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Chapter 74 Do you think so too?

Wen Ruohuan called out all the way.

After touching the bloodstains on her face, her screams grew louder and louder.

She gripped Wen Jiayue's arm tightly and asked nervously, "Sister, am I going to be disfigured?"

"No, it's just a scrape," Wen Jiayue said, freeing herself from her grasp. "Don't worry."

She hadn't expected what had just happened; Wen Ruohuan was actually willing to fake a fall on the steps just to throw herself into Shen Fuhan's arms.

So what if she fell into his arms? Does that mean he's fallen for her?

Wen Jiayue frowned, unable to understand what benefit Wen Ruohuan would gain from doing this.

She looked into the distance and saw Shen Fuhan walking forward unhurriedly, ignoring Wen Ruohuan's shouts.

After saying "I'm going back now," he never looked back.

He knew what had happened to Wen Ruohuan, but he simply ignored it.

However, Wen Jiayue couldn't ignore it. She hadn't broken ties with the Wen family yet, so she had to maintain a facade of peace.

When they arrived at the prefectural physician's office, it happened to be Old Qian on duty, with Su Ye tending the tea stove to the side.

Wen Ruohuan's shouts were deafening, startling the dozing Old Qian.

Wen Jiayue walked in and said gently, "My sister just fell down. I'm sorry to trouble you, Dr. Qian, to treat her."

Seeing Wen Ruohuan crying so miserably, Old Qian rushed forward in a hurry, thinking that she had fallen badly.

I never imagined it would just be a few scrapes on my face and hands.

Mr. Qian waved his hand, somewhat speechless, and told his apprentice to do it.

Su Ye glanced at it, his expression grave, and said, "Luckily we arrived early, otherwise..."

Wen Ruohuan's fingertips trembled with fright, and she subconsciously asked, "Otherwise, I'll have a scar?"

What she was most proud of was her appearance, which was both pure and charming, cute and dignified. Who wouldn't praise her as stunningly beautiful?

If she gets a scar, how will she ever marry her brother-in-law!

Su Ye said calmly, "Otherwise it would have healed."

Wen Jiayue subconsciously pursed her lips, afraid that she would laugh out loud.

Su Ye was taciturn and seemed aloof, just like Shen Fuhan, but she turned out to be quite humorous.

Wen Ruohuan was furious: "I'm bleeding!"

Su Ye frowned and said, "Young lady, if you continue to make a scene, you should go somewhere else for treatment."

Wen Ruohuan's expression tightened. Oh well, her face was the most important thing.

After applying medicine to the wound, Wen Ruohuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She said pitifully, "Sister, I'm exhausted. Why don't you tell my brother-in-law that I can stay at the Marquis's mansion tonight?"

Wen Jiayue said, "It's alright. I'll have someone carry you back to the Wen residence. Your parents must be very worried about you."

"But……"

“It’s settled then,” Wen Jiayue interrupted her. “Ruyi, go and have someone prepare the car.”

“Sister, I’m not leaving,” Wen Ruohuan grabbed her arm and shook it back and forth. “I’ve finally managed to see you, and I haven’t even told you anything important yet.”

Wen Jiayue calmly withdrew her hand and asked, "What is it?"

Wen Ruohuan rolled her eyes, rubbed her stomach, and said, "I'm hungry. Let's eat and chat."

"I'm a bit busy today and don't have time to spend with you."

Wen Jiayue gave Ruyi a wink, and Ruyi quietly slipped out.

“Sister, you’re not treating me well at all right now,” Wen Ruohuan pretended to wipe away tears. “I’m going to tell Father and Mother.”

Wen Jiayue was fed up with her pretentious act and turned away.

"I have to go back now. You can stay here if you want."

Wen Ruohuan was stunned. Why did she feel that Wen Jiayue was becoming more and more impatient with her lately?

Is it an illusion?

Without thinking too much, she quickly followed her.

"Sister, wait for me!"

Stepping outside, Wen Jiayue realized that her disgust had been too obvious.

She took a deep breath, slowly turned around, and revealed a gentle smile.

"Sister was just anxious, Huan'er, please don't blame her."

Seeing that she was still the same as before, Wen Ruohuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you going to do, sister?"

Wen Jiayue casually made up an excuse: "The New Year is coming soon, and I have to make decisions on all the big and small matters in the manor. There are quite a lot of things to do."

Wen Ruohuan felt a pang of jealousy upon hearing this. If only she were the wife of the Marquis.

On the surface, she said obediently, "So that's how it is. I don't blame you anymore, sister."

As they were talking, Ruyi walked over quickly.

"Madam, Third Miss, the carriage is ready."

Wen Ruohuan's smile froze instantly. Why was she being allowed to leave?

Wen Jiayue smiled slightly: "Huan'er, you know I'm a busybody. You're the most obedient one, so don't cause me any trouble at this critical moment."

She knew why Wen Ruohuan had come—

In her letter, she said that she would no longer help Wen Ruoqian. The two siblings would share both glory and loss, and would no longer be at odds with each other. Thus, they turned hostility into friendship.

The Wen family, knowing that Wen Ruohuan had a good relationship with her, came to plead with her.

"Also, tell your parents that I will not change my mind about Ruoqian. What I hate most is a man who frequents brothels. He is young and has not learned anything good, and he will not change when he grows up."

After saying that, Wen Jiayue left without hesitation.

Back in the main courtyard, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Jiayue instructed, "If anyone from the Wen family comes again, unless they are bringing jewelry, we will not see them."

She has made it clear that no matter who pleads for her, it will be useless.

Back in the inner room, Shen Fuhan was playing with Zhaozhao.

His face was expressionless, but his large hand gripped the rattle drum and spun it out with cheerful beats, making the scene look awkward no matter how you looked at it.

Hearing Wen Jiayue's footsteps, he paused and awkwardly put down what he was holding.

He asked, "Did you dine outside the mansion?"

He showed no concern for Wen Ruohuan whatsoever, as if she didn't exist.

Wen Jiayue didn't mention it either, and shook her head.

Shen Fuhan then ordered the food to be served, and the two ate there.

Zhao Zhao lay in the cradle, her face turned towards them, staring intently at the dishes on the table.

Wen Jiayue chuckled and said, "Zhaozhao, are you craving something sweet?"

She made an "ah" sound, as if in response, or as if she were opening her mouth wide, waiting to be fed.

Wen Jiayue said softly, "You're still young. After the New Year, your mother will feed you."

Zhao Zhao smacked her lips a few times, but when no one fed her, she turned her head away unhappily.

Shen Fuhan asked, "Can't Zhaozhao eat anything right now?"

“No,” Wen Jiayue looked at him, “What does the Marquis intend to do?”

"I..." He hesitated for a moment, but finally admitted, "I want to feed her."

Wen Jiayue said with a half-smile, "I didn't realize that the cold and ruthless Lord Shen was actually a kind father."

Shen Fuhan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Cold and ruthless?"

His expression was even colder, but he didn't seem angry. Wen Jiayue wasn't too scared and continued to pick up food.

That's what everyone says.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Fuhan asked, "Do you think so too?"