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Chapter 192 Taking the Initiative to Confess

Caught off guard by the kiss, Wen Jiayue's eyes widened instantly, and she instinctively pushed him away.

Shen Fuhan wouldn't let her dodge, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you so afraid?"

She did this every time she kissed someone, as if this intimate act was torture for her.

"I didn't," Wen Jiayue said, trying to cover it up. "You suddenly kissed me, and I wasn't prepared."

He stroked her soft cheek and said slowly, "In that case, I'll tell you before we kiss in the future."

He spoke the last few words very softly, and Wen Jiayue hadn't heard them clearly yet. Just as she was about to ask, his kiss landed on her again.

In her dazed state, she was so captivated by his kisses that she forgot to ask him what he was saying.

When his hand landed on her waist, Wen Jiayue grabbed it in time, preventing him from moving it further.

Shen Fuhan paused, restrained himself from moving his hand away, and said in a hoarse voice, "I think once every ten days is too little."

Wen Jiayue straightened her loose clothes and lowered her eyes, saying, "These are the rules set by the Marquis, and of course the Marquis himself must abide by them."

Her breathing was also a little erratic, clearly she was also aroused. Shen Fuhan asked in a low voice, "Don't you think it's not enough?"

Wen Jiayue glared at him: "I don't think so!"

Her gaze was filled with spring-like affection; it didn't seem like a glare, but rather a coquettish reproach. Her whole demeanor softened, unlike her usual gentle and dignified appearance.

Shen Fuhan looked away and didn't look at her anymore.

After a moment of silence, Wen Jiayue asked, "Isn't the Marquis going to the study?"

In her past life, she always hoped he would spend more time with her, and now her dream has come true. However, she is not used to him staying in the bedroom all the time.

Shen Fuhan glanced at her and asked, "Do you think I can still concentrate on my work right now?"

Wen Jiayue stammered, "Why not..."

Shen Fuhan then grasped her hand, squeezed it tightly, and then let it go.

He let out a muffled groan, his breathing becoming heavier, and he leaned close to her neck, evenly sprinkling a layer of moist mist.

Wen Jiayue was terrified and wanted to let go, but Shen Fuhan wouldn't allow her to leave.

He asked in a low voice, "Do you know why your hand hurt back then?"

Wen Jiayue was taken aback for a moment, then heard him say, "Because I do this every few days."

His voice was flat and his tone was ordinary, as if it were just a casual greeting.

A loud "boom" exploded in Wen Jiayue's ears, and hot air spread from her earlobe to her cheek.

Although she had this suspicion, she subconsciously felt that Shen Fuhan would not do such a thing.

It was just a coincidence that I discovered he was using her hand.

Unexpectedly, Shen Fuhan actually confessed to the matter this time.

She didn't dare to think about how many bad things he had done with her hands during that time.

When she came to her senses, her hand was already unobstructed.

Wen Jiayue froze, and it took her a long time to find her voice: "You..."

"What's wrong with me?" Shen Fuhan still held her hand. "Since you want me to go to the study so badly, of course you should hurry."

"No, I'm not going," Wen Jiayue cried, tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't want this..."

Shen Fuhan whispered in her ear, his tone dangerous and seductive.

"But it was too late."

Finally stopping, Wen Jiayue stared blankly at her hand, then frowned and wiped it on the hem of his clothes.

Shen Fuhan quickly grabbed her hand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped her clean.

Wen Jiayue said with disgust, "It's still dirty."

Shen Fuhan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Dirty?"

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and remained silent, and Shen Fuhan didn't say anything more, but fetched water for her to wash her hands.

The water was cool, the previous heat had vanished, but Wen Jiayue still wasn't satisfied and asked him to get some soap.

Shen Fuhan remained silent for a moment, but still did as she instructed.

Wen Jiayue hadn't expected him to be so obedient, but it was indeed what he should do, so she accepted his service without any qualms.

Shen Fuhan helped her wash her hands and took out the ointment.

Wen Jiayue bit her lip and remained silent. Although she didn't feel any soreness or pain now, it was still better to take precautions.

The slightly bitter smell of the ointment quickly masked the orchid fragrance of the floral soap.

Shen Fuhan helped her tie the gauze and put the ointment back in its place.

Ruyi suddenly knocked on the door.

"Lord Marquis, Madam, Fourth Master requests an audience."

Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "Fourth brother is back."

Shen Fuyou has been in Yuezhou for over a month. She was worried that something might have happened to him, but she didn't expect him to return today.

The two of them went together to the side hall to see him.

More than a month has passed since I last saw Shen Fuyou. She has grown taller and lost a lot of weight in the days of hard work and sleeping outdoors.

When he stood with his back to them in the side hall, his figure was young and upright, as if he had transformed from a boy into a real man. Wen Jiayue almost didn't recognize him.

Hearing footsteps, Shen Fuyou turned around, revealing a set of bright white teeth: "Big brother, sister-in-law, long time no see."

Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "It's good that you're back."

Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "Fourth brother has grown quite a bit taller; I almost didn't recognize him."

Shen Fuyou's eyes lit up, and she immediately said, "Sister-in-law, you think so too? I heard Yan..."

Suddenly noticing her elder brother standing to the side, Shen Fuyou almost stumbled over her words and quickly corrected herself.

“I heard from my friends who were hosting the banquet that I’ve grown taller, but I didn’t believe it at first.”

Wen Jiayue was also worried for him. Seeing that he had made up his mind, she secretly glanced at Shen Fuhan and saw that he was expressionless before she felt relieved.

Shen Fuhan said, "Grandmother's health hasn't been very good lately, so remember to visit her."

Shen Fuyou asked casually, "What happened?"

He had long lost all respect for his so-called grandmother, so he was indifferent to her health, but he still had to put on a show of respect.

Shen Fuhan explained, "I suffered from heart palpitations more than half a month ago."

"Oh, I'll go take a look in a bit."

After saying that, he excitedly took out the gift he had prepared: "This is for my elder brother, a purple-haired brush from Yuezhou."

Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "Thank you."

Shen Fuyou then took out three more boxes of rouge.

"Yuezhou is famous for its rouge. I just picked out a few kinds. If you like them, I'll bring you more later."

Wen Jiayue knew that it must have been chosen by that Miss Yan'er, so she accepted it and thanked her.

Just as Shen Fuyou was about to take out the gift she had prepared for Zhaozhao, she noticed the gauze tied around her wrist.

He asked in surprise, "Did your sister-in-law injure her wrist?"

Wen Jiayue quickly put her hand down, looking somewhat embarrassed, unable to think of a suitable excuse for a moment.

Shen Fuhan explained calmly, "She was carrying heavy things, and her wrist hurt a little."

Shen Fuyou clicked her tongue: "There are so many servants in the mansion, why does sister-in-law have to do it herself? If all else fails, there's always my elder brother."

Wen Jiayue coughed lightly: "Okay, from now on, let your older brother do it."