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Chapter 261 Handwriting 1

Wen Jiayue blushed at her words. Although they weren't being affectionate, what they were doing was indeed unserious.

She glared at Shen Fuhan and said in a low voice, "Let go!"

“Don’t worry about her,” Shen Fuhan said, still holding on tightly. “Let’s go back.”

Wen Jiayue was taken aback. We're going back so soon?

Shen Funian was also stunned. She hadn't finished speaking yet, so why did she leave?

“You’re so stubborn, no amount of talking will help,” Shen Fuhan said coldly. “I’ll come back after you’ve figured things out.”

After he finished speaking, he turned around.

As expected, Shen Funian said repeatedly, "Big brother, I've thought it through, I really have. Please send Yao'er back."

"Third sister, you're still the same as before, quick to admit your mistakes," Shen Fuhan said indifferently. "When you promised me you'd break up with Wang Xiucai, you lied to me like this too."

Shen Fuhan clenched his fists and said, word by word, "When I let my guard down, you eloped with him."

Upon hearing him bring up this matter, Shen Funian lowered his head in a daze.

“You’ve already made a mistake once, I won’t let you make it a second time,” Shen Fuhan said. “To borrow your words, your older brother won’t harm you; I’m doing this for your own good.”

Shen Funian looked bewildered and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing that she didn't speak again, Shen Fuhan said, "I will take good care of Yao'er and pay attention to her studies. I'll be going now."

After leaving Chang Le Courtyard, Wen Jiayue finally spoke up: "My lord, you hurt me."

Shen Fuhan then realized how tightly he was holding her hand and quickly let go.

"Feel sorry."

Wen Jiayue shook her slightly numb wrist: "It's okay, I'm not blaming you."

She knew that his actions were unconscious and that it didn't hurt much.

Shen Fuhan frowned, took her hand in his arms, and examined it carefully; it was indeed a little red.

Wen Jiayue said nonchalantly, "It's really nothing. Do you think Third Sister can come to her senses?"

“That’s not important,” Shen Fuhan said. “I won’t let her raise the child according to her own whims from now on.”

Although Shen Funian was twenty-one years old, in his eyes she was no different from when she was fifteen, and not as mature as Wen Jiayue, who was three years younger than her.

Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "How can it not be important? We have to send Yao'er back sooner or later. Are you going to keep an eye on her all day?"

Shen Fuhan countered, "Do you know why Third Sister cares so much about Yao'er?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head.

"Because she only has Yao'er by her side. If Su Ye were here, she would be much better off."

Wen Jiayue frowned slightly, disliking his statement, as if Shen Funian couldn't live without men.

“That’s the truth,” Shen Fuhan said. “If we really can’t find Su Ye, I’ll have someone else take his place.”

Wen Jiayue was stunned and asked, "Are you serious?"

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly; he naturally understood his sister.

Wen Jiayue couldn't help but ponder. In her previous life, Su Ye had always lived in the Marquis's mansion, and Shen Funian had indeed never gone to such extremes.

Although I don't want to admit it, what Shen Fuhan said makes sense.

The two returned to the main courtyard side by side, where they saw Shen Chengyao waiting anxiously to the side, peeking and looking behind them.

Knowing what he was worried about, Wen Jiayue said softly, "Yao'er, don't worry, your mother didn't come."

Shen Chengyao finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Uncle and Aunt."

"Nothing much to do today, Yao'er? What are you planning to do?" Wen Jiayue led him into the courtyard. "Play with your sister or go take a nap first?"

Shen Chengyao glanced at his uncle, who had a serious expression, and didn't dare to say anything.

“Why should I be afraid of him?” Wen Jiayue said with a smile. “Don’t worry, your aunt will agree to anything you say.”

Shen Chengyao then spoke softly, "I want to practice horse stance and boxing."

Shen Fuhan glanced at him.

Completely surprised by his answer, Wen Jiayue asked in astonishment, "Why do you like it so much?"

“I don’t know either,” Shen Chengyao scratched his head, “I’ve liked it ever since my fourth uncle started teaching me.”

Shen Fuhan squatted down and pinched his arms and legs. He was indeed a good prospect for martial arts.

After a moment's hesitation, Shen Fuhan asked, "Practicing martial arts is tiring. Can you persevere?"

"I can!"

“From today onwards, I will teach you,” Shen Fuhan said, “but on the condition that you complete the assignments I give you.”

Shen Chengyao was somewhat excited. His fourth uncle said that his eldest uncle was even better at martial arts, and if his eldest uncle could teach him, he would improve even faster.

He immediately exclaimed, "Thank you, Master!"

Wen Jiayue chuckled: "You're an uncle, a teacher, and a master all at once, Lord Marquis, you're really busy."

Shen Fuhan straightened up: "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Wen Jiayue's heart stirred slightly; learning a few moves didn't seem like a bad thing.

She agreed: "Okay, I'll learn with Yao'er."

Shen Fuhan glanced at her with some surprise; he had only said it casually.

But seeing her interest, he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll teach you tonight."

"Me too! Me too!" Shen Chengyao cried out anxiously. "Uncle, you can't forget about me just because you have Aunt!"

Shen Fuhan coughed lightly: "I haven't forgotten, you'll come too tonight."

After taking care of all the matters, Shen Fuhan stood in front of the bookshelf and flipped through a book.

Teaching Wen Jiayue martial arts was no easy task; she was already eighteen years old, long past the prime age for learning martial arts.

However, she is rather weak, so practicing martial arts can strengthen her body and learning some self-defense techniques would be a good idea.

With this in mind, Shen Fuhan found several books on self-defense techniques that women could easily learn and studied them carefully.

As the sunlight gradually shifted, the light in the study dimmed.

He was getting a little tired of reading, so he put down the book, rubbed his temples, and asked Sibai to come and light the lamp.

The study was brightened again, and Sibo quietly withdrew.

Shen Fuhan opened his eyes and glanced at the painting of a dragonfly and lotus on the desk. It seemed to be covered in dust, so he picked it up casually.

He never let anyone touch his desk; he always tidied it up himself.

He'd been so busy these past few days that he'd forgotten to clean.

Shen Fuhan slowly wiped away the dust, then glanced at the inscription in the lower right corner and paused for a moment.

He stared for a long time, as if in a meditative state, without moving an inch.

After a moment, he opened the drawer and found the note that Pei Huaijin had written that day.

Because the handwriting was somewhat familiar, he didn't destroy it and kept it, thinking that he might remember it someday.

I never expected that clues would appear so quickly.

But he hoped he had misread it.

Shen Fuhan took a deep breath, calmly placed the paper next to the painting, and carefully compared it.

But no matter how critical he is, it's not hard to tell that it was written by the same person.

Shen Fuhan's face darkened as he crumpled the paper into a ball.

He still remembered that Pei Huaijin had come here that day and made a meaningful comment: "A loving couple."

What kind of loving couple is this? It's clearly a provocation!