nashuaworldcup Chapter 218 Breaking the window paper
Chapter 218 Breaking the window paper
Shen Fuhan sat down and said slowly, "Guess."
Wen Jiayue didn't want to play this boring game with him, and frowned, saying, "Just tell me already."
“Of course not,” Shen Fuhan said calmly. “After your father left, I sent people to investigate what happened at the Wen residence, and sure enough, there was something fishy going on.”
Wen Jiayue pretended not to know that Wen Ruoqian was a gambler and asked in surprise.
"No wonder my family sent me a letter today, asking me to return to the Wen residence. What happened?"
Shen Fuhan pondered for a moment and said, "Wen Ruoqian owes the gambling house one thousand taels of silver."
Wen Jiayue's vision went black. There was no need to pretend anymore; she realized for the first time that the amount was actually this much.
In her past life, the Wen family asked her for two hundred taels of silver; they were clearly trying to squeeze every last drop of her savings out of her!
As for the remaining eight hundred taels, they must have been used to fill the hole with her dowry and betrothal gifts!
Now that she has her dowry and betrothal gifts firmly in her own hands and refuses to return to the mansion, the Wen family is naturally in a state of great anxiety.
Gambling dens operate on a compounding interest basis; if you miss a day of payment, a thousand taels might turn into fifteen hundred taels, or even more.
Therefore, Wen's father went to Shen Fuhan to ask for some money.
Having figured out the key to it, Wen Jiayue sighed deeply.
Shen Fuhan said, "Given the Wen family's strength, they certainly can't come up with this much silver in a short time. What do you plan to do?"
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and said, "When Wen Ruoqian pretended to be drunk and flirted with the maid last year, I stopped treating him as my younger brother, so his affairs are naturally none of my business."
Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow slightly: "You are decisive."
“So I won’t help them,” Wen Jiayue looked at him, “and you shouldn’t help them either, Lord Marquis.”
Shen Fuhan responded with an "okay".
He didn't have much affection for the Wen family to begin with, and if it weren't for Wen Jiayue's sake, he wouldn't even have met Wen's father today.
However, if Wen Jiayue asked him to lend her a thousand taels of silver, he would naturally do so.
After returning home, I told her about it to get her opinion.
Unexpectedly, she refused the offer without hesitation, leaving the Wen family to fend for themselves.
Shen Fuhan tapped on the table. Over the past year, she had indeed become less close to the Wen family than before.
Is it just because of Wen Ruoqian? Or is there another reason?
Thinking of this, he spoke casually.
"Speaking of which, it's been a while since you've been back to the Wen residence. Don't you want to go back and visit?"
Wen Jiayue frowned and said, "Why go back? They'll definitely ask me for money."
Shen Fuhan paused for a moment: "Even before this happened, you didn't like going back."
If I think about it carefully, the last time I went back to the Wen family was on the second day of the Lunar New Year, which is more than half a year ago.
Wen Jiayue's heart immediately tightened. Shen Fuhan had asked a similar question before, so why was he asking it again?
Just when she was wondering how to brush him off, her savior arrived.
"Hurry up, and remember to apologize to your uncle later. If you do this again, I'll make you regret it!"
Shen Funian's scolding of her son could be heard even through the house, and Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief.
"Third Sister and Yao'er are here. Let's go have dinner first, and we'll talk more tonight."
As she spoke, she quickly went out to greet them.
Seeing her leave in such a hurry, as if afraid he would ask her questions, Shen Fuhan narrowed his eyes slightly.
He walked slowly out of the bedroom and went to the side hall.
Shen Funian poked her son's head and scolded him in a low voice, "Speak up!"
"Uncle, I'm sorry," Shen Chengyao said, pouting with tears in his eyes. "I overslept, so I'm late. Please don't blame me."
Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "Please sit down."
Seeing that his uncle was so easy to talk to, Shen Chengyao immediately felt relieved and obediently sat down in the chair.
Shen Funian quickly apologized, "Big brother, I promise this will only happen this once. I will definitely make Yao'er more diligent in the future."
Shen Fuhan said calmly, "It's alright. But you, don't always scold him."
Shen Funian was taken aback: "Wasn't I scolding him for his own good?"
Seeing that she was getting stuck on her own thoughts again, Wen Jiayue sighed, "I told you a while ago not to push Yao'er too hard, didn't you listen?"
Shen Funian pouted and said, "I would like to be a loving mother, but with a son like this, I can only be a tigress."
She said with exasperation, "He has a top-scoring uncle who personally tutors him, yet he shows absolutely no ambition! It's infuriating!"
Under her scolding, Shen Chengyao lowered his head further and further, and even the food on the table could not attract him.
Wen Jiayue frowned and said, "Third Sister, stop talking!"
Shen Funian had said enough, picked up her chopsticks and said, "Alright, alright, I won't say anymore."
After the meal, while Yao'er was away, Wen Jiayue gave Shen Funian a heartfelt talk.
"He's not even five years old yet. Do you expect him to take the imperial examinations right now? Can't you let Yao'er play for a while first?"
Shen Funian was silent for a moment, then said, "You don't understand. I'm not much different from a widow now. This place is just my maternal home. It's like I'm living under someone else's roof."
Wen Jiayue gripped her hand tightly.
"Don't think like that, this is your home."
In truth, she was the one who truly lived under someone else's roof; in her past life, she had never experienced a trace of genuine warmth.
In this life, she became friends with Shen Funian, and Shen Fuyou didn't die either, which gave her a sense of being rooted in the Marquis's mansion.
But bringing these things up now would only add to the sadness and serve no other purpose.
She banished the thought and looked at Shen Funian with longing.
Shen Fu said, "But I still hope that Yao'er will grow up, earn money, buy a house, and let me live there too."
Wen Jiayue sighed: "I can understand you, but Yao'er is still young. Right now, he only knows that you are not good to him. What will you do if he resents you in the future?"
“He will understand in time,” Shen Funian said, her eyes filled with tears. “I’m pushing him now for his own good.”
Wen Jiayue wanted to persuade her again, but Shen Funian wiped her eyes and inadvertently wiped away her tears.
"Alright, alright, don't worry. Starting tomorrow, I'll let Yao'er play for an extra half hour."
Seeing that she had given in, Wen Jiayue didn't say anything more.
She doesn't even know how to handle her own affairs, she can't even take care of herself, yet she's meddling in other people's business.
When the time came, Shen Fuhan returned with Shen Chengyao.
After the mother and son left, Wen Jiayue and Shen Fuhan also returned to their house.
Wen Jiayue tried to make Shen Fuhan forget their conversation by holding Zhaozhao and teasing her, trying to get her to call him "Daddy".
Zhao Zhao was very accommodating; every now and then, when Shen Fuhan called out, she would take her daughter from her arms.
With the two of them having a great time, Wen Jiayue felt relieved.
Unexpectedly, Shen Fuhan brought up the conversation they had before dinner.
Why don't you like going back to the Wen residence anymore?
Wen Jiayue took a deep breath. She had already decided that if he asked again, she would reveal that Wen Ruohuan liked him.
Since he actually asked, she answered.
She knew in her heart that Shen Fuhan probably knew about this as well.
It's something we both know, we're just waiting to confess.
Wen Jiayue then said, "I always felt that Wen Ruohuan had strange feelings for you."