RPAGF Chapter 338 Divorce Agreement?
Chapter 338 Divorce Agreement?
Although she went to bed late, Wen Jiayue woke up relatively early.
In the instant I regained consciousness, last night's dream flooded my mind.
She dreamt that after resolving Li Zhilan's matter, she and Shen Fuhan lived their lives in a cold, distant, and polite manner, devoid of affection or love.
The dream was dark and oppressive, making it hard for her to breathe.
Before he died, Shen Fuhan held her hand and said that he had loved her for many years, but she did not like him.
Wen Jiayue didn't know whether she was startled awake or woke up naturally.
She rubbed her slightly sore eyes and sighed softly.
It's true what they say, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night; but this dream was far too absurd.
Shen Fuhan likes her? Don't scare her.
But this dream is also a good omen, at least it solved the problem of Li Zhilan.
Wen Jiayue turned to the side, preparing to ring the bell, when she suddenly noticed a note on her pillow.
She paused, hesitant, not daring to touch it, much less guess what it contained.
Last night, she and Shen Fuhan were both putting on a show of calm, which actually made her feel relieved.
After all, she found it hard to explain why she had cried last night. She didn't want to tell the truth, but she didn't know how to lie to him.
Shen Fuhan pretended nothing had happened at the time. Did he regret it after waking up and insist on clarifying things with her, which is why he left the note?
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips, then mustered up some courage. It was just a note, what was she afraid of?
She unfolded the note in one go, and the sharp handwriting came into view—
Enter the palace at 1-3 PM, and I will come to pick you up.
Wen Jiayue was taken aback; so that's what it was about.
She smiled bitterly. Two lifetimes had passed, and she was still the only one living in constant fear.
She should really learn from Shen Fuhan's carefree attitude, his indifference to everyone and everything.
Dressed neatly, Wen Jiayue went to have breakfast.
Ruyi carefully observed the lady's expression. Seeing that she was calm and composed, she couldn't help but wonder if she had been hallucinating last night.
Wen Jiayue swallowed the food in her mouth and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
Ruyi was torn between bringing it up and not bringing it up, but finally said, "Madam, last night..."
“Last night was my own fault, it had nothing to do with the Marquis,” Wen Jiayue explained calmly. “You don’t need to worry, the Marquis is still very good to me.”
Ruyi could hardly believe it; this morning, when the Marquis went out, his face was so cold it was almost freezing.
However, the relationship between the lady and the marquis has always been quite unpredictable for her. Today they are loving and affectionate, but tomorrow they may ignore each other.
Perhaps... that's how it is between husband and wife; only the person drinking the water knows whether it's hot or cold. She's ultimately an outsider.
Ruyi said nothing more and focused on serving.
After finishing her meal, Wen Jiayue still felt a bit sore in her eyes and decided to go back for a nap.
As soon as I stepped out of the side hall, the steward came over with a visiting card.
Wen Jiayue stopped and asked, "Whose visiting card is this?"
"Reporting to Madam, it's from the Ningguo Duke's residence." The steward respectfully handed it over.
Wen Jiayue was not surprised. On the day of her coming-of-age banquet, the Duke of Ningguo had said that he would come to visit a few days ago, and now three days had passed.
She took it, opened it, glanced at it, and said she planned to visit her at 5 PM today, asking if she was free.
Unfortunately, she had to go to the palace and it was unknown when she would return.
Wen Jiayue then wrote a reply to express her apology and suggested changing the date to tomorrow.
Just after noon, a letter arrived from the Duke of Ningguo, stating that his family was going to a mountain villa in the suburbs of the capital for three days, and that the trip was to be rescheduled for the fifth day of the month.
Wen Jiayue readily agreed.
Just as the hour of Wei (1-3 PM) arrived, Shen Fuhan returned to his residence on time.
Wen Jiayue was already waiting at the gate of the mansion. She glanced at Shen Fuhan, who was riding on horseback, and was slightly taken aback.
He was dressed in a scarlet official robe, and from a distance, he looked like a top scholar parading through the streets.
Wen Jiayue almost forgot that she had always had a regret: she had never been able to witness his "riding high on the spring breeze, seeing all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day."
Originally, she had the opportunity to go, but Zhang told her earnestly that this was her future husband and that she could not meet him before the wedding.
She was only thirteen years old at the time, so she naturally obeyed, but Wen Ruohuan went out to the street.
When Wen Ruohuan returned, he described Shen Fuhan's appearance to her—tall and handsome, but he looked arrogant and conceited, and also seemed quite philandering and restless.
At that time, she naturally believed her sister. Upon hearing this, she felt utterly devastated and never imagined Shen Fuhan's appearance again before the engagement.
On their wedding day, she wore a red veil, so she couldn't see him in his wedding robes.
Normally, she wouldn't wait at the gate of the mansion, and of course, she had never seen him wearing a scarlet official robe and riding a horse.
Unexpectedly, after so long, by a twist of fate, her wish came true.
Lost in thought, Shen Fuhan had already walked up to her.
"It's windy today, why are we waiting here?"
Wen Jiayue came to her senses and said softly, "You said you would enter the palace at 1-3 PM, so naturally I will be punctual."
Shen Fuhan wanted to touch her hand to see if it was cold, but after raising his hand slightly, he lowered it and asked instead, "Are you cold?"
Wen Jiayue shook her head: "Let's go."
She lowered her eyes, lifted the hem of her skirt, and walked down the steps.
As I passed by, a sweet fragrance lingered in my nostrils, but it was quickly dispersed by the wind.
Shen Fuhan silently followed her.
As the carriage set off, Wen Jiayue reached into her sleeve, preparing to show him the reply from the Lady of the Ningguo Duke's Mansion.
Shen Fuhan caught a glimpse of black writing on white paper, and his heart skipped a beat.
He Lishu?
She didn't fall asleep until late last night. Could it be that she was contemplating whether to divorce him, and then fell asleep after making a decision?
Shen Fuhan clenched his fists. No, he would never agree.
He stared intently at the thin piece of paper until Wen Jiayue handed it to him with both hands.
He feigned composure and asked, "What?"
Only by clenching his palms tightly could he prevent the tremor in his voice from showing.
Wen Jiayue explained, "The visiting card from the Duke of Ningguo's mansion says they will visit our mansion on the fifth day of the month."
Shen Fuhan's stiff back suddenly relaxed, and he realized that he had been holding his breath the whole time before he began to breathe.
"This is a visiting card?" he asked through gritted teeth. "Is this the attitude of the Duke of Ningguo's mansion, just an ordinary piece of paper?"
Seeing that he didn't take it, Wen Jiayue put it back.
"Originally, I was going to send a formal visiting card today, but unfortunately, I have to go to the palace, and their family is going to a mountain villa in the suburbs of Beijing tomorrow, so I changed it to the fifth day. After a while, we started exchanging letters."
Shen Fuhan took a deep breath: "Don't scare me like that again."
Wen Jiayue was completely confused. When did she scare him?
Before she could ask, Shen Fuhan suddenly hugged her.
"Ah Yue," his voice was urgent and pleading, "I was wrong last night. Let's make up from now on, okay?"