RPAGF Chapter 307: Substitution
Chapter 307: Substitution
Wen Ruohuan walked quickly for a while and finally calmed down.
She took a deep breath and turned around to see her brother-in-law looking down at her sister, with a faint smile on his lips.
She stared in disbelief. Could her brother-in-law really smile so gently?
Looking at Wen Jiayue again, she pursed her lips and remained silent, seemingly annoyed by something.
From her perspective, it looked like a gentle husband coaxing an angry wife—what a perfect couple.
She couldn't help but feel jealous of Wen Jiayue; she had actually enjoyed such a good life for two whole years!
Wen Ruohuan's face contorted as she suddenly realized that her brother-in-law seemed to be looking at her, and she quickly forced a stiff smile.
She was glad she was far away; her brother-in-law probably wouldn't have seen her expression just now.
"Sister and brother-in-law, please hurry up."
Shen Fuhan ignored her, and she felt a little embarrassed. She tried to make amends by saying, "But it's not good to walk fast right after eating. I'll wait for you."
Shen Fuhan continued walking at a leisurely pace, as if he hadn't heard her speak.
After all, Wen Ruohuan was still useful, so Wen Jiayue couldn't be too cold to her. Therefore, she replied, "Then thank you very much, Huan'er. Where would you like to go?"
As they approached, Wen Ruohuan said, "I heard that there is a new lake in the Marquis's mansion. I haven't seen it yet. Sister and brother-in-law, please take me on a boat ride."
Shen Fuhan refused, saying, "It's cold, forget it."
The cruise ship wasn't very big, and he didn't want to ride on the same ship as her.
Wen Ruohuan was taken aback for a moment, then realized that her brother-in-law was worried that she would catch a cold.
She smiled shyly and said, "Brother-in-law, it's alright, I'm perfectly healthy, right, sister?"
Wen Jiayue chuckled, which was considered her agreement.
Shen Fuhan still refused: "I don't want to go."
He said he was accompanying Wen Ruohuan to stroll around the Marquis's residence, so naturally the guests' wishes should come first. His words seemed excessive.
But since he, as the host, didn't want to go, the guests could only coax him along.
Wen Ruohuan immediately said, "I'll do whatever my brother-in-law wants to do."
“I’ll listen to your sister,” Shen Fuhan said, looking at Wen Jiayue. “Where does A-Yue want to go?”
Upon hearing the name "A-Yue," Wen Ruohuan was so jealous she was practically spitting fire, and her expression instantly twisted into a grimace.
How could my brother-in-law call that bitch Wen Jiayue such an intimate name!
It must be an act, a performance for her!
Wen Ruohuan desperately tried to convince herself, clenching her fingers so tightly they almost dug into her flesh, before she could barely maintain her composure.
She smiled and said, "My brother-in-law and sister are just as loving as I imagined."
After she finished speaking, she playfully asked, "Where does Sister Yue want to go?"
Wen Jiayue glanced at her; her quirky and mischievous act was spot-on.
“Don’t mimic your brother-in-law’s way of speaking,” Wen Jiayue also put on an act. “What’s so good about that title? I don’t like hearing it, but your brother-in-law just insists on going against me.”
Shen Fuhan glanced at her, unsure whether she was telling the truth or lying.
Wen Ruohuan still smiled and said, "I think this is a good title. What do you call your brother-in-law in private?"
Suddenly, the phrase "Brother Fu Han" popped into Wen Jiayue's mind, but she quickly suppressed it.
But a blush involuntarily crept across her face, leaving her feeling awkward and uneasy.
She coughed lightly: "Of course I call you Lord Marquis, and occasionally I call you husband."
After saying that, she changed the subject, saying, "Let's not talk about this anymore. I don't have anywhere I want to go. Let's just walk around."
Wen Ruohuan didn't want to bring it up again. She turned around and walked forward, gritting her teeth and thinking that she had come here today just to suffer!
Behind her, Shen Fuhan leisurely kneaded the soft flesh of Wen Jiayue's palm and wrote the four characters "Brother Fuhan" stroke by stroke.
Wen Jiayue's palms were burning hot. She wanted to shake off his hand when he wrote the first character, but he held on tightly and insisted on finishing writing.
Shen Fuhan deliberately asked, "What words did I just write?"
Wen Jiayue glared at him; she wasn't going to answer.
"If you can't guess," Shen Fuhan said slowly, "you can guess slowly tonight."
Wen Jiayue ignored his nonsensical words. She had already had enough sex this month, and she wouldn't let him do whatever he wanted anymore.
The three walked one after the other, passing through a grove of osmanthus trees.
The Jing'an Marquis's residence is planted with osmanthus trees, which turn golden every autumn, creating a beautiful sight.
As more and more servants gathered in front of her, Wen Ruohuan racked her brains to find a topic to talk about and tried to walk with her brother-in-law.
Upon seeing the osmanthus tree, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered the osmanthus wine she had brewed last year.
So she stopped and, as they were about to catch up with her, asked, "Did my sister and brother-in-law drink the wine I brewed last year?"
Wen Jiayue had long forgotten about the matter, and upon hearing this, she replied perfunctorily, "I drank it. It's mellow and rich, no wonder it's wine brewed by Huan'er herself."
Wen Ruohuan didn't care what she said, and deliberately walked next to her brother-in-law, asking innocently, "What does brother-in-law think?"
Shen Fuhan subtly moved closer to Wen Jiayue before answering, "I forgot."
Wen Ruohuan pressed closer, unwilling to give up, but dared not go too far, taking only a small step.
"Brother-in-law, think it over carefully. If there are any shortcomings, I can make improvements this year."
Wen Jiayue asked, "You want to brew wine again?"
"Yes, I brew a jar of osmanthus wine for my sister and brother-in-law every year as a token of my appreciation."
Wen Ruohuan thought maliciously that next year, she would sprinkle the osmanthus wine she brewed this year on her brother-in-law's tombstone.
The thought that Wen Jiayue would be a handful of dust by this time next year filled her with a sense of pride and satisfaction.
So what if she was the wife of a marquis for two years? In the end, she still had to step down!
Shen Fuhan suddenly spoke up: "Since we're going to brew wine, why don't you go pick some osmanthus flowers?"
Wen Ruohuan was overjoyed. Her brother-in-law was so eager to drink the wine she had brewed.
He said he forgot earlier because Wen Jiayue was there, and he wanted to avoid suspicion by not praising his sister-in-law.
Wen Ruohuan immediately replied, "Okay, I'll go right away!"
As she spoke, she directed her servants to move ladders and fetch baskets, keeping them very busy.
There was a small pavilion nearby, and Shen Fuhan pulled Wen Jiayue to sit down.
Completely bewildered, Wen Jiayue asked, "My lord, what are you doing now?"
Shen Fuhan repeated his previous statement: "You'll find out soon enough."
Wen Ruohuan brought over a ladder and climbed it herself, intending to leave her brother-in-law with a lively and agile impression.
People like Wen Jiayue, to put it nicely, are dignified and gentle, but in reality, they are rigid and extremely boring.
She's so lively and adorable, completely different from Wen Jiayue, her brother-in-law will definitely like her.
While thinking, Wen Ruohuan picked half a basket of osmanthus flowers, handed it to a servant, and then took an empty basket upstairs.
At the same time, Ling He quietly approached Shen Fuhan.
"Reporting to Your Excellency, we have found it. I have replaced it with water as you instructed."
As he spoke, with his back to Wen Ruohuan, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, which was none other than the bottle of poison that Li Zhilan had given to Wen Ruohuan.