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Chapter 317 Sincerity Chapter

Wen Jiayue looked at Shen Fuhan in alarm.

Has he lost his mind? Not only does he praise her beauty, but he also uses two lines of poetry to compliment her.

Seeing her strange expression, Shen Fuhan felt a little embarrassed and silently let go of her hand.

The next instant, his arm was forcefully grabbed, preventing him from leaving.

The instigator, Shen Funian, continued to hold his arm tightly while smiling and saying, "That's right, Big Brother is right, Sister-in-law is just that beautiful, like the moon."

The two siblings were acting strangely, so Wen Jiayue gave a dry laugh and changed the subject.

"Let's go have breakfast first."

After saying that, she picked up Zhao Zhao and fled as if she were escaping.

Watching her walk away, Shen Funian gave her a thumbs up and whispered, "Big brother, you really know how to compliment people!"

“But she doesn’t seem to like it,” Shen Fuhan said sadly, watching Wen Jiayue’s retreating figure. “She didn’t say anything.”

Shen Funian encouraged her again, "Sister-in-law is just shy. If you praise her a few more times, I guarantee she will look at you with new respect."

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly: "I will."

Now that he's made up his mind to make changes, he won't go back on his word.

Moreover, it wasn't as difficult as he had imagined to finally speak out what he had kept hidden in his heart.

Wen Jiayue sat down, her heart still pounding, probably because she had walked too fast.

Shen Fuhan's voice came to mind—"The woman by the wine shop is like the moon, her fair wrists are like frost and snow."

The two simple lines of poetry, when recited by him, sounded exceptionally clear and gentle, seemingly tinged with a hint of urgency, making her inexplicably feel that he was speaking from the heart.

But...would Shen Fuhan really say something like that?

But he did say it, and she heard it clearly, even remembering that he stressed the word "moon".

Wen Jiayue couldn't help but think of the words he had said last night: "A loving couple, of one heart and one mind." Was this the beginning of their... loving relationship?

Footsteps interrupted her thoughts. Wen Jiayue quickly lowered her head, pretending to play with Zhaozhao, and held her daughter's hand.

"Mother, eat."

Zhao Zhao had her eyes on the shrimp on the table early in the morning, and pointed to them with her other finger to show her mother.

Wen Jiayue then picked up two shrimp for her and said before Shen Fuhan and his sister could speak, "Zhaozhao has been enjoying eating shrimp lately."

She was afraid they would bring up the little incident from earlier, so she decided to strike first.

However, she underestimated Shen Funian's ability to make things up; no matter what she said, she could always steer the conversation to where Shen Funian wanted to go.

Upon hearing this, Shen Funian said, "It's alright if Zhaozhao likes to eat shrimp, but sister-in-law, please don't eat them."

Wen Jiayue asked suspiciously, "Why?"

"As the saying goes, you are what you eat. Eating shrimp will make you blind, and you won't be able to see how good my older brother is to you."

Wen Jiayue: "..."

As expected of siblings, they have a whole host of fallacies.

Shen Fuhan gave Shen Funian a warning glance and picked up a braised prawn.

After peeling it, he put it into Wen Jiayue's bowl and said in a low voice, "Don't listen to her nonsense. If you like, I'll peel some more for you."

Under Shen Funian's gleaming gaze, Wen Jiayue forced herself to speak, "Thank you, husband, but no need."

Shen Fuhan also looked at Shen Funian, his expression displeased, and said, "If you don't want to eat, then leave."

Seeing that his older brother was really angry, Shen Funian, who had been excited until now, finally behaved himself and silently ate a few mouthfuls of rice.

Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief; she could finally eat properly.

Halfway through the meal, the maid announced that Wen Ruohuan had arrived.

Upon hearing this, Shen Funian snorted, "How eager!"

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "You're no less impressive."

“Brother! I’ve been speaking up for you the whole time, and you treat me like this,” Shen Funian pulled out a handkerchief and pretended to wipe away tears. “You’ve really forgotten your sister now that you have a wife.”

Shen Fuhan ignored her and peeled another shrimp for Wen Jiayue.

Wen Jiayue refused, saying, "I really don't want to eat."

“But I sensed you weren’t quite done eating,” Shen Fuhan said, wiping his hands. “If you don’t want to eat it, just leave it there.”

The second half of the sentence was overheard by Wen Ruohuan, who had just entered the room. She rolled her eyes and immediately replied, "If you don't want to eat it, you can give it to me. I'm not picky about food."

Shen Funian rolled her eyes: "Even dogs aren't picky eaters."

Wen Ruohuan stomped her foot angrily: "You...!"

Glancing at her brother-in-law beside her, she stopped talking and said pitifully, "Is Third Aunt still blaming me? I already know I was wrong. If you still won't let it go, I'll accept it if you scold me to vent your anger. I will never talk back."

"Never talk back?" Shen Funian snorted twice. "That sounds nice, but were all those long-winded speeches from a dog?"

Wen Ruohuan's face turned red with anger, but she still held back and said coquettishly, "Sister, look at her."

Wen Jiayue smiled at her and deftly deflected the criticism, saying, "It was just an unintentional remark, Huan'er, don't take it to heart. Please sit down and have your meal."

It was expected that her useless older sister was unreliable; what status could she possibly have in this marquis's mansion? She could only live a life of swallowing her anger.

Wen Ruohuan looked at her brother-in-law, hoping he could say a few good words for her or at least look at her forbearance with new respect.

Unexpectedly, he simply lowered his head to peel shrimp and put them into Wen Jiayue's bowl.

Wen Ruohuan stared in astonishment at this scene. Her brother-in-law actually condescended to peel shrimp for Wen Jiayue?

His hands should be used to write and pontificate, not to do something as trivial as peeling shrimp! Especially not for Wen Jiayue!

“Husband, I already said I don’t want it,” Wen Jiayue said helplessly, handing it back to him. “You can eat it.”

Wen Jiayue actually refused, showing no appreciation whatsoever!

Wen Ruohuan's eyes widened in fury. What right did she have?!

However, her brother-in-law would definitely be angry if she did this, so Wen Ruohuan took a deep breath and waited to see what would happen.

"Okay, I won't peel it anymore."

A smile played on Shen Fuhan's lips as he put the shrimp into his mouth, as if Wen Jiayue had peeled it for him herself.

Wen Ruohuan was about to have trouble breathing. Why was her brother-in-law so good to Wen Jiayue?

She wasn't like this the last few times she came!

It must be an act, it must be fake!

Wen Ruohuan picked up her chopsticks, but before she knew it, they fell to the ground.

Wen Jiayue glanced at it and ordered, "Get a new pair for the Third Miss."

She asked, feigning concern, "How could you be so careless?"

"It's alright, sister. I just arrived in a rush and haven't quite caught my breath yet," Wen Ruohuan said with a forced smile. "Thank you for your concern, sister."

Shen Funian chuckled, gloating, "I think she was just angry, wasn't she?"

Wen Ruohuan swallowed her anger and said, "I don't understand what you're saying."

“If you don’t understand, that’s fine. I’ll explain it to you properly,” Shen Funian cleared his throat and drawled, “You… to my older brother…”

Wen Ruohuan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly interrupted her.

"What's wrong with me admiring my brother-in-law?" she asked, feigning composure. "Doesn't Third Aunt allow it?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Wen Jiayue's expression and, seeing the confusion on her face, felt relieved.

Having kept his thoughts hidden for so many years, Wen Jiayue will definitely never find out. When he dies some time later, he will surely be a confused ghost!

But Shen Funian already knows her thoughts, and what if she tells Wen Jiayue...

Wen Ruohuan pursed her lips. Whether for public or private reasons, she had to see the Princess.