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Chapter 260 Love

Wen Jiayue stared at Shen Fuhan with curiosity.

Finally, he said something that was pleasing to the ear.

Her gaze was direct and strange, which Shen Fuhan couldn't ignore, so he had no choice but to ask, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing," Wen Jiayue changed the subject. "My head doesn't hurt anymore, let's go to sleep."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then asked, "Are your legs sore?"

Wen Jiayue didn't quite understand: "What?"

"It's nothing," Shen Fuhan coughed lightly, "Go to sleep."

Why is he acting so strangely again? Wen Jiayue glanced at him in confusion, then lay down to sleep.

The next day, Wen Jiayue stood on the ground, dressed neatly, when suddenly her legs went weak.

Shen Fuhan had been watching closely, and upon seeing this, he quickly caught her.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis." Wen Jiayue frowned and muttered, "What happened?"

Shen Fuhan felt a little guilty, but still didn't say anything.

Wen Jiayue then recalled the dream she had last night, in which she kept running. Could it be that she was unconsciously expressing it?

Otherwise, why would Shen Fuhan ask her if her legs were sore?

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue asked hesitantly, "My lord, did I move around recklessly after I got drunk last night?"

Seeing that she had even come up with a reason for him, Shen Fuhan breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement.

"Did you have a dream last night?"

Wen Jiayue then recounted her dream, ending with a disdainful remark: "I don't know what kind of water you splashed on me, it's so sticky and greasy."

Shen Fuhan was silent for a moment, then said, "Your dream is quite realistic."

"What do you mean?"

Shen Fuhan didn't explain: "Go wash up after you've rested. I'll wait for you in the side hall."

Wen Jiayue glanced at him, wondering what kind of riddle he was playing.

Shen Fuhan entered the side hall, where Shen Chengyao was already sitting obediently waiting.

Seeing him approach, she quickly stood up and called out, "Uncle."

Shen Fuhan asked in surprise, "Why so early?"

“I get up very early every day,” Shen Chengyao said. “I get up before dawn.”

"This is utter nonsense." Shen Fuhan frowned.

The child is so young and still growing, how could Third Sister bear to make him get up so early?

Shen Chengyao subconsciously thought his uncle was scolding him, and he was so scared that he hid under the table and trembled.

My mother said that my uncle is terrifying when he's angry; he tries his best to hide himself, as if he wants to disappear on the spot.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then explained, "I wasn't talking about you."

"really?"

“Really,” Shen Fuhan pinched the bridge of his nose, “Get up quickly.”

Shen Chengyao slowly got up, glanced at his uncle's face, and carefully sat on the edge of the armchair.

Shen Fuhan frowned as he watched Shen Funian, who was so young, trying to read people's expressions. How exactly did Shen Funian teach her?

Just as he was about to speak, the wet nurse brought Zhao Zhao over, so he took his daughter first.

Zhao Zhao affectionately rubbed her face against his chin, but stopped abruptly. She cried out and slapped him.

It didn't hurt, but it was very crisp.

The wet nurse hadn't gone far when she saw this and was so frightened that she knelt on the ground. This wasn't something she had taught her to do!

Shen Fuhan dismissed the wet nurse, took his daughter's small hand, and asked helplessly, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Zhao's eyes were brimming with tears. She pouted and pointed to the stubble on his chin, indicating that it was pricking her.

"After we finish our meal, Father will trim it carefully," Shen Fuhan said patiently. "Then Zhaozhao can touch it, okay?"

Zhao Zhao reluctantly turned her head away.

Shen Fuhan smiled and patted her little head. When she sat down, she received an envious look from Shen Chengyao.

He said something truly shocking: "Uncle, you're so good to my sister. I wish you were my dad too."

Shen Fuhan choked. Although children's words are often said without restraint, this taboo seemed a bit too much.

Before he could speak, he heard Shen Chengyao whisper, "Never mind, my uncle is too fierce. I'm fine without a father."

Shen Fuhan found it both amusing and poignant.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Yao'er, what kind of father do you want?"

A face flashed through Shen Chengyao's mind, and without thinking, he said, "Someone like Brother Su Ye will do."

Shen Fuhan raised his eyebrows slightly, not expecting that Yao'er was not at all averse to Su Ye.

He originally thought that it would take time to get the Xiao family to agree to the marriage, and since Yao'er would also need to adjust to suddenly having another father, there was no rush.

The most urgent task is to find Su Ye and get him back to Chang'an.

Unexpectedly, one of the three most difficult issues to resolve was not a problem at all.

Hearing Wen Jiayue's footsteps outside, Shen Fuhan snapped out of his thoughts and ordered the meal to be prepared.

After the meal, Wen Jiayue asked, "Shouldn't we go to Chang Le Yuan?"

Shen Fuhan nodded and looked at Shen Chengyao.

"I...I won't go," Shen Chengyao hurriedly waved his hands, "I'm not going anywhere, Uncle and Aunt, please, I won't go back!"

As he spoke, his voice trembled with sobs, and his eyes were filled with fear.

Wen Jiayue softened her heart a little: "My lord, let's go together."

Shen Fuhan nodded, but did not insist.

As they walked out of the main courtyard, Wen Jiayue casually asked, "Have you figured out how to persuade Third Sister?"

"No."

Wen Jiayue stopped in her tracks: "Then what are we going there for?"

He agreed so readily that she assumed he had already planned it all along.

"When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. There's no need to worry about such trivial matters."

Well, this can be considered another form of confidence, and Wen Jiayue had nothing to say.

Upon arriving at Chang Le Yuan, as expected, they heard Shen Funian scolding the guards.

Wen Jiayue sighed softly and followed Shen Fuhan inside.

Upon seeing them, Shen Funian rushed over, her eyes wide with anger.

"Where is Yao'er? I need to see Yao'er!"

“He’s in the main courtyard,” Shen Fuhan explained calmly. “Once you’ve calmed down, I will naturally let you see him.”

“Where did I lose my composure?” Shen Funian took a deep breath. “I think it was my sister-in-law who lost her composure. She actually forced me to drink yesterday and took the opportunity to take Yao’er away!”

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips. She had indeed acted impulsively. Just as she was about to apologize, Shen Fuhan stopped her.

“Your sister-in-law did the right thing. If Yao’er were still in Chang Le Yuan, he would have been tortured to death by you sooner or later.”

Shen Funian scoffed as if she had heard a joke.

“I am his mother, how could I possibly harm him? Torture him? It's more likely that the little brat will torture me.”

Shen Fuhan asked, "Since you are so good to Yao'er, why doesn't he want to come back?"

These words hit the nail on the head, piercing straight to the heart. Shen Funian spoke with a stern face.

“He is still young and doesn’t understand my good intentions. He will understand when he grows up.”

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "No, he will only hate you when he grows up."

Wen Jiayue tugged at his sleeve, telling him not to speak so directly.

Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, Shen Fuhan calmly took it in his.

Wen Jiayue glared at him. He actually took her hand at this critical moment!

She tried to pull away, but Shen Fuhan wouldn't let go, as if teasing her. Every time Wen Jiayue was about to succeed, he would tighten his grip again.

The sleeves of the two men swayed back and forth in front of Shen Funian.

Annoyed by the shaking, Shen Funian snapped, "I know you two are in love, but can't you be mindful of the occasion? I'm heartbroken!"