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Chapter 130 No Rejection

Looking at his slightly anxious back, Wen Jiayue felt that he seemed to have misunderstood something.

However, it is only natural to take a bath after being away for several days.

If she had said anything else, it would have made her seem impatient.

If Shen Fuhan wasn't thinking about this at all, the misunderstanding would be huge.

She said nothing, finished stringing the beads in her hand, and instructed the small kitchen to serve the dishes in a quarter of an hour.

As soon as dinner was set out, Shen Fuhan came out looking refreshed.

"My lord, please come and have your meal," Wen Jiayue said. "I imagine you haven't been eating well these past few days."

She really wanted to ask him what he had been doing, perhaps it was related to the Princess, but after thinking about it carefully, she could only give up.

Since it's a secret, she has no way of getting Shen Fuhan to talk, so why waste her breath?

While they were quietly having their meal, another guard came up and whispered something in Shen Fuhan's ear.

Wen Jiayue was a little confused. Was he going to leave early again?

Thinking of this, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she struck while the iron was hot and resolved the matter, otherwise there would have been more trouble.

“It’s obviously a trap, we don’t need to pay attention to it,” Shen Fuhan said calmly. “Keep an eye on it, but don’t alert them.”

Wen Jiayue pondered silently, "Is this someone being monitored? What kind of person could make Shen Fuhan put aside his affairs in the capital to personally monitor them?"

She recalled the major events that happened in her past life, but it seemed that this person had never appeared.

Since it had nothing to do with the eldest princess, she stopped thinking about it.

The guards left quickly, but Shen Fuhan stayed and continued eating.

He showed no sign of leaving even after dinner.

Whether he was there or not didn't matter; Wen Jiayue went straight to wash up.

When Shen Fuhan came out of the bathroom, he was already lying down with his eyes closed, it was unclear whether he was resting or asleep.

Wen Jiayue slowly applied the perfume to her face.

Ruyi combed her hair briefly and asked, "Then this servant will go out first?"

"Comb it twice more," Wen Jiayue asked, puzzled. "What's the rush?"

Ruyi hesitated, not daring to speak, not because she was afraid of disturbing the Marquis and his wife's good time...

She paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered that the lady's period had started yesterday, so it seemed she couldn't do anything about it.

She stopped rushing and combed her hair three times before leaving.

Wen Jiayue brushed her long, flowing hair aside and walked toward the bed.

As soon as they got close, Shen Fuhan reached out, wrapped his arms around her wrist, grasped her waist, and pulled her into the bed.

The whole action was done in one smooth motion. Before Wen Jiayue could react, his kiss landed on her forehead and slowly moved downwards.

The further down she went, the more the newly grown stubble pricked her, causing Wen Jiayue to frown, push him away, and cover her face.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment: "Sorry, I forgot about that."

Just as Wen Jiayue was about to speak, he captured her lips and mumbled, "Bear with it."

His hands roamed, landing on her soft flesh and waist, igniting passions everywhere.

Her eyes widened instantly. What was Shen Fuhan thinking...?

Wen Jiayue pushed him away slightly: "No..."

He had barely uttered a word when he captured her lips again: "You're not allowed to refuse."

Wen Jiayue wanted to cry but had no tears. She wanted to tell him that she was currently feeling unwell!

Left with no other choice, she bit him, the taste of blood filling her mouth.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then finally sat up, wiping his lower lip, which she had bitten, with his fingertips.

Wen Jiayue's breathing was unsteady, and she spoke intermittently, "My lord, today is the second day of my period."

Shen Fuhan paused, thought carefully for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Shouldn't it be the day after tomorrow?"

“It’s earlier than expected,” Wen Jiayue said, pursing her lips. “Besides, these things don’t always happen on the same day.”

Shen Fuhan looked down at her: "I don't know much about it."

He then realized why she had agreed to let him sleep on the bed today; it was due to special circumstances.

“Now you understand,” Wen Jiayue quickly moved away from him, “I’m going to sleep.”

Fortunately, they only kissed a few times and didn't do much else. It seems Shen Fuhan didn't even have time to get excited, otherwise things would have been really difficult to handle.

The thought had barely formed when I felt a warmth on my wrist.

She recoiled as if burned, but Shen Fuhan wouldn't let her leave.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "What should I do?"

Wen Jiayue clenched her fists tightly, hesitated for a moment before speaking, "If it really doesn't work, Your Highness can send Hui'er over, she will definitely..."

Shen Fuhan interrupted her coldly: "Madam is truly virtuous and magnanimous."

The sarcasm in his words was too obvious, and Wen Jiayue pursed her lips, remaining silent.

But she really had no other choice.

If she had known this beforehand, she would have told him the truth about the menstrual blood when he went to take a bath.

Or, she could have let him sleep on the tatami mat, or she could have slept in the guest room; none of this would have happened now.

Wen Jiayue was filled with remorse.

Just as she was regretting it, Shen Fuhan suddenly let go of her hand.

She was taken aback. Did he agree to her suggestion?

Unexpectedly, he lay down again.

Shen Fuhan pulled the person who had his back to him into his arms and pressed him close to him.

Wen Jiayue's back stiffened instantly. What was he planning to do?

Shen Fuhan closed his eyes: "Go to sleep."

"But you..."

"Don't worry about it," Shen Fuhan said calmly. "They won't die."

Wen Jiayue bit her lip, not daring to move, trying her best to ignore the threat beneath her.

Unbeknownst to her, her breathing became calmer, and Shen Fuhan made no further move.

He endured the torment almost to the point of self-torture until he finally calmed down completely.

Shen Fuhan exhaled a breath of stale air and closed his eyes.

When she woke up the next day, Shen Fuhan was no longer by her side.

Wen Jiayue sat up in a daze. Everything from last night was still vivid in her mind, making her feel a little flustered.

Shen Fuhan...

She always felt he was losing patience, but he didn't look for other women, he only wanted to be with her...

Wen Jiayue bit her lip; it seemed she would soon be drinking the second bowl of contraceptive soup.

Judging by the time, Shen Fuhan will either come back halfway through before going out again, or he will leave Yuzhou directly when he comes back next time.

If it were the former, there would be no way she could have bypassed so many guards and drunk the contraceptive soup without anyone noticing.

If it's the latter, then that's something to do after returning home.

Wen Jiayue silently prayed that it would be the latter.

However, the best outcome would be for Shen Fuhan to stop thinking about it.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Jiayue shook her head and sighed, deciding to stop daydreaming.