than the sound of turning pages.
Wen Jiayue felt it was getting a bit noisy. If they kept playing like this, wouldn't Zhao Zhao get more and more excited and when would she be able to fall asleep?
Before she could stop him, Shen Fuhan took Zhao Zhao's small hand.
Zhao Zhao looked up in confusion: "Father?"
“You should go to sleep now, you can play again tomorrow,” Shen Fuhan said seriously. “Otherwise your mother will get angry. She’s been unpredictable lately, so don’t provoke her.”
Wen Jiayue glared at him. How was she moody?
Zhao Zhao blinked and looked at her mother.
Wen Jiayue quickly composed herself and said softly, "Zhaozhao, don't listen to his nonsense. Your mother has a very good temper."
Zhao Zhao tilted her head: "Mother, hello."
Wen Jiayue said with satisfaction, "You said it, Daddy is bad."
Before Zhao Zhao could speak, Shen Fuhan asked, "What's wrong with it?"
Wen Jiayue also said seriously, "I was just teaching Zhaozhao how to speak, Lord Marquis, please don't overthink it."
“I’m going to think about it more,” Shen Fuhan leaned forward, “call me Brother Fuhan and I’ll stop thinking about it.”
"Then you should think twice!" Wen Jiayue said defiantly. "I'm not calling you that."
Anyway, Zhao Zhao is still awake, her big eyes darting around, watching them curiously, so Shen Fuhan won't do anything reckless.
Unexpectedly, as if knowing her thoughts, Shen Fuhan casually covered her daughter's eyes.
Zhao Zhao thought her father was playing with her, so she waved her little hands around and laughed loudly.
Amidst the innocent laughter, Shen Fuhan kissed her lips.
In an instant, all the noise faded away, leaving only beauty.