RPAGF Chapter 378 I like you
Chapter 378 I like you
Wen Jiayue was immediately flustered.
If she doesn't tell Shen Fuhan, he'll definitely interrogate her tonight, and she won't be able to stand it.
If I were to tell him... it seems the result would still be the same, and he might even deliberately use those positions.
Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue calmed down and glared at him fiercely.
"Stop threatening me. If I'm not happy, I won't agree to anything in the future." She thought of a good idea. "Right now, my opinion of you is only five points. If it drops any lower, you'll have nothing left."
Shen Fuhan pondered for a moment: "The perfect score shouldn't be one hundred or one thousand points, right?"
Wen Jiayue: "...Ten points. But since you've said that, changing it to one thousand points wouldn't be out of the question."
“No,” Shen Fuhan immediately refused, “it’s ten out of ten.”
Fearing he would bring up what had just happened again, Wen Jiayue added, "Do you want to know why you got five points?"
"More than that, I want to know where the other five points are missing so that I can find the right solution."
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips: "If you don't take back what you said, you'll lose six points."
Shen Fuhan immediately changed his tune: "Of course I want to know, Ayue, please tell me."
She snorted: "Go eat first, I'll tell you later."
Wen Jiayue turned and walked towards the side hall, a smile playing on her lips where Shen Fuhan couldn't see her.
Controlling Shen Fuhan is actually quite simple.
Shen Fuhan walked slowly behind her, watching her stand tall and proud like a proud little peacock, and couldn't help but chuckle.
What is she thinking? Doesn't he know?
She was acting strangely yesterday, as if she was looking for something. He noticed it was a fire-avoidance diagram and understood what was going on.
He didn't press further because he didn't want to provoke anything too much.
He could leave Beijing at any time, and if he lost control and had sex, all his efforts would be in vain.
After she washed up, Shen Fuhan helped her apply perfume while asking, "Can we talk now?"
Wen Jiayue then said what she had just thought of: "One part is my appearance, one part is my figure, one part is that they treat me quite well, and one part is that they dote on Zhaozhao."
Upon hearing this, Shen Fuhan showed no sign of joy; instead, his brows furrowed.
Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "You don't mean you want me to explain in detail, do you?"
She can no longer say those cloying things.
“No,” Shen Fuhan said slowly, “Why do you say that I only treat you well, but I dote on Zhaozhao?”
Wen Jiayue didn't think anything of it, but was surprised to hear this and said, "That's true, you treat Zhaozhao so well."
She was happy to see this happen. In her previous life, Shen Fuhan hadn't doted on Zhaozhao like this, almost to the point of spoiling her.
She couldn't help but think that part of the reason might be that when Zhao Zhao was first born, she had Shen Fuhan help her take care of Zhao Zhao herself.
Therefore, he developed a deep father-daughter relationship with Zhaozhao.
Wen Jiayue felt she had made an incredibly wise decision; once she had her second child, she would also make Shen Fuhan…
Wait, this is too early for that. Why is she thinking about this?
Wen Jiayue shook off the increasingly distorted thoughts in her mind and looked at Shen Fuhan.
Seeing that he remained silent, and since the perfume was almost applied, she got up and said, "I'm going to sleep."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Fuhan put his arm around her waist and carried her to sit down on the long couch.
He rested his chin on her shoulder and asked in a deep voice, "Have I really treated Zhaozhao better than I've treated you?"
“Yes,” Wen Jiayue said with a smile, “Weren’t you especially happy after hearing that?”
He loves Zhaozhao so much that he even guards against three-year-old Cui Yu. Although she sometimes feels helpless, she is gradually coming to understand.
It's a good thing that Zhao Zhao has had her father's protection since she was a child. It's much better than when she was young and Zhang Shi made all the decisions. Having a biological father or not makes no difference.
Shen Fuhan said, enunciating each word clearly, "I'm not happy."
Wen Jiayue never expected him to say that. She was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why?"
Shen Fuhan nuzzled her face: "In my heart, A-Yue is number one, Zhao Zhao is number two, and even our biological daughter can't surpass you."
But in her heart, she clearly thought Zhaozhao was more important than her, and that was his problem.
“I will treat you even better from now on,” Shen Fuhan promised, “so that you will know how much I…like you.”
When he uttered the last three words, his voice was very soft, as if he was embarrassed.
For Shen Fuhan, he had never spoken his love aloud before, nor had he ever expressed it so obviously. He felt somewhat uncomfortable saying such things for the first time.
But he still said it, his ears burning, yet he pretended to be calm.
Wen Jiayue wasn't much better off; her fingers clenched the hem of her skirt, and her gaze darted around.
She could feel the heat rising from her face, hotter than freshly boiled tea.
After a long pause, she softly replied, "My husband's current performance has earned him an extra point in my heart."
"You were won over with just a few sweet words?" Shen Fuhan gripped her slender waist. "If I say a few more words, will it be a perfect score?"
"No way," Wen Jiayue retorted softly, "I'll get used to it after hearing it so many times, and it won't earn me any points anymore."
“In that case, I’ll have to say less,” Shen Fuhan chuckled softly, “How about saying it once a year?”
Wen Jiayue knew he was teasing her, but she didn't want to let him have his way, so she said with a straight face, "Whatever."
"Throwing a tantrum again?"
His tone showed no impatience, but rather a hint of indulgence, which made Wen Jiayue's cheeks, which had finally cooled down a little, burn even hotter.
She avoided answering, urging, "Let go of me, I'm going to sleep."
“Ah Yue, it’s good to throw a tantrum,” Shen Fuhan squeezed her hand tightly. “It’s also good to be a little temperamental. In my eyes, no matter what you do, it’s adorable.”
Wen Jiayue bit her lip and asked, "Don't you find it annoying?"
"will not."
Wen Jiayue retorted, "You're saying that now, but when I get old and lose my looks, you'll definitely find me repulsive."
"I'm seven years older than you. When you're old and faded, won't I be buried in the ground by then...?"
Wen Jiayue quickly pulled out a hand and covered his mouth.
"You don't seem to mind people saying you're old, but you don't seem to mind yourself."
Shen Fuhan chuckled and kissed her palm.
"I've come to terms with it. I've heard that older men are more caring. Those around your age aren't good enough, especially those three years older—they're the least reliable."
Hearing that he seemed to be implying something, Wen Jiayue glared at him and ignored him.
However, this is a good opportunity to explain her relationship with Pei Huaijin.
Although it was sometimes amusing to see him being jealous, she didn't want him to continue misunderstanding her.
Even though Pei Huaijin had said he didn't want others to know his past identity, she believed Shen Fuhan would keep quiet.
After thinking for a moment, Wen Jiayue said, "Husband, I want to tell you something about me and the current heir of the Duke of Qi."