RPAGF Chapter 235 The Second Dream
Chapter 235 The Second Dream
When Shen Fuhan returned to the Marquis's residence, Wen Jiayue was just about to go to sleep.
Seeing him return, she glanced at him briefly before looking away, carrying Zhao Zhao to the innermost side, and turning her back to him.
Shen Fuhan paused, then asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips. How dare he ask that!
Recalling last night, Shen Fuhan understood somewhat. He walked slowly to the bedside and reached out his hand.
Wen Jiayue was confused. What was going on?
"If you're still angry, then keep biting me."
Wen Jiayue glared at him: "I don't bite people."
Shen Fuhan asked slowly and deliberately, "The one who bit me last night, could it have been Zhaozhao?"
Wen Jiayue retorted angrily, "Stop spouting nonsense."
"It seems you really have forgotten." Shen Fuhan picked her up and showed her the teeth marks on the back of her hand.
Wen Jiayue stared blankly at the back of his hand, where the teeth marks were clearly visible, as if it were indeed her bite.
Shen Fuhan said, "If you don't believe me, bite me in the same spot again."
Wen Jiayue was somewhat bewildered; she had no recollection of when she had bitten him.
"Look……"
Zhao Zhao was still awake. Seeing her father and mother looking at something, she became curious and insisted on coming closer to take a look.
Shen Fuhan then held out the back of his hand to Zhaozhao and said in a serious tone, "Your mother bit you like that, Zhaozhao, don't imitate her."
Zhao Zhao ignored what he was saying, cupped his big hand in her little hand and examined it carefully, then let out a "woof".
Caught off guard, Shen Fuhan was bitten again by her daughter. She hissed, "Just like when your mother bit someone last night."
Wen Jiayue's face immediately turned red: "Don't talk nonsense."
However, this reminded her that before she fell into a deep sleep, she was so angry that she didn't care what she had grabbed and bit down on it.
Unexpectedly, it was Shen Fuhan's hand.
Remembering something, she quickly asked, "The Princess didn't see it, did she?"
Li Zhilan was already angry enough; she didn't want to "add insult to injury."
“No,” Shen Fuhan paused, “what does it have to do with her?”
Wen Jiayue lowered her eyes and said, "I just don't want others to see."
"But you only asked the Eldest Princess," Shen Fuhan asked, "Are you afraid she might harm you?"
Wen Jiayue hesitated for only a moment before nodding and saying, "I've been feeling a bit anxious lately, but I don't know why."
If I repeat it a few more times, perhaps Shen Fuhan will take it more seriously.
When he leaves the capital, he will leave behind more guards for her to command.
Upon hearing this, Shen Fuhan clenched his fists tightly, though his expression remained unchanged.
“Don’t be afraid, nothing will happen,” Shen Fuhan said. “If you are really scared, go to the temple and pray properly on Zhaozhao’s birthday.”
Wen Jiayue nodded and agreed.
If she did the math, there were still eleven days until Zhao Zhao's birthday. She needed to start thinking about how to fake being sick.
Shen Fuhan can take your pulse, so no matter how well she pretends, it won't work. She has to do something and be ruthless to herself.
Wen Jiayue then came up with the idea of deliberately using cold water when taking a bath, which only required doing it two or three days in advance.
On Zhao Zhao's birthday, it was a time that was neither good nor bad, but we still celebrated her birthday.
Five days before Zhaozhao's birthday, the construction of the lake in the Marquis's mansion was completed.
Although Wen Jiayue was curious, she refrained from looking, wanting to wait until Zhaozhao's birthday to go with her.
"How about Mother takes Zhaozhao on a boat trip in a few days?" Wen Jiayue said with a smile. "Zhaozhao will definitely like it."
Zhao Zhao didn't quite understand what it meant to ride a boat, but seeing her mother happy, she smiled too.
Wen Jiayue gently patted her daughter's head. What she couldn't achieve in her past life, she would make her daughter achieve in this life.
"Sister-in-law," Shen Funian suddenly poked her head out from outside the door, "Are you free?"
Wen Jiayue hesitated and asked, "You want to go out again?"
“You understand me best,” Shen Funian said with a smile. “Let’s go, let’s go for a walk with me.”
Wen Jiayue didn't really want to go; her legs ached from walking so much last time, and she hadn't stopped for a moment.
She used Shen Fuhan as a shield: "Your older brother is off today. What if he needs to contact me but I'm not here?"
“Then let him come out to find you,” Shen Funian said, pulling her outside. “Leave Zhaozhao with the wet nurse, and let’s go have some fun.”
Wen Jiayue had no choice but to go with her.
She had barely left the mansion when Shen Fuhan returned to his room.
Looking around, Wen Jiayue was nowhere to be found.
The maidservant quickly replied, "Madam went to the market with Third Miss and left a quarter of an hour ago."
Shen Fuhan nodded, a thought of going to find her arising in his mind, but he suppressed it when he remembered that Shen Funian was also there.
Moreover, the Dali Temple had a major case these past few days, which was only closed yesterday, and he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.
Thinking of this, Shen Fuhan walked into the bedroom, intending to close his eyes and rest for a while.
He said he was resting with his eyes closed, but whether he fell asleep was not something he could control, and he soon drifted off to sleep.
His vision darkened, and then he saw an antique yet familiar furnishing. Although there were some changes, he recognized this as his study.
Shen Fuhan was slightly taken aback. Had he entered a dream again?
He slowly approached Shen Fuhan, who was writing a letter in his dream, and his gaze fell on the letter.
This is a letter written to Yao'er, but his surname is still "Wang" in the letter, which is obviously before he changed his surname in the dream.
The letter also mentioned the matter of changing his surname, stating that once he returned to the capital, his surname would be changed, and the title of Marquis of Jing'an would also be given to him.
In his dream, Shen Fuhan quickly finished writing the letter, summoned Sibo, and asked him to mail it.
Suddenly, the world spun around, and before you knew it, it was the day you received the letter.
A young and beautiful woman came in with Sibo.
Shen Fuhan was taken aback, his brows furrowing. Who was she?
Even if Wen Jiayue really did... he would never take a concubine!
He stared at himself in his dream and found himself increasingly repulsive. He saw him as a hypocrite, and he refused to acknowledge that they were the same person.
Therefore, these consecutive dreams must be false.
Shen Fuhan stared coldly at the woman, and the more he looked, the more familiar she seemed, as if he had seen her somewhere before.
As he was pondering, the woman curtsied and called out, "Uncle."
Shen Fuhan paused for a moment. So it was Yao'er's wife. He had thought...
He finally remembered that she was in the second dream, so he had a general impression of her.
Shen Fuhan's emotions calmed down considerably; he had almost misunderstood himself.
In his dream, he began to speak, and he carefully deciphered it using lip reading skills he had learned over time.
"Get up, Yao'er's letter... This one is for you..."
These were all useless words, so Shen Fuhan stopped reading and began to look around the study, hoping to make some new discoveries.
His gaze swept across the desk, but then suddenly stopped.
A painting sits in a golden nanmu wood frame; it is a lotus flower and a dragonfly, a gift from Wen Jiayue.
But... why was the inscription on his birthday cut off?