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Chapter 205 You're the Only Woman

Besides this reason, Wen Jiayue really couldn't think of any other one.

As for his claim that there was no reason, she didn't believe it.

“If you insist on an answer,” Shen Fuhan paused, “I was afraid you would be angry, so I treated you coldly in the palace.”

Wen Jiayue was stunned. What's she angry about?

Upon catching a glimpse of their clasped hands, she suddenly remembered what Shen Fuhan had done in Hanliang Palace.

He held her hand right under the Emperor's nose!

If he hadn't mentioned it, she would have almost forgotten about it.

Wen Jiayue's face immediately tightened: "Let go."

"Don't let it go."

He spoke softly and slowly, his voice low and deep, with a hint of a smile.

Wen Jiayue was somewhat annoyed and was about to continue struggling when, in a flash, she suddenly realized a truth.

Shen Fuhan wanted to see her get angry and frustrated; the more anxious she became, the happier he was.

It's like teasing her or something fun.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue simply ignored him.

Let him hold my hand if he wants; we're not in front of the Emperor anyway, so let him be.

Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Why won't you let me let go?"

Wen Jiayue retorted, "What's wrong with husband and wife doing intimate things?"

"Since that's the case," Shen Fuhan said in a low voice, "why don't we make love tonight?"

Wen Jiayue's face immediately turned red: "Don't even think about it!"

Only a few days had passed since the one-month period ended, and she wasn't about to let him succeed.

She changed the subject, asking, "Where did you put my painting?"

"Study, the image is displayed on the wall, to be admired every day."

Wen Jiayue's eyes widened: "If that's the case, wouldn't everyone who enters your study be able to see it?"

She had been inside his study before and knew that the paintings on the walls were by famous artists. Shen Fuhan had actually hung her paintings there too.

“Yes,” Shen Fuhan said casually, “where else would we put it?”

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and said, "Give it back to me."

She felt ashamed. The walls were covered with works by famous artists whose names she could name, interspersed with her own clumsy childhood drawings. She couldn't even imagine how many people would laugh at her.

Shen Fuhan casually replied, "I can give it back to you, but in exchange, you'll have five sexual encounters. I'll set the time."

Wen Jiayue: "..."

Oh well, she doesn't go to his study often anyway, so it doesn't matter where it's hung; out of sight, out of mind.

Upon returning to the Marquis's residence, before even entering the gate, Wen Jiayue heard cheerful laughter coming from the courtyard.

She quickened her pace and walked forward, and saw several maids standing under the shade of a tree, surrounding Hui'er.

Soon, Zhao Zhao was lifted above Hui'er's head and laughed excitedly.

Wen Jiayue smiled and reminded her, "Make sure Zhaozhao doesn't get too much sun."

Only then did the group notice that the Marquis and his wife had returned, and they hurriedly bowed.

Fearing that the lady would misunderstand, Hui'er quickly said, "This servant did not mean to harm Miss. It was just that Miss wanted this servant to do so, so this servant lifted her up."

Wen Jiayue said softly, "I know, you don't need to explain."

Even after all this time, Hui'er is still very careful, afraid of making a mistake.

Hui'er was relieved and handed the young lady over when she saw the madam extend her hand.

Wen Jiayue was about to take it, but Zhao Zhao hid in Hui'er's arms and turned to let Shen Fuhan hold her.

She was slightly taken aback. Zhao Zhao wouldn't let her hug her?

Hui'er was also stunned for a moment, and subconsciously pushed the young master into Shen Fuhan's arms.

Shen Fuhan did not take it, and said calmly, "Give it to Madam."

Hui'er suddenly snapped back to reality, quickly changed direction, and was almost sweating profusely.

Wen Jiayue frowned as she took Zhaozhao from her, worried that she would cry.

Zhao Zhao didn't cry, but kissed her cheek.

Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief and tapped her little nose.

"Mother thought I had offended you today, but it turns out you were just joking with me."

Zhao Zhao is now starting to complain, pointing her soft little finger at her face.

Wen Jiayue shook her head and chuckled, then kissed her cheek.

The sun was getting too strong, so she carried Zhao Zhao back to the bedroom.

Shen Fuhan followed, and after returning to the house, he said, "I'll carry you."

Wen Jiayue: "...Why didn't you take it from Hui'er just now?"

Now that her daughter is in her arms, she has no intention of giving her to Shen Fuhan.

"It is against etiquette."

Wen Jiayue glared at him: "It's against etiquette to secretly hold my hand in front of the Emperor."

Now they've learned to pretend.

Shen Fuhan said shamelessly, "As long as we're not discovered, what's wrong with it?"

As he spoke, he easily lifted Zhaozhao out of her arms.

Wen Jiayue didn't argue with him anymore. She was also a little tired, so she sat down and poured herself a cup of tea.

Shen Fuhan's way of holding the child was already extremely skilled, not at all like the strategist Shen, but rather showing some affection.

He wanted to be a loving father, but Zhao Zhao insisted on being mischievous and started pinching his ears.

Shen Fuhan wasn't angry and patiently put her little hand down.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Zhao stared at his jade hairpin again and reached out to grab it.

Shen Fuhan then slipped a bell into her hand, finally diverting her attention.

After watching for a while, Wen Jiayue guessed, "Lord Marquis, you didn't hold Zhaozhao just now, could it be that you didn't want others to see this side of you?"

"Which side?"

"The side of holding a baby."

Shen Fuhan glanced at her: "How about I take Zhaozhao out for a walk now?"

Seeing his determined demeanor, Wen Jiayue shook her head.

"Never mind, I believe that the Marquis is a man of integrity."

Suddenly, Wen Jiayue remembered what Shen Funian and Hui'er had said before. She was about to speak, but then abruptly pursed her lips, unsure of how to begin.

She hesitated, then Shen Fuhan asked, "What do you want to say?"

"I..." Wen Jiayue hurriedly picked up the teacup, "Never mind, it's nothing."

She wasn't particularly curious, but she suddenly remembered it and wanted to verify it.

However, it would be too strange to ask her if she was his first woman, so he decided not to answer.

She stammered, as if she was deliberately hiding something, and Shen Fuhan frowned.

He said coldly, "Speak."

As the oppressive aura descended, Wen Jiayue suddenly felt as if she were in a prison cell of the Dali Temple, being interrogated by Shen Fuhan.

Her hand trembled, and she almost spilled the tea.

In her panic, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask, "I wanted to ask, how many women has the Marquis had?"

Shen Fuhan was stunned for a moment, and the chill that had enveloped him vanished instantly, leaving him looking somewhat at a loss.

Why did you suddenly ask about this?

He was weak, so she was strong; Wen Jiayue couldn't help but glare at him.

"You made me ask that question, like you were interrogating a criminal."

Now both of them are in an awkward situation.

Shen Fuhan coughed lightly: "Sorry."

He then replied, "I've always only had you."

After thinking for a moment, he continued, "The same applies in the future."