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Chapter 361 Warming Feet

Shen Fuhan's tone was exceptionally gentle yet firm, tinged with a hint of doting.

It didn't sound like he was just trying to coax her; it sounded like he genuinely thought that way.

Wen Jiayue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she subconsciously denied it: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

“I’m not talking nonsense,” Shen Fuhan’s deep voice rang in her ear, “How can the moon in the sky be as beautiful as Wen Jiayue?”

Wen Jiayue couldn't help but smile. When did Shen Fuhan become so sweet-talking?

She suppressed her laughter and deliberately put on a stern face, saying, "The fairy Chang'e lives on the moon. She would be angry if she heard this."

Shen Fuhan asked with ease, "Are you angry?"

Wen Jiayue was completely confused: "Why am I angry?"

“You are the Moon Goddess Chang’e. If you are not angry, it means that the Moon Goddess Chang’e is not angry either.”

Wen Jiayue blushed as he said this: "Why are you talking about things that are getting more and more outrageous?"

Shen Fuhan countered, "Isn't A-Yue enjoying it too?"

"...I didn't."

“Yes, you didn’t,” Shen Fuhan continued, “I just enjoyed it and married the fairy Chang’e as my wife.”

Wen Jiayue pinched him: "Don't say that again."

Her pinching was no problem for Shen Fuhan. He chuckled and said, "Even if you pinch me, I'll enjoy it."

Wen Jiayue didn't want to talk to him anymore: "Put me down, I need to wash up."

She called out loudly, "Ruyi, come in!"

Shen Fuhan's face immediately tightened: "Don't let her in."

Wen Jiayue blurted out, "Are you having another episode?"

She realized her mistake only after she finished speaking, but her mouth was faster than her brain, and by the time she realized it, it was too late.

Just as she was about to say something to make amends, Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow and said, "Yes, I've had another episode."

Wen Jiayue was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond, when the door creaked open.

Ruyi walked in, but when she looked up she saw the Marquis holding his wife in front of the dressing table, so she quickly turned her back.

"What business does Madam have with me?"

Shen Fuhan said, "That's all for you. Get out of here."

Wen Jiayue asked anxiously, "Who will serve me?"

"I come."

"I don't want to, you always..."

"Always what?"

As Ruyi listened to their conversation, she silently withdrew, closing the door tightly behind her, and then let out a soft sigh of relief.

What a peaceful night!

Moreover, the Marquis and his wife's relationship grew even stronger, bringing double happiness to their family.

In the washroom, Wen Jiayue rinsed her mouth, and Shen Fuhan helped her wipe it.

She started washing her face; the water temperature was just right, and even the soap was one she liked.

After washing her face, Shen Fuhan handed her a warm towel and helped her dry it.

Then he set up the foot bath tub, squatted down, placed Wen Jiayue's feet on his lap, and slowly took off her shoes and socks.

Wen Jiayue curled her toes and said shyly, "Husband, I can do it myself."

Shen Fuhan didn't speak, and took off her stockings.

He did this so skillfully that Wen Jiayue relaxed and casually said, "If my husband were a woman, he could definitely serve as a personal maid no matter who he serves."

Shen Fuhan: "..."

His tender feelings vanished instantly, and he asked, slowly and deliberately, "A maid?"

“Yes, I think you did even better than Ruyi,” Wen Jiayue thought for a moment and asked, “Can you do this well just by being influenced by what you see and hear?”

She exclaimed, "It seems my husband is exceptionally gifted at everything he does."

Shen Fuhan showed no joy at her praise, gave a cold laugh, and said nothing.

After Wen Jiayue had soaked her feet, he carried her to the bed, covered her with a blanket, and turned back to the bathroom.

Wen Jiayue snuggled comfortably in bed with her eyes closed. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she noticed that Shen Fuhan had lifted the covers.

She didn't open her eyes, assuming he wouldn't do anything else tonight, and prepared to continue sleeping.

Unexpectedly, Shen Fuhan's hand suddenly landed on the back of her knees, as if he wanted to fold her up.

Wen Jiayue, unaware of his thoughts, asked blankly, "Husband, what are you doing?"

“Not my husband, but my maid,” Shen Fuhan said, holding her ankle. “The maid is warming your feet.”

Wen Jiayue instinctively sensed a hint of danger: "I'm not cold..."

“It’s alright if you’re not cold,” Shen Fuhan pulled her into his arms, “I’ll make you warmer so you can sleep better.”

With her feet gripped tightly by him, Wen Jiayue felt strange and awkward, and looked at Shen Fuhan in a panic.

“This isn’t the first time A-Yue has done this,” Shen Fuhan said, trying to keep his breathing steady. “What are you afraid of?”

Wen Jiayue immediately denied it: "I didn't!"

How could he slander her?

"Don't you remember when I wiped your feet?" Shen Fuhan reminded him, "Before you woke up..."

He took a deep breath before continuing in a hoarse voice, "That's what I do."

He blurted it out without any restraint, and Wen Jiayue covered her ears in self-deception.

Just how many bad things has Shen Fuhan done behind her back?!

Finally, it was over, and Wen Jiayue had lost all her strength.

Shen Fuhan took the handkerchief he had prepared and carefully wiped her clean.

Wen Jiayue grew increasingly ashamed and indignant, looking at him through teary eyes: "You're filthy!"

“I’ll take you to wash,” Shen Fuhan said with a satisfied look. “We’ll wash you thoroughly with floral soap, and then apply perfume. We’ll do this every day from now on, okay?”

Wen Jiayue could tell he wanted to do it again, and said angrily, "What a fake kindness!"

Shen Fuhan picked her up and said, "I admit it."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips, not wanting to see him so smug. She glanced at the pastries on the table and made up her mind.

When Shen Fuhan carried her back, she pointed to the snacks and said, "If you finish these snacks now, I will forgive you."

Hearing that it was so simple, Shen Fuhan, fearing she had other tricks up her sleeve, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Really?"

"Fine, don't believe me then," Wen Jiayue glared at him, "If you don't eat, I won't speak to you for the next three days."

Shen Fuhan shook his head and chuckled: "Okay, I promise you."

He untied the rope, slowly unfolded the oil paper package, and neatly stacked peach shortbread came into view.

He was taken aback. Why were they peach shortbreads?

Wen Jiayue urged, "What are you standing there for? Eat!"

Shen Fuhan snapped out of his daze, picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly, the familiar taste spreading between his lips and teeth.

Although it's not a perfect replica, the taste is almost identical.

After swallowing the peach shortbread, he slowly asked, "Did Fourth Brother say where the peach shortbread came from?"

Wen Jiayue assumed he was stalling for time, and besides, she couldn't reveal the origin of the peach shortbread.

"Why are you asking this? You probably just bought it randomly... Eat up, I've already counted them, it's eleven pieces in total. Don't try to cheat me, I'll be watching carefully."

Eleven peach shortbreads.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then put the peach shortbread in his mouth and quickly finished one.

Then came the second piece, the third piece... all the way to the last piece.

Wen Jiayue had never seen him eat so hastily before. After he finished eating, she quickly poured him a cup of tea.

"Why are you eating so fast? I didn't give you a time limit."

Shen Fuhan cleared his throat and said, "You go to sleep first, I'm going to Wuyou Courtyard."