RPAGF Chapter 278 Putting her to sleep
Chapter 278 Putting her to sleep
Chapter 278 Putting her to sleep
After dinner, Shen Fuhan went to instruct Shen Chengyao as usual.
After the two of them had walked away, Shen Funian asked excitedly, "Sister-in-law, is my older brother good to you?"
She had been counting the dishes; her brother had served her food five times, and each time he had chosen dishes that his sister-in-law liked.
She was very pleased with her brother's attentiveness.
Wen Jiayue didn't want to argue with her, so she went along with her words and said, "The Marquis has always been very good to me."
Although she didn't know why Shen Fuhan suddenly acted this way, apart from the slight tremor she felt while practicing martial arts, she didn't feel anything else.
She guessed that he was in a good mood today, so he was much gentler with her.
Although his face was somewhat gloomy when he first returned... why was he gloomy?
But Wen Jiayue quickly stopped thinking about it. What was the point of thinking so much? In the end, it would only be a case of worrying for nothing.
"This time is different!" Shen Funian said anxiously, "Didn't you notice that my older brother is unusually gentle?"
She assured him, "I swear, my older brother will be even gentler in the future, not only gentle and considerate, but also gentle and considerate."
Wen Jiayue: "...You seem to have said 'gentle and considerate' twice."
“I’m emphasizing this,” Shen Funian glared at her, “You just say whether you believe it or not.”
"I believe you," Wen Jiayue said helplessly, "The Marquis is the most gentle and considerate man."
She paused for a moment, then realized what she meant: "How do you know so much? Did you say something to your older brother?"
Shen Funian cleared his throat and said guiltily, "What can I say? Do you think I can force my elder brother to be gentle and considerate? I've just seen through my elder brother's thoughts."
That's true," Wen Jiayue asked casually, "What are you thinking?"
"It's just because I like you," Shen Funian said with a smile.
Wen Jiayue just smiled and changed the subject, saying, "Niannian, why don't you learn martial arts with me and Yao'er? I've clearly felt that my body is much lighter these past two days."
"I won't learn it," Shen Funian pouted. "I'd rather lie down than sit, and sit than stand. Wouldn't learning martial arts kill me?"
After saying that, she slumped onto the couch, adopting an attitude of "whoever wants to learn can learn, I'm not going to."
Wen Jiayue smiled and shook her head: "Alright, I won't force you."
The two of them chatted happily, while Shen Fuhan and Shen Chengyao on the other side seemed much more silent.
After Shen Chengyao finished writing a large character, he showed it to his uncle, but there was no response for a long time.
He looked up in confusion and realized that his uncle was staring at the flickering candlelight, lost in thought.
"Uncle, Uncle?" He waved his hand in front of his eyes. "Uncle!"
Shen Fuhan snapped out of her daze: "What's wrong?"
“I’ve finished writing,” Shen Chengyao said, pointing to the Xuan paper. “Uncle, please take a look and see if I’ve written it well.”
Shen Fuhan glanced down and said, "Okay, continue."
As Shen Chengyao dipped his brush in ink, he asked, "Uncle, were you thinking about something important just now?"
His mother said that his uncle was very capable, and even the emperor had to ask his uncle's opinion before making a decision, so he naturally admired him.
My uncle suddenly lost in thought; he certainly wasn't like him, only thinking about big chicken legs or big pork knuckles.
Instead, he was thinking about important things that he couldn't understand.
"It's nothing serious," Shen Fuhan said calmly. "Just focus on writing."
Shen Chengyao muttered under his breath, "Mother is lying."
My uncle must be thinking how delicious the big chicken leg must be.
Shen Fuhan desperately needed something to distract him, so instead of scolding him for not paying attention, she casually asked, "How did she lie to you?"
Seeing his uncle chatting with him, Shen Chengyao immediately said, "Mother said that Uncle has the country and the world on his mind, and he is thinking about important things."
Talking about these things is much more fun than reading and writing. Once he relaxed, he started scribbling on the rice paper.
Shen Fuhan looked at the circles he drew, one after another, which made him feel irritated.
He exhaled a breath of stale air and said, "I was thinking about your aunt."
Shen Chengyao asked curiously, "What's wrong with your aunt?"
“She…” Shen Fuhan paused, “Never mind, it’s nothing.”
To say these things to a child who doesn't know how to keep secrets is practically whispering in Wen Jiayue's ear.
However, since they are children, people can be less wary of them.
After thinking for a moment, Shen Fuhan asked, "Yao'er, is there anything you particularly like?"
Shen Chengyao was struggling to choose between a large chicken leg and a large pork knuckle when he suddenly noticed the sword hanging on the wall and blurted out, "I like Uncle's sword!"
Shen Fuhan was somewhat surprised, but still nodded and said, "As long as you promise your uncle one thing, your uncle will give you this sword when you grow up a bit more."
"Really?" Shen Chengyao asked hurriedly, "What is it?"
Shen Fuhan patiently instructed: "From now on, when your aunt speaks, you must listen carefully. If you hear someone with the surname Pei, or the heir apparent, or the Duke of Qi's mansion, then tell me."
Shen Chengyao nodded vigorously: "Okay!"
Seeing his quick agreement, Shen Fuhan said with satisfaction, "In a few days, I will give you a small wooden sword. If you are skilled at using it, I will give you a real sword that you can use now."
The uncle and nephew reached an agreement, and the time was about right.
Back in the courtyard, Shen Funian didn't say a word of unnecessary talk and immediately took her son back, afraid of disturbing her brother and sister-in-law.
Wen Jiayue didn't have much to say, and carried Zhaozhao back to their room.
After they washed up, Wen Jiayue coaxed Zhaozhao to sleep.
Shen Fuhan said, "I'll do it."
Wen Jiayue glanced at him in surprise, but did not refuse. Since he was willing to do this, she was naturally happy to see it happen.
She closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep, when a large hand landed on her back and patted her gently.
Wen Jiayue looked at him in confusion: "My lord, why are you taking pictures of me?"
"To lull you to sleep," Shen Fuhan continued to pat her back gently and rhythmically, and whispered, "Close your eyes."
Wen Jiayue felt a little uncomfortable and whispered, "I'm not a child anymore, why are you trying to comfort me?"
Shen Fuhan said, "You are seven years younger than me, so what's wrong with me taking care of you a little more?"
Wen Jiayue was stunned, unable to believe that these words came from Shen Fuhan's mouth.
"Why are you looking at me?" Shen Fuhan lowered his eyes slightly and looked at his daughter. "Zhaozhao is almost asleep."
Wen Jiayue still stared at him in disbelief. Had Shen Fuhan been struck by lightning, causing such a drastic change in his personality?
Under her gaze, Shen Fuhan remained unmoved, placing the sleeping Zhaozhao on the innermost side.
“It seems you’re harder to coax than Zhaozhao,” he said, moving closer to her. “I’ll coax you a little longer.”
His voice was soft, no longer like the chilling ice, but as enchanting as a gentle breeze.
By the moonlight, Wen Jiayue stared at him blankly.
Perhaps it was the hazy moonlight that softened his handsome and sharp features, making even his eyes seem affectionate.
He gazed at her and slowly kissed her lips.
Wen Jiayue felt no resistance whatsoever, and curiously felt his hand fall on her hair, gently brush her cheek, glide over her arm, and stop at her waist.
Scalding hot.
Shen Fuhan's eyes darkened as he leaned closer.
Between breaths, he restrained his movements and asked in a low voice, "Ah Yue, is it alright?"
He wanted her to say yes, but he also wanted her to say no.
We already had sex once yesterday in the study. If we do it again tonight, it will break the rule that we cannot have sex consecutively.
Does she really like gentle and considerate men that much?
Shen Fuhan held his breath, waiting for her answer.