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Chapter 263 The Hidden Matters

Zhao Zhao looked at her father and mother with curiosity.

I don't quite understand why Mother suddenly sat on Father's lap, and the two of them didn't move at all.

She thought it was a fun game, so she quietly climbed up and sat on her mother's lap.

Wen Jiayue snapped out of her daze, looked down and saw her daughter's clear eyes. Her face flushed, and she immediately prepared to go downstairs.

Shen Fuhan wouldn't let her move, wrapping his arms around Zhaozhao and enveloping her in them.

Wen Jiayue said anxiously, "My lord, please don't do this. Zhaozhao is watching."

"What's wrong with me?" Shen Fuhan sighed softly. "I just want you to call me 'husband'."

He didn't understand why she always addressed him as "Lord Marquis" like everyone else, and only said what she wanted to hear when he pressed her at night.

He used to not care, and thought that the repeated use of the word "husband" was something only he could hear, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Now he didn't want it to be like that anymore. Every time he called her "Lord Marquis," he felt that she was getting a little further away from him.

Wen Jiayue didn't understand why he was suddenly so insistent on this title, and said angrily, "Husband, husband, husband, is this enough?"

Shen Fuhan buried his face in her shoulder and sighed softly, but said nothing more and let go of her hand.

Wen Jiayue tucked Zhaozhao into bed and coaxed her to sleep.

Zhao Zhao looked at her for a while, as if she knew she was in a bad mood, and kissed her on the cheek.

Wen Jiayue smiled gently: "Zhaozhao is so good."

Unlike her father, Wen Jiayue glanced at the man walking towards the bathroom, who was always acting strangely.

After Zhaozhao fell asleep, Shen Fuhan came out.

Wen Jiayue covered her mouth and yawned. As soon as she closed her eyes, she felt that the pillow next to her was empty.

Shen Fuhan carried Zhaozhao into the cradle.

Wen Jiayue was stunned for a moment: "You..."

Shen Fuhan pressed down without saying a word and kissed her lips.

"Well……"

His kiss was unexpectedly fierce. Wen Jiayue frowned, feeling a little scared. What was Shen Fuhan doing now?

Unexpectedly, after kissing her for a moment, he let go of her and pulled her into his arms.

He whispered, "I'm sorry."

Wen Jiayue was stunned. What exactly happened to Shen Fuhan?

Tonight, every word and action of his surprised her; he was nothing like the composed and capable Lord Shen.

Seeing that she was staring at him, Shen Fuhan said, "If you don't want to sleep, I'll continue."

Wen Jiayue immediately closed her eyes.

Shen Fuhan traced her features with his eyes, his mind in turmoil.

He was behaving so strangely, yet she still didn't show him any concern, or even glance at him.

Is she only afraid of him?

“Ah Yue,” he said slowly, “we’ve been married for almost two years.”

Wen Jiayue didn't know what he was trying to do by saying that, so she pretended to be asleep and waited to see what would happen.

“I think we should talk,” he said after a moment’s consideration. “Is there anything you’re unhappy about regarding me?”

Wen Jiayue silently thought to herself, "That's just too much; I couldn't finish talking about it all night."

“I know you’re not asleep,” Shen Fuhan said, his fingertips tracing her face. “If you don’t answer, I’ll continue.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Jiayue was instantly enraged and brushed his hand away.

"One minute you say you don't want to sleep and then you continue, the next minute you say you won't answer and then you continue. Are you going to let me sleep or not?! That's what I'm unhappy about!"

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then asked, "Is there anything else?"

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips, her throat choked with words, but she felt there was no need to say them at all.

Even if she tells him, will he change?

He was just having a casual chat with her, and he'd be back to normal tomorrow, so why should she waste her breath?

“No one is perfect, but Lord Marquis is flawless,” Wen Jiayue said dismissively. “Apart from that, I have no complaints.”

Shen Fuhan asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Without thinking, Wen Jiayue said, "Don't threaten me with this all the time."

"It's not a threat."

"what is that?"

“Yes…” Shen Fuhan said speechlessly, “In any case, I won’t do it again.”

Wen Jiayue chuckled: "I hope so. Can I go to sleep now?"

"No."

Wen Jiayue glared at him: "What else is there?"

"I haven't finished yet," Shen Fuhan paused, "Have you been hiding anything from me?"

Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat, but she avoided answering.

"That's unreasonable! Does it mean I have to ask you and you have to answer me? I'd like to ask you, Lord Marquis, is there anything you're hiding from me?"

Shen Fuhan was silent for a moment, then said, "If I answer, will you answer too?"

Wen Jiayue dared not speak.

She kept the fact of her rebirth a secret from him; there seemed to be nothing else... Oh, and there was also the matter of Brother Dragonfly.

However, the things Shen Fuhan was hiding from her were also somewhat attractive to her. What if it was exactly what she needed? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?

Wen Jiayue decided to stall for time and use this time to think things through.

"But you didn't answer the previous question either. Is there anything you're unhappy about with me?"

"Have."

His answer was crisp and clear, which surprised Wen Jiayue.

She believed she was doing a good enough job as the lady of the Marquis's mansion, and with the experience accumulated from her previous life, she was even more adept at handling many things.

Even the old lady, who was always finding fault, hasn't complained for a long time.

Shen Fuhan actually had something to complain about?

She asked, displeased, "What's wrong?"

“You don’t call me husband.”

Wen Jiayue: "...Does this form of address matter?"

“It didn’t matter before,” Shen Fuhan said, emphasizing each word. “It matters now.”

Wen Jiayue asked blankly, "Why?"

"Because I want to hear it," Shen Fuhan cupped her face, his voice seductive, "A-Yue, shout it again, hmm?"

His handsome face and extremely gentle tone almost captivated Wen Jiayue, but fortunately he pulled her back before she could speak.

She said seriously, "My lord, please continue with the next question."

Beauty can be deceiving, and this applies to women as well. Moreover, he suddenly became so gentle, so Wen Jiayue felt that it was understandable for her to be momentarily distracted.

But Shen Fuhan clearly didn't think so. He gently stroked her face, his eyes growing darker.

Wen Jiayue instinctively sensed danger, but by the time she realized it, it was too late; Shen Fuhan had bitten her lip.

The slight pain made her frown, so he changed his bite to a kiss, gently licking the wound, which felt tingly and numb.

After a while, Shen Fuhan released her, and then let out a thunderous roar.

“My approach to the Princess was not solely for career advancement.”