nashuaworldcup Chapter 279 Call him Brother Fuhan
Chapter 279 Call him Brother Fuhan
Chapter 279 Calling Fu Han Brother
Wen Jiayue felt like she was having a blissful dream.
In her dream, Shen Fuhan was extremely gentle, and he would always ask for her opinion before doing anything.
Wen Jiayue had never seen Shen Fuhan like this before.
But being too gentle is also a form of torment; she sobbed, "My husband..."
Shen Fuhan brushed aside her sweaty hair and coaxed, "A-Yue, call my name."
Wen Jiayue's lips parted slightly, her brows furrowed, and she remained silent. This state of being stuck in limbo was extremely uncomfortable for her.
Shen Fuhan pecked her lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Call me Brother Fuhan."
Even though he disliked such cloying nicknames, he wanted everything Pei Huaijin had.
Wen Jiayue's gaze was unfocused. What brother?
She couldn't remember, so she stopped worrying about it and pleaded, "Husband, please don't do this."
Shen Fuhan's expression turned slightly cold. Why wouldn't she call out?
He took a deep breath and continued, "Call me Brother Fuhan, and I will grant your wish."
Wen Jiayue didn't hesitate at all: "Brother Fuhan... um..."
She didn't have time to think about why he made her call him that, and instinctively hugged him tighter.
As they floated and sank, Shen Fuhan stared at her.
With relaxed eyebrows and slightly parted lips, she was so beautiful and charming.
He hadn't seen her like this in a long time; she always frowned, as if resisting his advances.
She only showed that expression because he had become gentle.
If someone else had treated her like this...
Thinking of Pei Huaijin, Shen Fuhan's eyes darkened, his resentment growing stronger.
Finally it was over. Wen Jiayue went limp and lay in his arms, breathing softly.
Shen Fuhan gently patted her back, his movements soft, but his expression was solemn.
She actually agreed, without even the slightest hesitation, breaking a year-long rule.
All of this was because he pretended to be gentle.
Shen Fuhan looked at Wen Jiayue with a complicated expression. Had she really never liked the real him? Had she never felt even a spark of attraction?
She smiled, her breathing gradually became steady, and she fell asleep.
Shen Fuhan was left alone, gazing at the moonlight, remaining motionless for a long time.
Many thoughts flashed through his mind. He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, picked up Wen Jiayue, and headed to the washroom.
She was still sleeping soundly, only nuzzling against his neck affectionately before letting him do as he pleased.
Shen Fuhan thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being completely trusted by her.
But whenever he thought about the reason, he felt a little short of breath.
After washing her, Shen Fuhan tucked her into bed and covered her with the blanket.
He gazed at the cold moonlight, unable to sleep all night.
There was something he thought about all night.
Undeniably, he was attached to and dependent on Wen Jiayue, but if he wanted to have her again, he had to continue pretending.
camouflage……
Shen Fuhan gave a self-deprecating laugh. How long could he keep up the pretense?
If something is fake, it will eventually be exposed.
On the day the truth is fully revealed, it will be clear whether she will hate him more or like him more.
He spent an entire night and day pondering a choice between two options.
Finally, as his shift was about to end, he made a decision: he would stop pretending.
He is an indifferent and aloof person by nature. What's the point of forcing himself to be gentle and considerate? A fake is a fake.
Enduring all sorts of discomfort to become another person is simply not his style.
Thinking this, Shen Fuhan's expression became even colder after returning to the manor.
In the courtyard, Wen Jiayue and Shen Chengyao were practicing martial arts.
He stood there for a moment before stepping forward and taking Wen Jiayue's hand.
“My lord,” Wen Jiayue said, not daring to look at him, “you’re back.”
When she woke up this morning, memories of last night flooded her mind, making her feel both anxious and ashamed.
How did she fall for his trick, without even a moment's hesitation, and spend two days with him like that...?
Why do you seem so weak and listless?
A deep, gentle voice came to her ears, and Wen Jiayue came back to her senses, subconsciously saying, "It's all your fault."
She definitely wouldn't have said that before; it sounded like she was being petulant.
But Shen Fuhan's voice was as gentle as yesterday, so she inexplicably blurted out what was on her mind.
"Hmm, it's my fault," Shen Fuhan said, gently rubbing her wrist. "Does it hurt?"
For some reason, Wen Jiayue felt that there was a hint of pride and doting in his tone.
She said awkwardly, "My lord, please don't do this."
She couldn't ignore Shen Funian's excited gaze; she didn't want to flirt in front of everyone.
Wen Jiayue thought for a long time and could only come up with this one word.
I never expected that these four words would appear on her and Shen Fuhan.
The ideals of mutual respect and harmony are more suitable for them.
"Focus," Shen Fuhan changed his mind again, "but if you get tired, you can stop learning today, whatever you say."
His thoughtfulness startled Wen Jiayue.
Since last night, Shen Fuhan has been incredibly considerate, which she finds hard to handle.
She managed to calmly finish learning, but in reality, she hadn't memorized a single new move, and walked unsteadily toward Shen Funian.
Shen Funian clicked her tongue in amazement: "Watching this makes me want to find a man. You two have to compensate me for my losses."
Wen Jiayue glared at her: "What did you lose?"
“I lost a hundred heartbeats,” Shen Funian said confidently. “You have no idea how fast my heart was beating just now. My heart almost couldn’t hold on.”
Wen Jiayue didn't banter with her. She sat on the recliner, but her gaze unconsciously drifted towards Shen Fuhan.
He was just as patient when teaching Yao'er, and no longer had a cold face.
His sharp features softened in an instant; this side of Shen Fuhan was truly...
Wen Jiayue quickly stopped herself; she was lost in thought.
She looked away, but Shen Fuhan looked at her.
The gentler one's expression, the worse their inner emotions.
He seemed to have lost control of himself. The moment he saw her, he subconsciously showed the side of her that she liked, wanting her gaze to linger on him.
He knew what she liked, so he took advantage of it, even if it went against the conclusion he had pondered for a whole day and night.
A fierce internal struggle raged within me, my very soul felt like it was being torn in two, and I was at a loss for what to do.
He knew he shouldn't do this, but he couldn't control himself.
When Wen Jiayue looked at him again, he tried to appear indifferent, but his expression softened.
He gave her a slight smile, and she saw her eyelashes tremble slightly, and she lowered her gaze in a panic.
In an instant, Shen Fuhan threw reason to the back of his mind.
He wanted her to look at him, to have only him in her eyes.
No matter what method you use.