nashuaworldcup Chapter 217 Unsolvable Problem
Chapter 217 Unsolvable Problem
Wen Jiayue didn't move, but turned around and asked the wet nurse to bring Zhaozhao over.
Shen Fuhan is too cunning; he always lies to her. As long as Zhaozhao sleeps with them, he probably won't make any rash moves.
Carrying his daughter into the bedroom, Shen Fuhan was already sitting on the couch, opening the letter.
Wen Jiayue placed Zhaozhao on the bed and picked up a rattle to play with her.
She deliberately increased the force of the shaking, trying to distract Shen Fuhan from reading the letter.
Except for the third letter, she had written lies in all the other letters to varying degrees, and she felt guilty.
Unexpectedly, Shen Fuhan remained completely undisturbed and watched intently.
Wen Jiayue couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder he's the top scholar; he can concentrate on reading the letter even in such a noisy environment."
Since interfering with him in this way was useless, Wen Jiayue put down the rattle drum.
After thinking for a moment, she began to teach Zhaozhao to speak.
“This is a rattle drum,” Wen Jiayue said softly. “Zhaozhao is learning to play the drum with her mother.”
Zhao Zhao looked at her intently, her little mouth pouting, her face turning red, and finally she made a "pop" sound.
Wen Jiayue couldn't help but chuckle: "Is this character too difficult?"
She looked down at the objects, preparing to teach her something simpler, when Shen Fuhan suddenly spoke up.
"Zhao Zhao is clearly very smart."
Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "How did you figure that out, Lord Marquis?"
Shen Fuhan said without looking up, "Although you taught her to play the 'drum,' she has learned to pronounce the 'bo' in 'rattle drum.'"
Wen Jiayue asked hesitantly, "Does stumbling upon it count?"
Why doesn't it count?
Wen Jiayue had no choice but to compromise and agree.
However, Shen Fuhan was actually able to multitask?
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The sound of slapping the bed was incessant. Wen Jiayue turned her head and saw Zhao Zhao excitedly slapping the bed with both hands.
It was as if she knew her father was praising her.
Wen Jiayue patted her little head and began to teach her how to "bo" (a sound similar to "bo" in Chinese).
Zhao Zhao then made a "pop" sound every now and then, just like a little fish blowing bubbles, which was incredibly cute.
Wen Jiayue couldn't help but lower her head and kiss her daughter's soft little face.
As if triggered by some mechanism, Zhao Zhao began to kiss her back.
Wen Jiayue felt a little helpless; they were about to start kissing again—a happy kind of trouble.
Shen Fuhan happened to see the third letter and glanced at the mother and daughter every now and then.
The words in the letter seemed to come alive; during the month he was absent, those scenes played out before his eyes.
After reading the letter, he put it away and put it back in the envelope.
Seeing Shen Fuhan walking towards her, Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "Your Excellency finished reading so quickly?"
"Let's see tomorrow."
Wen Jiayue said "Oh" and didn't say anything else.
However, he still felt a little uneasy. She had written so many letters with great effort, but he only glanced at them and put them down.
But as long as the goal is achieved, that's all that matters.
Thinking of this, she said, "Now that I have finished writing, you cannot go back on your word, my lord. It must be done every other day."
“Okay,” Shen Fuhan picked up Zhaozhao, “Go and wash up first.”
Seeing that the person holding her had changed, Zhao Zhao didn't cry, but stared at him curiously.
Shen Fuhan said, "I am your father."
Zhao Zhao didn't call out "Daddy," but instead started chanting "bo."
Shen Fuhan looked at her with a gentle expression, but the words "daughter died young" from his last dream suddenly flashed through his mind, and he was startled.
He sighed softly and hugged Zhao Zhao even tighter, as if only in this way could he calm his wildly beating heart.
Thinking about it carefully, the last time I had a dream was in April, and now it's July 30th. Perhaps I can try to dream again.
It's just a pity that he hasn't fully mastered lip reading yet.
Lip reading is too difficult and requires years of study. To fully understand it, it would take at least a year.
But he was too busy, and could only spare half an hour each day to learn the basics.
But at least he learned some things, and if he could enter a dream tonight, he might be able to understand even more.
So, when Wen Jiayue came out, he said, "I'll sleep on the couch tonight."
Wen Jiayue paused for a moment, then replied with an "okay".
She didn't ask why, afraid he would say something outrageous again and she wouldn't know how to respond.
Shen Fuhan didn't explain the reason, and after washing up, he lay down on the bed.
I tried to fall asleep for a long time, but all I could see was darkness.
Realizing he wouldn't be dreaming tonight, Shen Fuhan sighed softly. It seemed the time wasn't right yet.
But the longest interval between the first three dreams was three months, so why not this time?
It remains an unsolvable problem.
In early August, Shen Fuhan tried again, but the result was still unsatisfactory.
He then temporarily abandoned this idea.
With the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, Wen Jiayue began to manage the entire Hou Mansion.
Aside from the Lunar New Year, the old lady values the Mid-Autumn Festival the most, and nothing can go wrong with it.
In addition to the essential activities of moon worship, moon gazing, and eating mooncakes, there are also dragon and lion dances and the invitation of opera troupes to perform grand operas.
Wen Jiayue was already well aware of this, and after consulting with the old lady, she had already decided on her favorite opera troupe.
After two busy days, Wen Jiayue suddenly received a letter from the Wen family.
Counting the days, it had indeed been a long time since she had seen the Wen family; she had almost forgotten about them.
Wen Jiayue opened the letter and read it quickly, skimming through it.
The letter said that she hadn't been back to her parents' home for a long time and that her family missed her. It seemed sincere, but the underlying message was that she was unfilial.
Only at the end did they get down to business, inviting her back to the Wen residence for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Wen Jiayue casually put it aside and said indifferently, "Ruyi, send someone to tell them that there are many things to do at the Marquis's residence, and it's not appropriate for me to go back on such an important day."
At this time in her previous life, she remembered that Wen Ruoqian often went to gambling dens and was heavily in debt.
Sending her back was a way of asking her to deliver money.
She was foolish in her past life, treating the Wen family with all her heart and having high hopes for her only younger brother.
So when Zhang said he was just curious and was persuaded to go to the gambling den, she believed him and helped him clean up the mess.
She was even relieved that, fortunately, the amount of silver was not much and she could afford it.
This time she won't be foolish.
Not long after, the Wen family sent another letter, saying that it would be fine to return around the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Wen Jiayue was getting impatient and asked the Wen family to send over her dowry before she went back.
There are still two hairpins she hasn't gotten back. Just because she doesn't mention them doesn't mean she's forgotten about them.
The Wen family finally behaved themselves and didn't let her go back to her parents' home.
In the evening, Shen Fuhan returned to his residence.
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Your father went to the Dali Temple to see me today."
Wen Jiayue frowned. She couldn't find her, so she went to find Shen Fuhan?
She feigned ignorance and asked, "What happened?"
Shen Fuhan said, "Your father asked me to borrow a thousand taels of silver, saying it was for repairing the house."
Wen Jiayue was stunned. In her previous life, she had only asked her for two hundred taels of silver. How did it become one thousand taels?
But that wasn't the point. She quickly asked, "You didn't give it to me, did you?"