nashuaworldcup Chapter 252 It Must Be Pei Huaijin's Fault
Chapter 252 It Must Be Pei Huaijin's Fault
Wen Jiayue felt that Shen Fuhan seemed a bit strange.
He asked what the point of this was, since in the end it's still about having sex.
It's really unnecessary.
She simply said, "If I say I don't want to, does that mean the Marquis will refuse to have sex with me?"
Shen Fuhan didn't speak, but lowered his eyes sadly where she couldn't see him.
She indeed refused.
Ever since giving birth to Zhaozhao, she has rejected this matter.
Later, he tricked and coaxed me into having sex with him several times a month.
He couldn't help but wonder if she had been in contact with Pei Huaijin ever since she gave birth.
His grip on her waist tightened, almost crushing her.
Wen Jiayue had some difficulty breathing and frowned, saying, "My lord, you're hurting me."
Shen Fuhan snapped out of his daze and released his grip, saying in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
He will naturally investigate things that happen right under his nose.
Wen Jiayue looked back at him, puzzled: "What were you thinking about just now, Lord Marquis?"
“It’s alright,” Shen Fuhan sat back on the bed. “Help me bandage it up.”
Wen Jiayue didn't ask any more questions. She unwrapped the cloth strips, revealing a rather gruesome wound on her palm.
The wound didn't seem to have been treated in time; the white flesh was exposed, which looked rather frightening.
Wen Jiayue frowned and asked, "Did the Marquis not treat the wound properly in time?"
Seeing that she still cared about him, Shen Fuhan's expression softened slightly.
"Yes, I bandaged it up after I finished practicing swordsmanship."
"Why didn't you send the royal physician?" Wen Jiayue asked as she applied ointment. "The injury looks quite serious."
With her eyes lowered, her eyelashes fluttering, and her lips slightly pursed, she appeared gentle and dignified.
He silently thought that even if his guess was correct, it must be Pei Huaijin's fault.
Perhaps they once had some affection for each other, but now that Wen Jiayue is married and has a daughter, why should Pei Huaijin bother her?
Using those laughable old feelings to deceive Wen Jiayue, this is the gentle and refined gentleman Pei Huaijin.
Seeing that he remained silent, Wen Jiayue looked up at him.
Shen Fuhan composed himself and explained, "This is a trivial matter; there's no need to trouble the physician to come."
Wen Jiayue muttered softly, "But you're troubling me now."
Shen Fuhan narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "What did you say?"
Wen Jiayue instinctively sensed danger and nervously cleared her throat.
“I said that it would be convenient for you to trouble me, Lord Marquis.”
She finished bandaging the wound and quickly stood up, saying, "I'll go wash up first."
Shen Fuhan looked down at her bandaged hand, which still retained her warmth.
Will she miss the tenderness with which Pei Huaijin stroked the top of her head?
Shen Fuhan let out a sigh of frustration. After Wen Jiayue returned and sat down in front of the dressing table, he went over to her as well.
He glanced at Ruyi, who had come to serve him, and said in a low voice, "You may leave now."
Ruyi paused for a moment and looked at the lady.
Wen Jiayue asked, "Is there something you need, Lord Marquis?"
"Have."
Wen Jiayue nodded to Ruyi, then curtsied and carefully withdrew.
"what's up?"
Shen Fuhan did not answer, but stood behind her and took the hairpins from her hair.
Wen Jiayue stared blankly at his movements in the bronze mirror.
What is Shen Fuhan up to now?
After removing all the headdresses, Shen Fuhan picked up the white jade comb.
Wen Jiayue quickly stopped him, saying, "My lord, your hand is injured. I can do it myself. Just tell me what's going on."
She was no match for him, and Shen Fuhan easily dodged.
"Don't move."
Seeing his insistence, Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "What does Your Excellency want to inspect?"
When she had a headache last time, Shen Fuhan paid extra attention to it.
Shen Fuhan paused for a moment before nodding and saying, "Yes."
Wen Jiayue then entrusted the task to him with peace of mind and opened the perfume.
The scent of jasmine filled her nostrils, and she happily applied it to her face.
Shen Fuhan glanced up casually and saw her smiling, as if she was thinking of something good.
His expression changed instantly. Was he thinking of Pei Huaijin?
He knew he was being overly paranoid, but he couldn't control his thoughts.
“Ah Yue,” he called to her, regaining his composure, “your perfume seems to have changed.”
This form of address gave Wen Jiayue goosebumps. He had called her that earlier, but she had overlooked the other half of the sentence because it was more important.
Why are you calling it that again now?
She explained, "My third sister gave this to me when we went shopping together last time, and I wanted to try it on."
She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Why has Your Excellency suddenly started calling me A-Yue?"
He countered, "You don't like it?"
It's just a name; Wen Jiayue didn't feel anything special about it.
However, it sounded somewhat out of place coming from his mouth, and it was also too intimate.
Wen Jiayue hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's not that I don't like it, but..."
"Then let's call it that."
Shen Fuhan interrupted her directly; he didn't want to hear her "but."
He understood that all turning points were unlikely to be positive, and that the principle of praising before criticizing was well understood.
Wen Jiayue said "Oh," and decided to let it be.
Shen Fuhan then asked, "Do those close to you all call you Yue'er?"
Wen Jiayue nodded; that was her childhood nickname.
He then asked, "Everyone except me?"
Wen Jiayue was a little confused, but she still nodded.
Shen Fuhan then stopped asking.
After helping her comb her hair, Shen Fuhan glanced at the dressing table and picked up a jar of osmanthus oil.
He poured a handful of the mixture onto her hair.
When Wen Jiayue smelled the rich fragrance, it was too late to stop her. She hurriedly asked, "How much did you use?"
Shen Fuhan said, "Not many."
He still felt it wasn't enough, always worried that he couldn't completely cover up Pei Huaijin's aura.
Thinking of this, he wanted to pour some more, but Wen Jiayue quickly grabbed the osmanthus oil in her hand.
"That's enough, otherwise I'll have to wash my hair earlier."
Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow slightly. What's wrong with washing it in advance?
But seeing that she was unhappy, he didn't insist anymore, finished applying the osmanthus oil in his hand, and went to wash up.
Wen Jiayue picked up a strand of hair and smelled it; she almost fainted from the fragrance.
That's not much!
She lay on the bed angrily, and when Shen Fuhan returned, she gave him a good scolding.
"You have no idea how much to use, why don't you ask me?"
"I'll definitely ask next time."
Wen Jiayue glared at him: "You want a next time?"
She would never let Shen Fuhan touch her hair again.
Shen Fuhan's expression immediately turned ugly. Pei Huaijin could touch him, but he couldn't?
He lay down on top of her, placed Zhao Zhao on the inside, and silently held her in his arms, stroking the top of her head with his hand.
Wen Jiayue: "..." Why is he getting more and more excited as he talks?
A moment of patience brings peace, so Wen Jiayue decided not to argue with him and closed her eyes to sleep.
Shen Fuhan's kiss landed, sliding from her forehead down to the tip of her nose.
Wen Jiayue immediately gripped his collar tightly, as if trying to stop him.
Shen Fuhan's eyes darkened, and then she whispered, "Zhaozhao is still here..."
Seeing that she wasn't rejecting him, Shen Fuhan gently pecked her lips.
"Okay, I'll put Zhaozhao in the cradle."