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Chapter 199 Xiao He just showed his sharp horns

Wen Jiayue fell into deep thought. Would he have been this happy when he returned from the princess's residence in the past?

This seems to have never happened before, so what's going on this time?

She was a little confused and decided to observe for a while longer.

Shen Fuhan returned quickly, having changed into a light blue casual outfit.

Wen Jiayue looked him up and down. His expression was normal now, but it was so cold it could freeze someone to death.

Just as she was about to look away, she suddenly noticed that his waistband was on backwards, with the embroidered side hidden.

Shen Fuhan had never been so reckless before, and Wen Jiayue's brows furrowed even more.

Seeing that her gaze was fixed on his waist, Shen Fuhan glanced at it subconsciously, his gaze pausing slightly.

He coughed lightly and said casually, "You eat first."

Wen Jiayue smiled gently: "Why are you in such a hurry to change your clothes, Lord Marquis?"

Shen Fuhan explained, "I was afraid you'd be hungry, so I was in a bit of a rush."

His expression returned to calm.

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips slightly. This was the first time he had ever considered her so much. Should she believe him or not?

After he left the side hall, Wen Jiayue began to eat by herself.

When Shen Fuhan returned, he saw that she had already started eating.

He sat down and picked up his chopsticks.

Wen Jiayue swallowed the food in her mouth and said, "My lord, I would like to discuss something with you."

Shen Fuhan then recalled how he had taken advantage of the situation last night.

"You said."

Wen Jiayue told him about Lin Qianqian's visit to her that day.

Finally, he said, "My lord, could you please tell Guard Ling to listen to Qianqian from now on?"

Shen Fuhan listened without any change in expression: "That's all?"

"What do you think it is, Lord Marquis?" Wen Jiayue glared at him. "What happened last night?"

Shen Fuhan nodded calmly.

“Of course I’ll settle this score with you,” Wen Jiayue said, pursing her lips. “But we’re having a meal right now, so I don’t want to bring it up.”

She urged, "My lord, is it alright?"

Shen Fuhan made a condition: "If you don't settle accounts with me, I'll agree."

Wen Jiayue glared at him: "No way."

"let it go."

"Never mind," Wen Jiayue snorted. "Anyway, I was just mentioning it casually."

After the meal, Wen Jiayue first washed and dressed.

Before long, she lay on the bed and hugged the fragrant and soft Zhao Zhao into her arms.

Zhao Zhao mumbled incomprehensible words, occasionally calling out "Mother" or "Father" in a garbled voice.

Taking advantage of Shen Fuhan's absence, she corrected him, "It's Mother, don't call me Father."

Zhao Zhao then called out "Mother" in a drawn-out tone, as if she were being coquettish.

Wen Jiayue smiled and kissed her. After coaxing her daughter to sleep, she also closed her eyes.

Shen Fuhan asked, puzzled, "Aren't you here to settle scores with me?"

Wen Jiayue said, "There's nothing to say. I've already made up my mind. Since the Marquis is not keeping his promise, he should be prepared to be punished. He won't be able to have sex for the next half month."

Shen Fuhan frowned and said, "I won't agree. Find someone else."

Wen Jiayue said, enunciating each word clearly, "I am informing the Marquis, not discussing it."

Before he could speak, Wen Jiayue interjected, "If the Marquis objects again, another half month will be added."

Shen Fuhan fell silent for a moment before slowly saying, "You've certainly got a way of manipulating me."

Wen Jiayue said smugly, "As long as it's useful."

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything more. He sat up silently and got off the bed.

Wen Jiayue raised an eyebrow slightly. Was she so angry that she was going to sleep in the study?

By the moonlight, she saw Shen Fuhan walk straight to the display shelf and pick up a square box.

Wen Jiayue was a little stunned, and then she remembered that there were her childhood paintings in the box.

She felt a little nervous, but since the box was locked, she wasn't too worried.

However, Shen Fuhan used some method, and with a "click," the lock opened.

Wen Jiayue sat up quickly and said anxiously, "You're not allowed to look!"

She thought Shen Fuhan had forgotten about it, but she didn't expect him to remember it all along.

As Shen Fuhan lit the lamp, he said, "I won't laugh at you."

The candlelight cast a dim yellow glow on the drawing paper, making it appear as if it had aged.

Wen Jiayue threatened, "If the Marquis reads this, I'll really add another half month... no, a whole month!"

Shen Fuhan said, half-jokingly, "If you don't let me see, I'll make you drink every day."

Seeing that he was determined to do so, Wen Jiayue had no choice but to say, "I'll help you look, but you're not allowed to look at anything else."

She was a little worried that Shen Fuhan was too curious about her paintings and went to ask the Wen family.

By then, he will surely know that the dragonflies she drew were not because she liked dragonflies, but because of her childhood playmate.

She had already covered it up too many times, and she couldn't guarantee that Shen Fuhan wouldn't overthink it after hearing about it.

It's better to avoid trouble. He's seen it, so he's seen it. Once his curiosity is satisfied, he won't mention it again.

Shen Fuhan handed the box to her and turned his back to her.

Wen Jiayue flipped through the pages one by one.

She had so many drawings from her childhood, all of them dragonflies, and the more she looked through them, the more uneasy she felt.

I should have known better than to bring her back to the Marquis's residence; why is she making such a fuss?

After a while, Wen Jiayue was finally found.

She breathed a sigh of relief and let him come and see.

Shen Fuhan turned around, took the painting from her hand, and examined it carefully.

The water rippled, and in the center stood a lotus bud about to bloom. A dragonfly fluttered its wings and landed on the lotus.

There is a line of small characters in the lower right corner, written with vigorous strokes, showing early promise.

He was quite certain that this was not Wen Jiayue's handwriting; it was probably written by her father.

It is said that one's handwriting reflects one's character, but this doesn't seem to apply to Mr. Wen.

He took a closer look at the signature—"Written by Yue'er on the sixteenth day of the fourth month of the ninth year of Changzhi."

Shen Fuhan's heart stirred slightly; what a coincidence, it was his birthday.

He calculated their ages; he was fourteen years old, and Wen Jiayue was seven.

He stared at it for too long, and Wen Jiayue said uncomfortably, "You don't need to look at it so seriously. I drew it for fun when I was a kid."

Shen Fuhan came to his senses and commented, "It's clearly a very well painted painting, lifelike and full of rustic charm."

Wen Jiayue blushed when she heard this. How could she have drawn it so well?

She held out her hand: "Since I've already seen it, I'll keep it."

Shen Fuhan didn't give it to her, but rolled up the painting and said, "This one is for me."

Wen Jiayue stared at him in astonishment: "Why?"

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then said, "I like it very much."

Wen Jiayue resolutely refused: "But I don't want to give it to you."

Shen Fuhan pondered for a moment and said, "I'll exchange it for a month without sex, is that alright?"