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Chapter 360 She is the Moon

After careful consideration, Shen Fuhan decided not to tell Wen Jiayue for the time being.

He was still hesitating about something, something similar to the matter between Li Zhilan and Fu Fei, which he shouldn't keep from her.

But then she thought, Pei Huaijin is a man, he wouldn't pretend to be close to her, and Wen Jiayue wouldn't think too much about it.

With this in mind, Shen Fuhan felt relieved and focused on his meal.

Wen Jiayue was completely unaware of the internal struggle in his mind. After having dinner, she went to wake Zhaozhao up.

She had been asleep for over an hour, and it was already completely dark; she hadn't even had dinner yet.

Liqiu and Xiaoman had already been woken up by their wet nurse. The two little girls groggily put on their shoes and socks, yawning as they stood aside waiting to be served.

Wen Jiayue couldn't bear it and wanted them to continue sleeping, but she was also worried that Zhaozhao would cry if she woke up and couldn't see them.

She gently patted Zhao Zhao's little face and said softly, "Zhao Zhao, get up and eat."

Zhao Zhao hummed twice, rolled over, curled up into a ball, and continued to sleep.

The red floral quilt arched into a round shape, and Wen Jiayue chuckled, unable to resist patting her daughter's little bottom.

Zhao Zhao still ignored her. Wen Jiayue thought for a moment and then asked Li Qiu and Xiao Man to wake Zhao Zhao up.

Liqiu didn't dare to shout loudly, afraid that the young lady would cry after waking up, so she gently called out, "Miss".

Xiaoman, being younger and bolder, called out loudly upon hearing this, "Miss, get up and eat!"

Upon hearing their voices, Zhao Zhao opened her eyes and saw them both looking at her. She immediately grinned.

This trick worked! Wen Jiayue said with satisfaction, "From now on, the task of waking Miss up will be entrusted to you. Go and have your meal. Miss doesn't need your service for now. If she's sleepy, she can just wash up and sleep here."

When Liqiu (the beginning of autumn) arrived, he obediently agreed. When Xiaoman (the beginning of fullness) heard that it was time to eat, he swallowed and replied half a beat late.

With everything seemingly fine on Zhao Zhao's end, Wen Jiayue prepared to return to her bedroom.

As soon as he stepped out the door, a servant announced that the Fourth Master had arrived.

Wen Jiayue looked towards the courtyard gate and indeed saw the figure of a tall, thin boy in a light blue robe.

She was a little surprised. Why was Shen Fuyou here so late?

"Sister-in-law!" Shen Fuyou also saw her and lifted a package that looked like snacks into the air. "I've come to bring you and my brother some things."

Wen Jiayue went up to her and asked, "What is it that's worth making a trip so late at night?"

Shen Fuyou looked around and, not seeing his elder brother, finally felt relieved.

But worried that her older brother might be hiding somewhere, she whispered, "Sister-in-law, where is my older brother?"

"He's in the bedroom. Shall I go and call him?"

“No need, no need,” Shen Fuyou said. “It’s better if he’s not here.”

He was acting mysteriously, and Wen Jiayue asked curiously, "What's going on here?"

Shen Fuyou handed the things in his hand to Wen Jiayue.

"Yan'er made these peach shortbreads herself. Let my sister-in-law and brother-in-law try them. You can't buy them anywhere else."

Wen Jiayue laughed and said, "You're so generous, thinking of me and your older brother."

Shen Fuyou said proudly, "That's right. You've been good to me, so naturally I, as your younger brother, should be good to you too."

He pretended to be magnanimous, but his heart was bleeding.

He originally didn't want to send it, intending to eat it himself, but Yan'er said she made too much and he couldn't possibly finish it all.

She also said that she wanted to gain recognition as soon as possible and enter the family, even if she couldn't be his wife, being a maidservant would be fine.

He couldn't bear to let her be a concubine; he wanted her to be his wife.

However, since Yan'er had gone to great lengths to ask him to do something, he had no choice but to reluctantly give up the lightest bag he could find.

Wen Jiayue accepted the peach shortbread and thanked her, saying, "Please thank Miss Yan'er for me."

Shen Fuyou immediately said, "Sure, I'm off then."

He immediately turned around, afraid that if he didn't leave soon, he wouldn't be able to resist taking the peach shortbread back with him.

Wen Jiayue said "Take care," and before she finished speaking, her figure disappeared into the night.

"They run really fast," Wen Jiayue exclaimed as she carried the peach shortbread back to her room.

Shen Fuhan was sitting on the bed reading a book when he saw Wen Jiayue come over and asked, "Fourth brother is here?"

Wen Jiayue placed the peach shortbread on the table, pursed her lips, and asked, "Since you heard it, why don't you go out?"

“What important business could he possibly have here?” Shen Fuhan turned a page of his book and said calmly, “It’s not worth me going to see him in person.”

Wen Jiayue sighed softly, "Alright, you are Lord Shen, and it's not easy to persuade you. Sending a nobody like me is just what I need."

Upon hearing this, Shen Fuhan immediately put the book aside, lifted the blanket, and walked towards her.

He carried Wen Jiayue to the long couch and sat her down: "I misspoke. I will definitely see you next time. You can rest in your room."

Wen Jiayue pouted slightly: "That's more like it."

Her appearance was so coquettish that Shen Fuhan's heart fluttered, and he kissed the corner of her lips. How could she be so adorable?

He then asked about what had just happened: "What brings Fourth Brother here?"

Wen Jiayue pointed to the table and said, "Send us some snacks."

Shen Fuhan didn't pay much attention: "I don't have a sweet tooth, you eat it."

He was more concerned about whether Shen Fuyou had found a balm to delay aging.

So he asked, "Did Fourth Brother mention the perfume?"

Seeing that he was still thinking about this, Wen Jiayue patted his face with a mixture of helplessness and amusement.

Unexpectedly, after only a few days, his face did feel smoother than before.

"I think what you're using now is enough; it's already quite soft."

"Soft?" Shen Fuhan frowned. "It will definitely develop wrinkles."

Softness implies looseness; he wants a taut face.

Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "If you keep frowning, wrinkles will appear here."

Her hands, as gentle as a spring breeze, slowly brushed across his brow, and the ripples on the lake surface returned to calm.

Shen Fuhan softened his expression and took her hand.

"I won't frown anymore."

Wen Jiayue didn't believe him at all; he frowned at least eight or ten times a day.

As if knowing she didn't believe him, Shen Fuhan continued, "If I frown again, you should smooth my brow like you did just now."

"Dream on," Wen Jiayue pulled her hand back. "I won't do it if there's no benefit to it."

Shen Fuhan asked leisurely, "What benefits does A-Yue want?"

Wen Jiayue looked around and caught a glimpse of the bright moon outside the window, then deliberately made things difficult for herself.

"I want the moon in the sky."

Shen Fuhan picked her up and carried her to the dressing table.

Wen Jiayue was a little confused: "Where's the moon?"

Is he going to show her the moon-themed jewelry on his dressing table?

Shen Fuhan showed her the bronze mirror.

Wen Jiayue looked in the direction he was pointing, and her confused expression was reflected in the bronze mirror.

"The moon is here."