RPAGF Chapter 170 A Possessive Posture
Chapter 170 A Possessive Posture
The following morning, Wen Jiayue went to the Lin residence.
She was the only mistress on this trip; the old lady had long harbored a deep hatred for Lin Qianqian and would never come.
Shen Funian was somewhat inclined to come, after all, she had acted as Ling He's matchmaker for a few days, but she didn't want to hear other people's whispers, so she simply didn't come.
Shen Fuyou is like a dragon whose head and tail have disappeared without a trace. He has been nowhere to be seen for the past few days.
Shen Fuhan wouldn't be coming either. Although it was a day off, he wouldn't bother with such a trivial matter.
Therefore, Wen Jiayue had to go alone.
When she arrived at the Lin residence, it was more lively than she had imagined, with red silk and red lanterns hanging everywhere, creating a festive atmosphere.
As she walked and looked around, she suddenly met Lin Wanwan's gaze.
It had been a long time since I'd seen Lin Wanwan; she had gained some weight, and the spoiled look in her eyes had faded a bit.
There was a man standing next to her, presumably her husband, Young Master Chen.
Wen Jiayue took a closer look. Young Master Chen was also a handsome man, and when he looked at Lin Wanwan, his expression was somewhat tender.
Lin Wanwan exchanged a few words with her husband, then walked towards Wen Jiayue alone.
Wen Jiayue noticed that her hand was on her stomach, and her gaze fell on her flat abdomen.
“Sister-in-law,” Lin Wanwan smiled, “it’s been a long time.”
Wen Jiayue nodded slightly: "I noticed you were protecting your belly, are you pregnant?"
"Yes, just turned two months old."
She was about to become a mother, but there was no joy on her face.
Wen Jiayue offered her congratulations, then, unsure of what else to say, exchanged pleasantries and prepared to leave.
Lin Wanwan didn't let her leave, and asked in a low voice, "Did Cousin Fuyou come today?"
Wen Jiayue frowned and said, "You're already married, you shouldn't be thinking about this anymore."
“I didn’t care, I’ve already accepted my fate,” Lin Wanwan said stubbornly. “I just wanted to show some concern for my cousin.”
Wen Jiayue sighed and glanced at Young Master Chen not far away.
"I think he has feelings for you too, so don't do anything foolish."
Lin Wanwan sneered, "Affection?"
When they first got married, she did feel a little bit of superficial affection.
The child arrived at just the right time; she was ready to let go of Shen Fuyou and treat him with genuine affection.
But what kind of feelings could a man have for her who wanted to cheat on her just two weeks after she found out she was pregnant?
But she could only swallow her anger and keep quiet. She had her pride and wouldn't tell anyone about it.
Lin Wanwan asked, "Is your cousin-in-law not going to tell us?"
“I shouldn’t have said that,” Wen Jiayue said calmly, “but it’s for your own good.”
“Then let’s not talk about it,” Lin Wanwan said without pressing the matter. “One day, I will return to the Marquis’s residence.”
Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat. What did she mean by that?
“What are you thinking, cousin-in-law? I just want to regain my aunt’s favor,” Lin Wanwan said, pursing her lips. “I need someone to rely on so I won’t be bullied.”
Her maternal family was of modest means and could not offer her much help; only the Marquis of Jing'an's mansion could help her gain a foothold in the Chen family.
Wen Jiayue looked at her with a complicated expression.
Less than six months after their marriage, Lin Wanwan seemed like a completely different person.
The once willful and naive eldest daughter of the Lin family is gone, replaced by the shrewd and calculating young mistress of the Chen family.
The Chen family held the rank of fourth-grade vice minister of the Ministry of Rites, while the Lin family held only the rank of sixth-grade minor officials. Lin Wanwan was indeed marrying above her station.
Wen Jiayue couldn't help but feel a little emotional. This must be the case for girls who marry into higher social classes. They always have to give up something in order to gain a foothold in their husband's family.
After parting ways with Lin Wanwan, Wen Jiayue walked towards Lin Qianqian's courtyard.
The small courtyard was newly decorated, making it even more festive, and lively sounds could be heard from inside the house from time to time.
Wen Jiayue quickened her pace and went inside. The room fell silent, and everyone seemed a little surprised.
It was just a concubine's daughter getting married, yet the Lady of Jing'an Marquis came in person.
Lin Qianqian was putting her hair up when she saw Wen Jiayue in the bronze mirror and was also startled.
"Sister-in-law, what brings you here?"
"It's your wedding day today, so of course I had to come and see you," Wen Jiayue said with a smile. "What, aren't you happy to see me?"
Her tone was familiar, and Lin Qianqian, who was initially a little nervous, unconsciously smiled upon hearing this.
"Of course you're welcome, sister-in-law, please have a seat."
Wen Jiayue stared in the bronze mirror at the woman with her long black hair styled into a bun, somewhat dazed.
Her wedding day was so long ago that she could hardly remember the scene, but she did remember how nervous and apprehensive she was.
And so she entrusted her life to a man she had never met, and whatever the future held for her, good or bad, that was all she could do.
Wen Jiayue slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, watching Lin Qianqian put on the red veil, be carried out of her boudoir by her brother, and walk all the way out of the mansion to sit in the bridal sedan chair.
After the wedding procession left with its fanfare, the Lin residence became desolate and quiet.
Wen Jiayue declined the warm hospitality of the Lin family and returned to the Marquis's residence.
I thought Shen Fuhan would be in the study, but I didn't expect him to be in the bedroom playing with his daughter.
Upon seeing her return, Shen Fuhan asked in surprise, "So fast?"
Wen Jiayue was at a loss for words, so she could only respond with a soft reply.
Shen Fuhan wouldn't let her off the hook, asking, "Why didn't you go watch them get married?"
After the wedding ceremony, they were led to the bridal chamber; what he wanted to say was self-evident.
Wen Jiayue glared at him and sat down at the dressing table to remove her jewelry.
She wore a lot of jewelry this time, which made her head feel a bit heavy.
Shen Fuhan placed Zhaozhao in the cradle and walked towards her.
His long fingers fiddled with her jewelry for a moment, then he opened her dressing case.
Wen Jiayue didn't know why he suddenly became curious about her jewelry, but she didn't care and just pulled out the hairpin.
Shen Fuhan rummaged through two dressing cases and finally found the pair of South Sea pearl earrings.
Just then, Wen Jiayue took off the white jade earrings she was wearing that day, so he placed the South Sea pearl next to her ear.
Then, he bent down, gently pinched her earlobe, and carefully examined the location of her ear piercing.
Wen Jiayue was slightly stunned, and then she saw him push the earring in.
She suddenly felt a tickle and awkwardly turned her head away.
Shen Fuhan wouldn't let her move, pressing her head against his chest, supporting her chin with one hand and putting on an earring with the other.
A posture that exudes extreme possessiveness.
As if on purpose, his movements became increasingly slow, making it particularly tedious.
Wen Jiayue couldn't move at all; she could only feel her earlobes burning.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Fuhan straightened up and looked at her reflection in the bronze mirror.
Nan Zhu became her foil, and Fu Rong's gentle and graceful face suddenly became even more radiant.
His eyes darkened, and he leaned down again, their breaths mingling.
Wen Jiayue felt uncomfortable and subconsciously turned her face away.
But just as she started to move, he grabbed her chin and kissed her lips in a way that left no room for refusal.
With her breath taken away, Wen Jiayue felt dizzy.
Shen Fuhan whispered in his ear, "These earrings clearly match your clothes better, why aren't you wearing them?"