RPAGF Is Chapter 104 that important to you?
Is Chapter 104 that important to you?
Seeing that he did not refute her words, Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief.
She thought he really wanted to have sex, but it turned out to be a false alarm.
However, this matter should not be delayed, so Wen Jiayue immediately had Ruyi spread another quilt on the bed.
Shen Fuhan watched silently, without stopping them.
He stood up and said, "I'm going to the study."
Wen Jiayue nodded indifferently and continued playing with her daughter.
The footsteps quickly faded into the distance.
Ruyi stepped forward: "Madam, it's all laid out."
"Thank you for your trouble," Wen Jiayue said, frowning. "I don't know what the Marquis was thinking, insisting on putting the quilt inside. Why go through all this trouble?"
Ruyi blushed and lowered her head. Couldn't the lady see that the Marquis wanted to get closer to her?
However, it was best for her, an unmarried maid, not to say such things, lest she invite ridicule from the madam.
"Ah...wu..."
Seeing that no one was playing with her, Zhao Zhao made a few meaningless syllables to attract their attention.
Wen Jiayue was amused by her childish voice and asked softly, "Why is our Zhaozhao so clingy?"
She stopped thinking about Shen Fuhan and picked up a rattle drum, waving it in front of Zhaozhao.
Zhao Zhao watched intently, and would even reach out and grab randomly. Wen Jiayue deliberately dodged, and only once out of ten times did she manage to catch her.
At this time, Zhao Zhao's smile becomes especially radiant.
Wen Jiayue's heart softened, and she couldn't help but kiss him again and again.
After playing for a while, the wet nurse knocked on the door and said, "Madam, it's time to feed the young lady."
Wen Jiayue then had the wet nurse take Zhaozhao away. With nothing else to do, she decided to paint a picture.
Ruyi found the painting tools and, while arranging them on the desk, asked, "What is Madam planning to paint this time? Dragonflies again?"
Wen Jiayue pondered for a moment, then shook her head: "Let's paint Zhaozhao."
Although her drawing skills are currently only average, she wants to draw her daughter and capture all of Zhao Zhao's adorable side.
However, she has hardly ever drawn people, and not only is her drawing slow, but it also looks awkward.
After redrawing it several times, Wen Jiayue decided to give up: "Forget it, I probably don't have the talent to draw people."
Ruyi quickly encouraged her, "Madam, you're not satisfied with your painting, it must be because you're hungry. It's almost 11 PM, Madam, why don't you go have lunch first?"
"Only you would make excuses for me and coax me into being happy like this." Wen Jiayue shook her head and chuckled.
Ruyi stuck out her tongue: "I wasn't just trying to coax you, Madam. I was telling the truth."
“Alright, alright, that’s the truth,” Wen Jiayue said. “I’ll try it again after we’ve had our meal.”
Ruyi said, "This servant will immediately send someone to the study to invite the Marquis over for a meal."
Without thinking, Wen Jiayue said, "Don't worry about him."
Ruyi looked at her in surprise.
“What I mean is,” Wen Jiayue paused, “don’t disturb the Marquis. If he’s hungry, he’ll eat.”
“What you say makes sense…”
The master and servant walked towards the side hall.
In the study, Shen Fuhan wrote furiously for a moment, then put down his wolf-hair brush and asked, "What time is it?"
Sibo replied respectfully, "It is already past 1:00 PM."
Shen Fuhan frowned and asked, "Didn't Madam send anyone over?"
"No."
Shen Fuhan remained silent for a moment, then finally stood up.
He returned to his bedroom but couldn't find Wen Jiayue. However, he heard some noises coming from the side room.
He was about to go over when he suddenly caught sight of the Xuan paper on the desk by the west window.
He leaned closer for a look, put the paperweight aside, and picked up the Xuan paper to examine it carefully.
Although only the outline and a pair of eyes were drawn, he could tell that it was Zhao Zhao.
The drawing skills are still immature, but they are filled with love and are lively and cute.
After a moment, he picked up his pen and added a few more strokes before going to the side hall.
Seeing him approach, Wen Jiayue remained calm and preemptively asked, "Is the Marquis finished with his work?"
Shen Fuhan nodded.
“Then sit down and eat,” Wen Jiayue said, standing up. “I’m already full, please enjoy your meal, my lord.”
She ate quickly on purpose so as not to dine with him.
Back in her bedroom, Wen Jiayue picked up the painting she had just drawn and examined it closely.
During the meal, she had already figured out how to change it, but found that the parts she wanted to change had already become perfect.
Wen Jiayue was stunned for a moment and asked, "Has anyone been in the bedroom?"
Ruyi's expression changed: "Madam lost something? This servant will go and ask right away..."
"No," Wen Jiayue stopped her, "have you noticed that my painting has changed?"
Ruyi looked at it carefully for a moment, then said in confusion, "No, it's still as beautiful as ever."
Wen Jiayue: "..."
After thinking it over, I realized that Shen Fuhan probably came in before he finished his meal.
However, she didn't know that he could also draw, and that he was so good at it.
Thinking about it, it seems reasonable. With his noble background, he must have been trained in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Wen Jiayue couldn't help but think of the painting in Shen Fuhan's dream again. If only he could paint it.
Although it seemed to be of no use, she didn't want to overlook any clues.
That evening, Wen Jiayue waited for Shen Fuhan to have dinner together, and casually mentioned the paintings she had drawn.
"Those two strokes at noon, were they added by the Marquis?"
Shen Fuhan asked, "You figured it out?"
“Of course,” Wen Jiayue flattered, “The Marquis’s painting skills are superb, how could a beginner like me compare to them.”
Shen Fuhan looked her over; she was a completely different person at noon and in the evening.
Wen Jiayue felt uneasy under his gaze and asked, "What's wrong, Lord Marquis?"
He looked away: "It's nothing."
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips, mustered her courage, and said, "When you have time, Lord Marquis, could you perhaps paint a picture for me?"
Shen Fuhan paused slightly, holding his chopsticks, and asked, "What are you drawing?"
“Me,” she said earnestly, “the me in my dreams.”
Shen Fuhan said calmly, "It's been painted, it's in the study."
Wen Jiayue's eyes lit up: "Can I take a look?"
"Looking at it won't do any good. My drawing skills are too poor; I can't even draw a tenth of what I dreamed of."
Wen Jiayue: "..."
She couldn't tell whether it was a polite refusal or a humble remark.
She smiled and said, "It's okay, I just wanted to take a look."
He scrutinized her and asked, "Why are you looking at this?"
"I suddenly became curious..."
Wen Jiayue suddenly realized that they had been answering each other's questions the whole time, and she was no longer being led by the nose by him. She asked in return, "Why is the Marquis drawing this?"
He mimicked her speech, saying casually, "I've suddenly become curious."
Wen Jiayue took a deep breath: "So, will the Marquis allow us to see that painting?"
Shen Fuhan avoided answering, instead saying, "You keep bringing up this dream, is it that important to you?"
Wen Jiayue couldn't take it anymore. She only asked him one question, but he wanted to interrogate her ancestors for eighteen generations.
She gritted her teeth and said, "If the Marquis won't let me see it, then so be it!"
It's just a painting, I won't look at it if I don't want to!
“I didn’t say no,” Shen Fuhan lowered his eyes. “After dinner, come to the study with me.”