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Chapter 53 Standing Up for Her

Wen Jiayue knew what the old lady was thinking.

They were simply relying on Shen Fuhan's presence to conclude that she wouldn't refuse like she did in the early morning.

But she is no longer the Wen Jiayue of the past.

She smiled, her expression calm and gentle.

“Grandmother, I asked Granny Zhao to tell you this morning that I am not feeling well and the morning and evening greetings will have to be postponed for a while. Didn’t Granny Zhao tell you that?”

The old lady said, "Of course I did, but..."

"Did Grandmother just forget?" Wen Jiayue interrupted her. "I just repeated it again. I hope Grandmother will understand my health."

The old lady hadn't expected her to be so eloquent, giving her no chance to speak at all.

After a long pause, he said, "You've been resting for three months, so you should be fully recovered by now. In the village, women would be back in the fields right after giving birth, unlike you who are so delicate."

The old lady's tone was disdainful, but Wen Jiayue pretended not to notice and sighed softly.

"The girls in the village are really pitiful. They can't even have a peaceful postpartum period. It must be because their mothers-in-law treat them badly, and their husbands don't care about their wives either."

As she spoke, she gave Shen Fuhan a subtle glare, saying, "I'm talking about you. Now you're playing the silent card!"

Shen Fuhan didn't speak, but Shen Funian spoke up impatiently.

“Grandmother, she is not well. How can she take care of you? What if she falls ill in Ninghui Hall? Wouldn’t it be a laughing stock if word got out? Our household already has enough laughing stock!”

She picked up her chopsticks and said, "Let's eat first, I'm starving."

Wang Chengyao also called out, "Your aunt just gave birth to your little sister, she needs to rest well!"

Seeing that the mother and son were siding with Wen Jiayue, the old lady was immediately furious.

"Who are others laughing at? It's you, being tricked into having a son at such a young age!"

This matter was mentioned several times over the course of a month, infuriating Shen Funian.

"I'm a joke, I'll commit suicide to atone for my sins, okay!"

She slammed down her chopsticks and angrily dragged Wang Chengyao out.

"Mom, slow down, I can't keep up!"

Shen Fuhan glanced at Wen Jiayue: "Go and take a look."

Wen Jiayue immediately understood and stood up, saying, "I'll go and try to persuade Third Sister."

Behind her, the old lady's voice rang out, but Wen Jiayue pretended not to hear it and ran away, lifting the hem of her skirt.

Stepping out of Ninghui Hall, finally escaping this place of trouble, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ruyi, panting, asked, "Madam, where are we going now?"

"Follow her."

Regardless of her motives, Shen Funian had helped her once, and she was grateful for the kindness shown to her.

Not far away, Shen Funian dragged Wang Chengyao forward, seemingly heading back to Chang Le Yuan.

Halfway there, Wen Jiayue instructed, "Go and have the kitchen cook two bowls of noodles and bring them over."

Following the mother and son into Chang Le Courtyard, Wen Jiayue sat down as if she knew her way around.

Shen Funian glanced at her: "You're quite uninhibited, acting like you're at home."

Wen Jiayue smiled. She used to come here often and was quite familiar with the place.

Shen Funian was silent for a moment, then gave a self-deprecating smile.

"That's true. You are my elder brother's wife, and the Marquis's mansion was originally your home, but it's no longer my home."

After she eloped and returned home, her grandmother's attitude towards her changed noticeably, and the servants gossiped about it behind her back.

She didn't care. The person in charge of this mansion was her eldest brother, and he hadn't kicked her out, so she shamelessly stayed.

However, she was no longer the third young lady of the Jing'an Marquis's mansion; everything had changed.

Wen Jiayue was slightly taken aback. Even the usually carefree Shen Funian felt out of place in the Marquis's mansion.

However, she could understand, since having a child of unknown origin meant she would likely be gossiped about a lot.

She didn't reopen Shen Funian's wounds, and said softly, "This isn't my home either."

Shen Funian retorted, "That's not very meaningful of you to say. My older brother has been good to you enough."

Wen Jiayue didn't argue with her about this, and lowered her eyes to smooth out the wrinkles on her sleeves.

"Thank you for standing up for me earlier."

Shen Funian retorted stubbornly, "Who spoke up for you? I was just hungry. You guys keep chatting like this, who can stand it?"

Hearing this, Wang Chengyao, who was sitting to the side playing with a small wooden sword, ran over and said expectantly, "Mom, I'm hungry too."

Shen Funian got angry when she saw him: "Go hungry, if you're so hungry you can't stand it, I'll bite your fat arm."

Wen Jiayue: "..."

Wang Chengyao sat to the side, looking aggrieved.

Wen Jiayue said, "I asked the kitchen to make two bowls of noodles, they'll be delivered in a bit."

Wang Chengyao's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Aunt!"

Shen Funian snorted: "You've really thought of everything. Don't think I'll appreciate your kindness."

“I appreciate your kindness,” Wen Jiayue said earnestly, “You are much better than your older brother.”

They speak their minds directly and never beat around the bush. Although sometimes what they say may not be pleasant to hear, it doesn't really cause any harm.

Shen Fuhan is a man of few words, rarely speaking. When he does speak, his words are always appropriate, but upon closer examination, they are like sharp swords piercing one's heart.

“Don’t you dare speak ill of my older brother,” Shen Funian glared at her, “or I’ll tell him to divorce you.”

These words posed no threat to Wen Jiayue, who replied calmly, "I already said it was only a matter of time."

"You are simply unreasonable!"

As they were talking, the aroma of scallion oil noodles wafted over from the courtyard, and Wang Chengyao sniffed as he ran outside.

"Dinner's here! Dinner's here!"

Seeing this, Wen Jiayue stood up and said, "Don't take what Grandmother said to heart. You'll feel better after you eat and take a nap. I'm leaving now."

“Wait a minute,” Shen Funian said awkwardly, “You haven’t eaten either, sit down and eat with us.”

"I only had two bowls cooked..."

“Yao’er is still young, he only needs to eat half a bowl. I’ll give him some, you sit down and eat.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Chengyao, who had followed the noodles in, felt as if the sky had fallen.

"Mom, I can finish it!"

"Even if you can finish it, you have to eat less," Shen Funian glared at him. "With your weight, what decent girl will marry you?"

Wang Chengyao reluctantly said, "Alright, my aunt is good to me, so I'm willing to share the noodles with her."

Wen Jiayue smiled and patted his head: "Then I shall respectfully accept your offer."

After finishing her noodles, Wen Jiayue left Chang Le Courtyard and leisurely returned home.

As she walked past the side hall, she kept her eyes straight ahead, but was stopped by Shen Fuhan.

"Come and have your meal."

She glanced in surprise into the side hall, where the octagonal table was piled high with food, and Shen Fuhan sat upright to the side, not touching his chopsticks.

Wen Jiayue said, "I've already eaten at Third Sister's. Please enjoy your meal, Lord Marquis."

She continued walking forward, outwardly calm but inwardly pleased.

I never expected that Shen Fuhan would wait for her to have a meal. How wonderful.

It must be unpleasant to wait for someone who never comes.

She went straight into the inner room, and the side hall became quiet.

Shen Fuhan stared silently at the table full of dishes for a long time before finally picking up his chopsticks.