RPAGF Chapter 196 Drunk
Chapter 196 Drunk
Wen Jiayue's expression didn't seem like she liked it; instead, she looked somewhat embarrassed.
Shen Fuhan asked, "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Wen Jiayue looked at him, completely bewildered.
Shen Fuhan paused, then stopped dwelling on the trivial matter and said, "Let's move forward."
As he spoke, he lifted his leg and walked towards the lake.
Wen Jiayue followed him and asked suspiciously, "Are you really just here to relax?"
There are twelve hours in a day, and Shen Fuhan wished he could have two more hours to make it work. Yet today he actually had the leisure to come here and relax.
Moreover, he was just accompanying her to relax, which is unlike his usual style.
Shen Fuhan said calmly, "If you don't want to clear your mind, then go back."
Wen Jiayue shook her head: "Let's stay here for a while."
There is no lake in the Marquis's mansion, only a few ponds, which are used to feed fish on ordinary days.
She rarely left the mansion, but occasionally came to the lakeside to enjoy the scenery, which was refreshing and good for her mind and body.
I walked halfway around the lake, and the sky was almost dyed a deep, dark blue, with only the setting sun remaining.
Dragonflies flitted low across the lake surface from time to time, creating small ripples.
Wen Jiayue found it interesting and stopped to watch for a moment.
Shen Fuhan suddenly asked, "Why do you like dragonflies?"
Wen Jiayue was taken aback. She had never liked dragonflies. How should she answer?
After hesitating for a moment, she finally said, "Because of that poem, 'A small lotus bud has just emerged, and a dragonfly has already landed on it,' I think the imagery is quite beautiful."
Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "If that's the case, why haven't I seen you draw these two lines of poetry?"
“I think I drew this when I was little,” Wen Jiayue thought for a moment. “I have a vague memory of it.”
Her childhood paintings are still there; if you go back and look through them, you're sure to find them.
Shen Fuhan then said, "Go back and look for it."
Wen Jiayue immediately refused: "I can't show it to you."
"Why?"
“Because, because…” Wen Jia pursed her lips and said, “It’s not suitable for formal occasions, you’ll definitely laugh at my poor painting skills.”
Shen Fuhan glanced at her: "When have I ever made fun of you?"
"On the surface, it may not be, but who knows what it might be in their heart..."
She seemed somewhat unsure of herself, and her voice grew softer and softer.
Shen Fuhan scoffed: "You must have made up stories about me in your heart, so you think of me as someone like you."
Wen Jiayue's thoughts were exposed, and her face flushed red as she said, "I'm not that kind of person!"
“It’s not the best,” Shen Fuhan continued walking forward, “I’ll go back after I finish one lap.”
As darkness fell completely, the dragonflies vanished without a trace, disappearing to rest somewhere.
She didn't know where her childhood dragonfly brother had moved to, or whether he was doing well now.
Wen Jiayue took one last look at the lake and reeds before getting into the carriage.
Shen Fuhan asked, "Do you like it here?"
“I like it,” Wen Jiayue said casually. “It would be great if there was a lake in the Marquis’s mansion, preferably where we could go boating.”
In that case, when Zhaozhao grows up a bit, she can go boating in the mansion anytime.
Shen Fuhan pondered for a moment, then said, "Okay."
Wen Jiayue was a little confused: "What's good about it?"
“Build a lake in the manor,” Shen Fuhan said. “I will find craftsmen to build it in a few days.”
Wen Jiayue blinked gently. She had only mentioned it casually, and he had agreed so readily?
Without giving herself a chance to think, she immediately asked, "Why did you suddenly agree, Lord Marquis?"
He must have had his own reasons, and it wasn't because of her.
She's already deceived herself enough times; she doesn't want to do it again.
Shen Fuhan was silent for a moment, then said, "I asked a fortune teller a while ago, and he said that if there is a lot of water in the mansion, it will be good for my grandmother's health."
Originally, he only wanted to dig a pond in Ninghui Hall, but since Wen Jiayue wanted a lake, he decided to build one in the mansion.
Wen Jiayue lowered her eyes slightly; it really wasn't because of her.
She remembered something: after the old lady experienced her first heart palpitation in her previous life, Shen Fuhan had someone dig a pond in Ninghui Hall.
This time, the pond was simply replaced with a lake.
Since the old lady fell ill last time due to Shen Fuhan's anger, her filial piety could not be contained in a small pond.
Wen Jiayue reminded herself once again not to have even the slightest thought about Shen Fuhan.
Even if he doesn't like Li Zhilan, he won't fall for her.
The two remained silent for the rest of the journey, each lost in their own thoughts, until the carriage came to a stop.
Wen Jiayue stepped down, but what came into view was not the Jing'an Marquis's residence, but the Peach Blossom Spring Restaurant.
A fragrant aroma wafted over, reminding her that she had rushed out that evening and hadn't eaten yet.
The two went up to a private room on the second floor.
Wen Jiayue was indeed a bit hungry, so she ordered two more of her favorite dishes.
Shen Fuhan only added one more pot of wine before sending the waiter out.
Before long, the wine was served.
Shen Fuhan poured himself a cup of wine. The fragrance of bamboo mingled with the sweet scent of peach blossoms, just like the signature bamboo and peach blossoms of Peach Blossom Spring.
He poured a glass for Wen Jiayue as well.
Wen Jiayue wanted to refuse, but it was too late. She frowned and said, "I don't drink."
She always remembered that on the day Lin Wanwan got married, she drank some wine and was taken advantage of by Shen Fuhan. From then on, she broke her vow and couldn't stop.
Although this wine is indeed quite delicious, she had a glass of it when she came here with Shen Funian the other time.
“If you don’t want to drink, then don’t,” Shen Fuhan said calmly. “I’m not forcing you.”
Wen Jiayue glared at him; even if he forced her, she wouldn't drink it.
After a short while, the food was served.
Wen Jiayue focused on her meal, the fragrance of peach blossoms wafting past her nose from time to time, making her want to try some.
Last time she drank a whole glass and then became disoriented, so she should be fine after drinking half a glass this time, right?
Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue picked up her wine cup.
Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Didn't you say you weren't going to drink?"
“I suddenly feel like drinking,” Wen Jiayue said matter-of-factly, “Is that not allowed?”
"Row."
Shen Fuhan raised his glass and clinked it with hers, then drank it all in one gulp.
Wen Jiayue couldn't be as nonchalant as him; she took a sip and then put it down.
Although she drank little, she seemed to become addicted, taking small sips every now and then, and soon she had drunk half a cup.
She hesitated when she picked up the wine cup again.
As if knowing what she was struggling with, Shen Fuhan quickly spoke up.
"You got drunk last time because you drank too fast. It's okay to drink slowly."
Wen Jiayue asked with a hint of disbelief, "Really?"
“It’s fake,” Shen Fuhan said frankly. “Don’t drink it.”
Wen Jiayue snorted, determined to drink it in front of him.
Shen Fuhan smiled slightly.
Wen Jiayue put down her wine cup and looked up to see the corners of his lips slightly upturned. She couldn't help but frown. What was Shen Fuhan smiling about?
Shen Fuhan paused slightly: "What did you say?"
Wen Jiayue asked, puzzled, "What did I say?"
"You just called my name."
"I do not have."
Once he realized she was drunk, Shen Fuhan didn't argue with her anymore.
She did this the first two times she was drunk; she would call his name.
The name always sounded especially tender when she said it.
Especially on the bed.