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Chapter 357 A-Yue is angry

Wen Jiayue sometimes really admires Shen Fuhan.

Regardless of the occasion, if they're unhappy, they'll say whatever comes to mind without giving anyone any leeway.

She fell silent for a moment, unsure how to help him, so she simply let him be. She didn't want to be his safety net all the time.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue stopped worrying, picked up her teacup, took a sip of tea, and glared at him.

When people come to visit, he not only doesn't welcome them, but he also speaks coldly and doesn't give them a way out.

Fortunately, Bai Zhi didn't take it to heart and deftly said, "I think so too. A family with a daughter is sought after by a hundred families. Zhao Zhao's appearance and personality are both top-notch, so it's no problem for her to be sought after by a thousand families. Lord Shen will naturally have to choose a son-in-law carefully."

Shen Fuhan nodded and said shamelessly, "That's right, I plan to let Zhaozhao get married when she's twenty."

Bai Zhi was taken aback, and looked at Zhao Zhao, who was only one year old, with a complicated expression. Lord Shen was thinking quite far ahead.

Seeing that he was getting more and more out of control, Wen Jiayue said helplessly, "Husband, go and catch up with the Duke of Ningguo. Don't meddle in our women's affairs."

Shen Fuhan then stood up and, instead of going to the Duke of Ningguo, went to find Zhaozhao.

Wen Jiayue sighed, thinking, "He really is..."

She had nothing more to say, and out of sight, out of mind, she didn't look in his direction again.

Shen Fuhan walked to Zhaozhao's side, and Cui Yu, who was standing next to him, respectfully called him "Uncle".

He responded, looked at his daughter, and asked, "What is Zhaozhao doing?"

Zhao Zhao glanced at her father and stuffed the flowers in her hand into his.

Several clusters of unidentified small yellow flowers have bloomed around the pavilion in the middle of the lake. They are remarkably resilient and are still blooming in November.

Shen Fuhan said, "Father doesn't like this, go give it to your mother."

This will get Zhao Zhao away, so that Cui Yu won't keep clinging to her.

But Zhao Zhao felt a little wronged after hearing this. Did her father not like the flowers she picked?

She looked at him pitifully, which softened Shen Fuhan's heart.

“Father suddenly likes them again,” Shen Fuhan said, carefully putting the flowers away. “Why don’t you pick a few more to give to Mother?”

Zhao Zhao was finally satisfied and took Cui Yu's hand: "Find... Hua Hua!"

Seeing that her daughter still wanted to search with Cui Yu, Shen Fuhan's expression tightened. Reluctant to scold her daughter, she spoke to Cui Yu instead.

“Cui Yu, you are already three years old. You should understand the principle that men and women should not touch each other.”

“Uncle is right,” Cui Yu said, lowering his head, “but as soon as I let go, my little sister Zhao Zhao will cry.”

Shen Fuhan didn't believe it at all and gestured for him to let go.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go of her hand, Zhao Zhao grabbed it again and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Cui Yu tried to let go again, and Zhao Zhao said unhappily, "Brother Xiaoyu!"

Her eyes were already filled with tears, her big, watery eyes staring at Cui Yu, making it impossible for anyone to refuse her.

Cui Yu looked at her uncle and asked if they should try a third time.

Shen Fuhan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. What's so good about this kid?

He remained depressed until the weather turned cool and the Duke of Ningguo and his wife prepared to take their leave, at which point he felt a little better.

As soon as the ship docked, dark clouds covered the sun.

It looked like it was going to snow, so without exchanging any more pleasantries, Shen Fuhan and Wen Jiayue escorted them to the gate of the mansion.

Little Fish Brother was leaving, and Zhao Zhao was unhappy, repeatedly saying, "Little Fish Brother, play."

“I’ll come in a few days,” Cui Yu said, looking up at Zhao Zhao, who was being held by her uncle. “I’ll play with you then.”

Zhao Zhao didn't quite understand when "a few days" meant, but she was satisfied with the promise and perked up her legs in her father's arms.

Shen Fuhan pressed down on his daughter's fidgeting feet and said, "Walk slowly."

Wen Jiayue waved to them and watched the Ningguo Duke's family leave.

Once the carriage disappeared at the end of the long street, Wen Jiayue's smile vanished, and she turned back.

Shen Fuhan keenly sensed her bad mood and asked, "A-Yue, what's wrong?"

Wen Jiayue intended to ignore him, so she quickened her pace and walked towards the main courtyard.

Shen Fuhan followed anxiously, wondering if he had offended her today.

After thinking it over, he felt that he had done a pretty good job today, but she was unhappy.

After Wen Jiayue entered the bedroom, Shen Fuhan thought for a moment, then handed Zhaozhao over to the wet nurse. When he turned around, he found that the door was already tightly closed.

He was somewhat helpless; why was he suddenly so angry?

"Ah Yue, open the door."

Wen Jiayue didn't respond until he said it three times, and his attitude remained good. Only then did she get up and open the door on the gate.

Afraid that she might change her mind, Shen Fuhan slipped inside and immediately asked, "A-Yue, did I do something wrong today?"

Wen Jiayue glanced at him: "Don't you know?"

It's so obvious, yet he still asks again!

Shen Fuhan pondered for a moment, then asked, "Is it about the arranged marriage?"

Wen Jiayue replied, "Can't you tell that the Duchess of Ningguo was just joking?"

“Whether it’s a joke or not, I’ll say it,” Shen Fuhan scoffed. “Zhaozhao will absolutely not marry Cui Yu.”

Wen Jiayue was completely speechless: "You should go outside and calm down."

Two children who are only four years old in total, what are they thinking about for their future?

"I'm not leaving," Shen Fuhan said righteously, trying to persuade her. "Ayue, Zhaozhao may be young, but there are some things we can't compromise on. We can't let anyone take advantage of Zhaozhao. What if these things get out?"

Wen Jiayue was somewhat persuaded by him, and remained silent, pursing her lips.

“Of course, A-Yue’s idea makes sense,” Shen Fuhan put his arm around her shoulder. “They are still children, at the most innocent age. I’m overthinking it.”

Wen Jiayue snorted: "You know that's good. Next time Cui Yu comes over, you're not allowed to give him the cold shoulder."

Shen Fuhan's expression immediately changed: "There will be a next time?"

Wen Jiayue sighed: "The two children are getting along very well, of course there will be a next time. Perhaps in a few days, the Duke of Ningguo will invite us to his residence as guests."

"That's easy, just find a reason to refuse."

Wen Jiayue was about to retort when she suddenly remembered that Shen Fuhan would be leaving the capital in a few days, so she said, "Let's talk about it then."

Seeing that she had agreed, Shen Fuhan lowered his head and kissed her cheek, saying in a deep voice, "I knew A-Yue was the best."

Wen Jiayue almost got goosebumps. These words actually came from Shen Fuhan's mouth?

She couldn't help but tremble. Shen Fuhan thought she liked it and gently kissed her lips.

"Um..." Wen Jiayue said haltingly, "No... my husband..."

Shen Fuhan suddenly wanted to hear her call him by another name, so he coaxed her, "Call me Brother Fuhan."

Wen Jiayue remained remarkably clear-headed, completely unaffected by him, and instead asked in bewilderment, "Who did you learn that from?"

“Zhaozhao,” Shen Fuhan pecked her lips, “she has called me Brother Xiaoyu so many times, it’s time for you to call me Brother Fuhan.”

"What's the point of this?"

"My own fabricated fallacies."

Wen Jiayue: "..."