RPAGF Chapter 262 Tearing Up the Inscription
Chapter 262 Tearing Up the Inscription
Shen Fuhan also thought of something else.
He recalled that night when Wen Jiayue didn't want him to see the paintings and made all sorts of excuses.
Looking back now, it was to prevent him from discovering Pei Huaijin's inscription.
At that time, she must have been hoping against hope that he wouldn't notice.
And how many of the inscriptions on those paintings that she wouldn't let him see were written by Pei Huaijin?
Or perhaps, there are a few paintings that they created together.
Just thinking about it made Shen Fuhan feel like he was going crazy.
At the time, he actually thought that she just thought her drawing skills were mediocre, so she didn't dare to show them to him.
Shen Fuhan slowly unfolded the paper she was clutching in her hand and calmly tore it into pieces.
His gaze fell on the painting, and he stared at it for a long time.
When I came to my senses, the painting and the inscription had already been separated in two.
He had no idea how he did it; all he knew was that in the instant he realized what had happened, a tremendous panic engulfed him.
This painting, lacking an inscription, is exactly the same as the scene in my dream.
With his deliberate alterations, almost everything, except for a few insignificant details, continued the developments from his dream.
If this continues...
Shen Fuhan took a deep breath, somewhat afraid to think too deeply.
He forced himself to calm down.
The fact that Wen Jiayue is still alive and well proves that there is still a chance to salvage the situation.
It's just a painting; it doesn't represent anything.
Now that things have come to this, there's no point in dwelling on those dreams anymore; they only add to the fear and have no value whatsoever.
He put the painting back in its place, and as for Pei Huaijin's inscription, he glanced at it and casually tossed it on the ground.
If he hadn't dreamt about it, what would he normally do after discovering this?
Shen Fuhan closed his eyes and pondered deeply.
The worst outcome would be that after all these events, he would despise Wen Jiayue, and the servants in the mansion would treat her differently based on her status. His grandmother would also make him continue to pay his respects to her morning and evening and continue to serve her.
To be tortured to death?
But in the dream, was it death from illness, overwork, or mental illness?
Even in a better scenario, he would treat her as usual, but a knot would still linger in his heart. Over time, this knot would gradually unravel, ultimately leading to the outcome he least wanted to face.
If we were to directly address this matter...
The moment the thought crossed his mind, he rejected the answer.
Once things are out in the open, everything will spiral out of control, and he can't accept that.
The best course of action now is to let him process this on his own until he is completely free of resentment.
Almost instantly, he found a reason for himself—
What he wanted was for her to be alive and by his side.
As for others and past events, they are not important.
She is his wife, and no one can change that.
Even for Pei Huaijin, it's still absolutely impossible.
What does it matter if he met her first, or spent years with her? His marriage to A-Yue was arranged when she was just born; their fate was predetermined.
Tuk-tuk-tuk——
"My lord, the madam sent someone to ask if you have finished your work and if it is time for you to go back for your meal."
Shen Fuhan came to his senses, somewhat surprised that she would actually send someone to inform him.
He responded and got up to go back to his room.
Even though he was prepared, when he saw Wen Jiayue, Pei Huaijin's inscription involuntarily came to mind, and his expression turned cold uncontrollably.
He looked away, forcing himself to forget about it, and strolled over.
"The Marquis is back," Wen Jiayue greeted him. "Shall we practice martial arts first or have a meal first?"
Seeing that it was getting dark and Yao'er was urging her, she finally sent someone to call Shen Fuhan back.
Having not taken the initiative in a long time, Wen Jiayue had to mentally prepare herself.
But in order to improve her health, she went all out.
Shen Chengyao answered quickly: "Practice martial arts!"
Shen Fuhan glanced at her and knew she had ulterior motives.
Since both the older and younger children were looking forward to it, he taught them a few moves each.
Shen Chengyao was quick to learn and took martial arts very seriously, so he learned quickly and well.
Wen Jiayue wasn't very talented. Even after Shen Fuhan taught her several times, her movements were still not up to standard, which made her feel a little embarrassed.
Shen Fuhan had no choice but to take matters into his own hands and personally correct her movements.
With so many servants in the courtyard, Wen Jiayue knew no one would stare, but she was still uncomfortable being so close to him and couldn't help but flinch away.
Shen Fuhan lowered his eyes and asked, "Do you want to learn?"
His expression was different from his usual indifferent demeanor; it was serious with a hint of helplessness.
He was simply teaching diligently, while she kept getting distracted by external things.
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and nodded gently.
Shen Fuhan's hand landed on her arm, gripped it tightly, and lifted it up.
“Remember this position,” he said in a deep voice, “that’s how you can exert force.”
Wen Jiayue suppressed the slightly chaotic thoughts in her heart and studied diligently.
After teaching all the movements, Shen Fuhan decisively withdrew his hand.
"Practice each movement repeatedly until it flows smoothly. I will check it tomorrow night."
Shen Chengyao raised his voice and said, "Yes, Master!"
Shen Fuhan looked at Wen Jiayue.
Wen Jiayue couldn't say such a thing; she simply nodded slightly.
Shen Fuhan insisted on asking, "Why doesn't A-Yue say anything?"
She had no choice but to say, "Thank you, Your Excellency."
“The Marquis won’t teach you these things,” he said, moving closer to her. “What should you call him?”
Wen Jiayue subconsciously took a half step back. The courtyard was full of maids; why was he acting like this?!
Shen Fuhan lowered his eyes and stared at her defensive and wary movements, feeling a dull pain in his heart, but he did not press her any further.
His current actions are all because of that painting; he shouldn't let his emotions control him.
After dinner, Shen Fuhan took Shen Chengyao to the study.
On the way, Shen Chengyao, who was usually despondent, started talking non-stop.
"Uncle, you're amazing! You're even more amazing than Fourth Uncle! From now on, I'll only learn martial arts from you!"
He said a lot, but when he looked up, he saw that his uncle was just staring silently ahead, as if he hadn't heard him at all.
He asked in confusion, "Uncle, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Shen Fuhan finally came to his senses. "Let's go."
Shen Chengyao rolled his eyes and asked, "Uncle, are you tired? Why don't you go back and rest? You can study again tomorrow night."
“Don’t even think about it,” Shen Fuhan said calmly. “I promised your mother that if you don’t study, I will send you back.”
Shen Chengyao shrank back, promising to be obedient.
Half an hour later, Shen Fuhan returned to his bedroom.
Wen Jiayue was still awake, and Zhao Zhao was also very energetic, rolling around on the bed.
Upon seeing him return, she exclaimed happily, "Father!"
Shen Fuhan stroked her soft little face and asked in a low voice, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Zhao Zhao climbed on top of him and tore his clothes into a mess.
Shen Fuhan didn't stop her; he simply protected her body to prevent her from falling.
Wen Jiayue, who had been watching from the sidelines, had no choice but to pick up her daughter and place her on the bed.
"Zhaozhao, you should go to sleep."
I don't know where such a small baby gets so much energy. Wen Jiayue has been coaxing her for a long time and is already sleepy.
Shen Fuhan said, "It's alright, Zhaozhao can play if she wants."
Wen Jiayue glared at him: "You make it sound so easy, Lord Marquis. You're the one who can coax me."
Shen Fuhan was silent for a moment, then said, "Call me husband."
Wen Jiayue was taken aback: "What?"
Shen Fuhan pulled her onto his lap and asked in a low voice, "I've worked so hard teaching you martial arts, can't I earn a single word of 'husband' in return?"