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Chapter 102 Let's leave it at that tonight.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment before speaking.

"You did ask after all."

Wen Jiayue raised her eyebrows slightly. What did she mean by "as expected"? It was already quite difficult for her to hold back until now to ask.

She asked again, "So, Your Excellency dreamt about it?"

They've started sleeping separately, just like last time. He'll definitely dream about it, right?

“No,” Shen Fuhan said calmly, “I didn’t dream at all last night.”

Wen Jiayue asked, somewhat disbelievingly, "Are you lying to me?"

“No means no,” Shen Fuhan said, looking at her. “If you don’t believe me, you can only supervise me in your dreams.”

Wen Jiayue: "..."

If she had the ability to enter his dreams, why would she ask him anything?

Seeing that his expression didn't seem fake, she sighed softly and began to think carefully about whether there was anything special about the last time.

"Alright." Shen Fuhan tied a knot and put his hand down.

Wen Jiayue said softly, "Thank you, Lord Marquis."

"No need to thank me. You were injured because of me," Shen Fuhan put the things back in their place. "It's only right that I take care of you."

Hearing this, Wen Jiayue felt inexplicably guilty. She had hurt herself because of Li Zhilan.

But upon closer reflection, realizing that she also had an inseparable connection with Shen Fuhan, she regained her composure.

Furthermore, no one should doubt her performance yesterday.

The injury was successfully resolved, and the New Year's Eve banquet went smoothly.

She should be more composed when she sees Li Zhilan again.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Suddenly someone knocked on the door; it was Shen Fuhan's pageboy, Sibai.

"My lord, Lord Chen has come to visit. Will you see him or not?"

Shen Fuhan said, "I'll go right away."

During these few days of the Lunar New Year, the number of people coming to the Marquis's residence to pay their respects will only increase, not decrease, and Wen Jiayue is already used to it.

After he left, Wen Jiayue prepared to take a nap.

She got up too early today, and since she has nothing to do now, she wants to sleep for a while.

Ruyi came in and reminded her, "Madam, you should go back to your parents' home tomorrow."

Wen Jiayue was instantly wide awake. She had almost forgotten about this when she went back to her parents' home on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

The thought of seeing the Wen family again filled her with dread.

Wen Jiayue sat there blankly for a moment, then asked Ruyi to prepare gifts for her return to her parents' home.

She instructed, "It doesn't need to be too expensive, just something presentable."

She used to handle everything herself, but now she just wants to delegate it to others and avoids it whenever possible.

When Shen Fuhan returned, Wen Jiayue asked, "Would the Marquis like to come back to the Wen residence with me tomorrow?"

She remembered that apart from returning to her parents' home on the second day of the Lunar New Year last year, he had never gone back since.

Wen Jiayue asked him only out of courtesy and etiquette; it was something she had to tell him.

Shen Fuhan pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Go."

Wen Jiayue paused for a moment, looking at him suspiciously.

Why did you suddenly decide to go?

"I can't go?" Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Or do you not want me to go?"

“No,” Wen Jiayue pursed her lips, “I’m just a little curious, the Marquis didn’t go there often before.”

She clearly remembered that Shen Fuhan had only gone that one time, and afterwards he said he wouldn't go again.

What's changed this time?

She couldn't understand him anymore.

"Nothing to do tomorrow," Shen Fuhan said casually, "it won't hurt to go."

Wen Jiayue had no choice but to say, "Alright, I will remind the Marquis tomorrow morning."

Soon another visitor came, this time an important person with his family, and the couple each entertained them.

The guests at the Marquis of Jing'an's residence never stopped throughout the day, and they were finally able to rest as evening approached.

After having her meal, Wen Jiayue quickly washed up and prepared to rest, completely unaware that a blanket was missing from the bed.

When Shen Fuhan came out of the bathroom, he saw that she was already asleep, and his expression became somewhat hesitant.

He lay down inside and slowly embraced her.

Wen Jiayue was completely unaware and slept soundly.

Shen Fuhan sighed deeply and had no choice but to go to sleep as well.

She's so tired, let's skip it tonight.

The next morning, after having breakfast, the two prepared to set off.

Wen Jiayue wanted to go and come back as soon as possible, preferably before lunch.

If she went alone, it would be impossible for her to come back so early.

But with Shen Fuhan around, you can easily find an excuse to leave, and no one will dare to stop you.

Once seated in the carriage, Wen Jiayue said, "My lord, I would like to leave early today. I'll need your help to find an excuse later."

Shen Fuhan didn't answer, but said instead, "You don't seem to like your family lately."

Wen Jiayue froze for a moment, then calmly explained, "It's all because of Wen Ruoqian. He went to brothels at such a young age, and my parents didn't discipline him, so naturally I can't like them."

Shen Fuhan didn't respond, and it was unclear whether he believed her or not.

Wen Jiayue didn't care. Anyway, she had already explained it, and whether people believed her or not, it was the same reason.

She asked again, "Will the Marquis agree if we go back soon?"

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly.

Having achieved her goal, Wen Jiayue stopped talking to him.

He's a taciturn guy; he won't say a word for half an hour. It's better to observe the people on the street than to chat with him.

Wen Jiayue then lifted the carriage curtain a crack and carefully looked at the things on the street.

A man was trying to negotiate the price with a pancake vendor, but he couldn't get a deal and ended up buying it at the original price.

A young woman was buying a hairpin. She held it up to her head and held it up, but even after the carriage had driven far away, she still hadn't made up her mind.

A child was running with a candied hawthorn stick in his hand. He tripped and fell, but instead of crying, he got up and kept running.

Wen Jiayue smiled as she watched. Zhao Zhao was the same way; she rarely cried after falling down and wasn't spoiled at all.

Thinking of Zhao Zhao, who died unjustly, the smile on her lips gradually disappeared, and she lowered the curtain.

Shen Fuhan, who was resting with his eyes closed, glanced at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Jiayue ignored him, closed her eyes, and forced back the tears welling up in her eyes.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Shen Fuhan didn't ask any more questions.

The silence continued until the carriage stopped; they had arrived at the Wen residence.

Shen Fuhan got out of the car first and reached out to help her out.

Unexpectedly, Wen Jiayue ignored it this time and slowly walked down, lifting the hem of her skirt.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then calmly withdrew his hand.

The Wen family was still waiting at the door to greet them. When they saw that Shen Fuhan had also arrived, they were both surprised and delighted.

Wen Ruohuan rushed over eagerly, calling out, "Sister! Brother-in-law! You've finally arrived!"

Wen Jiayue smiled at her: "Let's go, it's cold outside."

“Okay,” Wen Ruohuan said with a smile, looking at Shen Fuhan who was following behind them. “Brother-in-law, come along too.”

Shen Fuhan remained silent.

Wen Ruohuan was immediately embarrassed and turned to Wen Jiayue to complain, "Why is my brother-in-law ignoring me?"

Wen Jiayue replied dismissively, "Who knows? That's just his temper, unpredictable. You've known that for a while now."

Shen Fuhan thought silently, "Your temper seems even more unpredictable."