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Chapter 347 Will you like me a little more?

"What did you say?!"

Shen Fuyou almost fell off the chair and quickly grabbed the armrest.

"Brother, don't scare me!" he asked in a panic. "What happened to you?"

"I wasn't triggered, it just suddenly occurred to me that I'm twenty-five."

"Is this the first time you've realized you're twenty-five?" Shen Fuyou asked, puzzled. "In another six months, you'll be twenty-six, right?"

Shen Fuhan glanced at him, and Shen Fuyou immediately fell silent.

But after being quiet for a short while, he chuckled again: "Big brother, have you realized that you're so much older than your sister-in-law and want to look younger?"

嫩？

Shen Fuhan couldn't quite accept this word and didn't speak.

Seeing his silence, Shen Fuyou knew he had guessed correctly, and laughed so hard he almost fell over, becoming even more arrogant.

"Big brother, big brother, you actually have moments of insecurity too!"

Shen Fuhan stood up and walked straight to his bedroom.

Now that the words have been spoken and the laughter has been exchanged, the perfume balm must be obtained.

Seeing him get up and walk out, Shen Fuyou's laughter stopped abruptly.

I almost forgot, the letter Yan'er wrote to him is still on the table in the bedroom!

"Hey, hey, hey," Shen Fuyou quickly followed, "Big brother, it's not like I'm not going to give it to you, you don't need to be in such a hurry, do you?"

The moment Shen Fuhan pushed open the door, he darted inside. Seeing no letter on the table, he paused for a moment.

It must have been Siyu who put it away for him. Shen Fuyou was somewhat touched and soon rewarded him with silver.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Shen Fuyou found the perfume and handed a jar to her elder brother.

"Everyone loves beauty, brother, don't feel embarrassed, use it generously."

Shen Fuhan took it and said without any hesitation, "Give me the other one too."

This jar is so small, it won't last long at all.

Shen Fuyou's jaw dropped in surprise: "Big brother, are you going to apply it to your whole body?"

He pondered for a moment, then thought it was a good idea and said, "I can consider it."

Shen Fuyou: "..."

In order to make his elder brother's face worthy of his sister-in-law, he reluctantly contributed his two jars of perfume.

Shen Fuhan stuffed the perfume into his sleeve and said, "There's one more thing I want to ask you."

Shen Fuyou's heart skipped a beat, and he said obsequiously, "Brother, ask me anything, I will answer everything I know."

“It’s between me and your sister-in-law,” Shen Fuhan said carefully. “She doesn’t want to communicate with me, and I don’t know how to get her to open up.”

Shen Fuyou thought it was something serious, and upon hearing this, she said, "If she won't communicate, then you should take the initiative to speak. Once the conversation gets interesting, your sister-in-law will naturally start talking."

“But I’ve already spoken up,” Shen Fuhan said sadly, “She doesn’t care at all, and she doesn’t really want to hear my explanation.”

Shen Fuyou clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Then you're in big trouble. Your sister-in-law is definitely disappointed in you."

Shen Fuhan had a vague feeling about this, but he didn't dare to admit it.

He asked in a low voice, "So, is there any way to salvage this?"

Shen Fuyou dared not make any suggestions rashly, for it would be even more difficult if things went wrong.

“How about this,” he said, a sudden idea popping into his head. “Tomorrow I’ll talk to my sister-in-law and find out what’s going on, and then I’ll think of a solution for my brother.”

Shen Fuhan pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly.

It must be admitted that it might have been more effective for Shen Fuyou to ask the question.

After leaving Wuyou Courtyard, Shen Fuhan returned to his bedroom.

The sound of running water filled the bathroom as Wen Jiayue took a shower.

He looked around, and an idea quietly popped into his mind.

Since he found the letter in his dream, he could naturally find it too.

Before Wen Jiayue came out, he began to rummage through the drawers and cabinets.

They searched several seemingly secluded places, but found nothing.

Undeterred, Shen Fuhan opened the several boxes that Wen Jiayue had brought.

He patiently carried out the quilts and blankets and searched for them.

He had a premonition that the letter was hidden here.

He was so engrossed in his search that he didn't even notice the water in the bathroom gradually stopped.

He was startled when the door was pushed open and looked up.

Wen Jiayue was even more shocked: "Husband, what are you doing?"

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment before calmly explaining, "I feel the bedding on the bed isn't very comfortable, so I'd like to change to a new one."

Upon hearing this, Ruyi panicked and begged for forgiveness: "This servant deserves to die."

She was always the one who changed and washed the bedding in the bedroom. If the Marquis felt uncomfortable, it must be her fault.

“It’s alright,” Shen Fuhan said. “You can go now.”

Ruyi looked up in disbelief. Was the Marquis just going to let her go like that?

She could hardly believe it and looked at her wife.

Wen Jiayue gave her a reassuring look and said, "I don't feel uncomfortable at all. Perhaps it's not the bedding? Did my husband come into contact with something unclean?"

Shen Fuhan silently put the quilts back in place: "Perhaps."

Seeing that he really didn't intend to hold it against her, Wen Jiayue gestured for Ruyi to leave quickly.

Just because he doesn't care now doesn't mean he won't care later. It's best for Ruyi to avoid appearing in public tonight.

After Ruyi walked out the door, Wen Jiayue suddenly realized that no one would help her dry her hair anymore.

She took a bath on a whim. The sky was overcast and the weather was not good. It was about to get cold, so she decided to take a bath while it wasn't too cold yet.

Now she has to do it herself.

Wen Jiayue sighed softly, sat down in front of the dressing table, and watched Shen Fuhan move the bedding while drying her hair.

Seeing that he had moved everything back, Wen Jiayue asked curiously, "Husband, weren't you going to change the bedding?"

Shen Fuhan paused slightly as he was about to close the trunk, then calmly explained, "I suddenly felt that the other bedding felt even more uncomfortable to the touch."

Wen Jiayue cursed him in her heart for making a fuss, but she just said "Oh" and continued drying her hair.

Shen Fuhan stepped forward, looked at her for a moment, and took the handkerchief from her hand.

"I'll help you wipe it."

Wen Jiayue instinctively refused: "No need..."

Shen Fuhan had already picked her up, and in the blink of an eye, he sat on the couch, while she sat on his lap.

They were too close, and Wen Jiayue pushed against his chest in a panic.

Her still-damp hair caressed his skin, and a fragrant breeze wafted over. Shen Fuhan couldn't help but embrace her slender waist.

"Don't move," he nuzzled her face affectionately, "I'll dry your hair for you."

But the way he looked didn't resemble someone drying their hair at all.

Wen Jiayue, quick-witted, reached out and covered his face, frowning as she said, "You're hurting me."

Shen Fuhan froze for a moment, then touched the stubble on his chin and suddenly remembered that he had grown a beard in his dream.

He took her wrist and let her stroke his chin.

"Ah Yue, if I grow a beard in the future, will you let me shave it off, or leave it as it is?"

Wen Jiayue withdrew her hand in disgust: "I don't like beards."

Shen Fuhan took her hand, their fingers intertwined.

If I didn't grow my hair, would you like me a little more?