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Chapter 121 I'll Kiss You If You Don't Listen

Back in the main courtyard, Wen Jiayue had the wet nurse bring Zhao Zhao over.

She was about to go two weeks without seeing her daughter, so she wanted to make the most of her time to play with her.

The five-month-old baby was soft all over. Wen Jiayue stroked her face, trying to make her smile.

Calculating the time, by the time she returns to the manor, Zhao Zhao will be exactly six months old.

Wen Jiayue then remembered what she had said before—that she would sleep with her daughter after Zhaozhao turned six months old.

When she gets back, she will definitely sleep with Zhaozhao every day.

Wen Jiayue lowered her head and kissed her little face, saying softly, "Mother won't be back for at least half a month. Will Zhao Zhao miss Mother?"

Zhao Zhao ignored her and, attracted by her earring, reached out to grab it.

Wen Jiayue held her little hand and said helplessly, "You, you've surely forgotten your mother, haven't you?"

"will not."

Shen Fuhan suddenly spoke and sat down next to her.

Wen Jiayue asked, "How do you know you can't?"

“Zhaozhao is intelligent. We are her parents, and she will remember us.”

He spoke with such certainty that Wen Jiayue couldn't help but want to laugh.

She still remembered that when Shen Fuhan returned in her previous life, Zhao Zhao had long forgotten him, and she cried for a long time after seeing him.

I don't know where Shen Fuhan got his confidence from.

However, she really wanted half of that to come true, as long as Zhao Zhao remembered her as her mother.

After playing with her daughter for a while longer, Shen Fuhan urged her to go and wash up.

"We need to get up early tomorrow, you should go to sleep."

Wen Jiayue had no choice but to say, "I'll have the wet nurse take Zhaozhao back."

Shen Fuhan declined, saying, "No need, I'll deliver it."

Wen Jiayue reluctantly entered the washroom.

When they came out, they heard a burst of childish, loud laughter. Zhao Zhao was being lifted up and tossed around by Shen Fuhan, the two of them having a great time.

Wen Jiayue: "..."

He made her go and wash up, could it be that he just wanted to play with his daughter alone?

She had some doubts: was the reason Zhao Zhao liked Shen Fuhan so much in her past life because he always secretly played with her?

Unfortunately, there will never be an answer to this question.

Wen Jiayue deliberately made her footsteps louder, and Shen Fuhan paused for a moment before looking at her, his expression somewhat unnatural.

Wen Jiayue pretended not to know and sat down in front of the dressing table.

"If Your Excellency wants to play with Zhaozhao, then let them play. Can't they play just because I'm here?"

"No."

Shen Fuhan hugged Zhaozhao to his arms, but didn't explain anything: "I'll take Zhaozhao over there."

Wen Jiayue glanced at his back; he seemed like an awkward person.

Lying on the bed, Wen Jiayue closed her eyes, but she couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Besides curiosity about the dream, there was also a hint of excitement she was unwilling to admit.

She was about to leave Beijing to see other places, how could she not be excited?

The travelogues she read also described the landscape and scenery of Yuzhou.

Yuzhou is mountainous, with grottoes and waterfalls, and is even more famous for its highly efficacious temples built on mountaintops, all of which she wanted to visit.

Wen Jiayue kept tossing and turning, and Shen Fuhan reminded her, "You should go to sleep."

“I know,” Wen Jiayue sighed, “I just can’t sleep.”

Shen Fuhan remained silent.

Wen Jiayue asked, "Why isn't the Marquis asleep yet?"

Shen Fuhan was silent for a moment before speaking: "You're disturbing me."

Wen Jiayue had no choice but to stop moving. If she didn't sleep now, she would have to sleep in the carriage tomorrow, which would be very uncomfortable.

She forced herself to sleep, her breathing gradually calmed down, and she finally fell asleep.

Shen Fuhan waited a moment to make sure she was asleep before getting into bed.

Two quarters of an hour before dawn, Shen Fuhan woke Wen Jiayue.

"So early," Wen Jiayue murmured sleepily, "Can't I sleep a little longer?"

Her brows were furrowed tightly, and her face was wrinkled, yet she looked exceptionally cute.

Shen Fuhan didn't answer, but leaned down and kissed her.

Wen Jiayue's eyes widened instantly. She pushed him away and immediately sat up.

Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Finally awake?"

“You…” Wen Jiayue pursed her lips, “I haven’t rinsed my mouth yet!”

"Can we kiss after rinsing our mouths?"

Wen Jiayue didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, so she summoned Ruyi to serve her.

Just as Chen Shi (7-9 AM) arrived, everything was ready.

Wen Jiayue followed him out of the mansion, followed by Ruyi and an excited Huier.

She and Shen Fuhan got into the carriage when suddenly a quarrel broke out outside.

"Sister Hui'er, let's sit in the car behind."

"How can we take care of Madam if we sit in the back?" Hui'er said. "Let's sit with the coachman."

Shen Fuhan, who had been resting with her eyes closed, lifted the curtain.

Hui'er was overjoyed, but then she heard him say coldly, "If you don't want to take the carriage, then walk over."

He ordered the coachman to set off and paid no further attention to the maid.

Wen Jiayue didn't want to care, so she pulled back the curtain on her side to look at the scenery.

As the Jing'an Marquis's residence receded into the distance, a large hand reached out from one side and helped her lower the curtain.

Wen Jiayue lifted the lid again: "I haven't seen enough yet."

The journey was long, and she didn't know how much longer she would have to face Shen Fuhan. She preferred to brave the cold wind and watch the street scene.

Shen Fuhan closed the door again and whispered, "Be careful not to catch a cold."

"I don't get sick that easily."

As she was about to lift it again, Shen Fuhan grabbed her hand in time.

"If you misbehave, I'll kiss you."

Wen Jiayue froze. Why did he always threaten her with this kind of thing?

Even though she was unwilling, she obediently put her hand down.

The carriage was cramped, and besides Shen Fuhan sitting next to her, there was only the tea set on the small yellow chrysanthemum table.

But she dared not drink too much water, as changing clothes on the way would not be an easy task.

She could only stare blankly at the pattern on the teacup, somewhat regretting not bringing a book with her.

As he was pondering, Shen Fuhan produced a chessboard from who-knows-where.

"Can you play chess?"

Wen Jiayue hesitated for a moment and then nodded. She wasn't very interested in playing chess, so her chess skills weren't very good.

Shen Fuhan looks cunning and calculating; she probably won't win a single game.

But now that's all she has left for entertainment, she has no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

Shen Fuhan won three consecutive games effortlessly.

Although it was an expected outcome, Wen Jiayue still couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

"I won't play anymore."

Playing chess with Shen Fuhan is less fun than sitting and daydreaming.

Shen Fuhan slowly placed the chess pieces into the chess box and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

Wen Jiayue sighed: "You know perfectly well why I'm asking this."

"I'll let you win this time." Shen Fuhan pushed the chess box in front of her.

“What’s the point of giving up?” Wen Jiayue looked at him in surprise. “I’m not playing.”

But she was really bored, so she said, "How about we change the rules and play Connect Four?"

Shen Fuhan frowned: "It's so simple, perfect for Zhaozhao to play with."

Wen Jiayue: "..."

Seeing that she was unhappy, Shen Fuhan had no choice but to agree.

Wen Jiayue was more interested in Gomoku and became more determined after each setback, finally winning against Shen Fuhan in the eighth game.

She was somewhat pleased, but still a little worried, and asked, "You didn't turn off the water, did you?"

As the carriage curtain swayed, the spring sunlight fell into her smiling almond-shaped eyes, making them ripple with moisture.

Shen Fuhan gently shook his head.

Suddenly, he felt as if he were on a warm afternoon, enjoying tea and playing chess together, spending an ordinary day.

As for everything in the dream, it will never happen.