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Chapter 37 Recapture

The accompanying guards soon entered.

Wen Jiayue instructed them to immediately move the dowry and betrothal gifts to the Marquis's residence.

Mrs. Zhang was extremely anxious, but she could only watch helplessly, her heart aching with heartache.

But looking at Shen Fuhan, who remained calm, she didn't dare to directly break off relations.

Otherwise, if that little bitch Wen Jiayue sees through me, how will I ever get any benefits from the Marquis's mansion in the future! How will Huan'er ever marry into the Marquis's mansion!

One should have a long-term perspective; she shouldn't get angry.

Thinking of this, Zhang forced a smile: "Yue'er, let's go have our meal first."

Wen Jiayue watched the guards carrying the chests and said with a smile, "No one is watching the storeroom. If something gets stolen, it will be hard to explain. Let's eat after we finish moving everything."

Zhang gritted her teeth in hatred. How did that little hussy know that she was trying to frame her?

After a short while, the dowry and betrothal gifts were moved in, and the storeroom suddenly became much more spacious.

Wen Jiayue smiled slightly: "These trunks were really in the way. Now we've finally freed up a lot of space for Father and Mother."

Madam Zhang smiled apologetically and said, "Yes, yes, Yue'er is right."

With the matter perfectly resolved, Wen Jiayue took light, graceful steps and headed towards the flower hall.

After finishing their meal, each with their own thoughts, Wen Jiayue and Shen Fuhan went to rest for the afternoon.

Before entering, Wen Jiayue looked at Ruyi and smiled, "You don't need to serve me here. Go and take a look around the mansion."

Ruyi knew that the lady wanted her to be alone with Changsheng for a while, so she blushed, curtsied, and ran away.

After closing the door, Wen Jiayue said gratefully, "Thank you, Lord Marquis."

If it weren't for Shen Fuhan, it wouldn't have been possible to so easily retrieve the dowry and betrothal gifts today.

The Wen family feared his status; with his backing, they would achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Shen Fuhan calmly surveyed her boudoir and said indifferently, "No need to thank me."

This was his second visit to the Wen family, but his first time entering her boudoir.

The Wen residence wasn't large, so her room naturally couldn't compare to the Marquis's mansion's backyard, and the furnishings were simple.

However, the room showed signs of having been cleaned and was neat and tidy.

But the flowers in the vase were withered, the window paper had holes, and the quilt was thin; it hadn't been changed to a winter quilt.

It's all just superficial work; they didn't put any real effort into maintaining it.

"What is Your Excellency looking at?"

"It's nothing," Shen Fuhan said, turning his gaze away. "When are we going back to the Marquis's residence?"

Wen Jiayue thought he was getting tired of staying, so she said, "If you have something to do, Lord Marquis, you may leave now."

Anyway, the important matter is done, and there's no need for Shen Fuhan to get involved.

Now only her few pieces of jewelry are left unclaimed, and she is determined to make Zhang return her dowry.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment: "It's nothing."

Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Wen Jiayue didn't know what to say and went to the bed.

Shen Fuhan suddenly asked, "Can I touch your things?"

Wen Jiayue nodded, completely bewildered.

Shen Fuhan walked to the boxes piled in the corner, opened them one by one, and took out a thick quilt to spread on the bed.

He casually pulled away the thin quilt, folded it neatly, and put it in the trunk.

These movements were fluid and seamless, and Wen Jiayue's gaze followed him the whole time, her heart stirring slightly.

It turns out... the seemingly otherworldly Marquis Jing'an actually had the potential to be a maid.

Covered by a warm, thick quilt, Wen Jiayue yawned and drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, Shen Fuhan was still there, sitting by the window playing with his daughter.

The sunlight was beautiful, bathing Shen Fuhan in a golden glow.

He was relaxed, with a hint of a smile on his lips, which softened his otherwise hard features.

Wen Jiayue watched silently for a moment, then unconsciously smiled.

As if sensing her gaze, Shen Fuhan, who was focused on playing with her, looked up.

Wen Jiayue immediately pursed her lips. Shen Fuhan paused, picked up his daughter, and placed her on the bed.

"Zhao Zhao is hungry."

After saying that, he turned and left on his own, as if the tenderness he had just felt was an illusion.

Wen Jiayue didn't say anything. After he left, she breastfed her daughter.

"Madam, may I come in?"

It was Ruyi's voice, and she responded with an "okay".

Wen Jiayue asked, "Why are you back so soon?"

“How can it be fast? It’s already been half an hour,” Ruyi said, her face flushed. “Madam, please don’t say anymore.”

Wen Jiayue smiled and stopped teasing her.

After feeding Zhao Zhao, she went straight to the main courtyard.

As soon as Zhang saw her, she said, "Yue'er, I didn't sleep at all just now. I searched carefully for the jewelry that was missing from your dowry and finally found a pair of earrings."

Half of the jewelry was pawned, and the other half was with Wen Ruohuan. She had no choice but to patiently persuade her daughter to give her a small trinket as a token of her gratitude.

Wen Ruohuan was extremely unwilling, and she sulked in her bedroom, refusing to come out.

Wen Jiayue accepted the earring: "I'll have to trouble Mother to look for the rest."

Zhang sighed and said, "You know I'm always forgetful. Anyway, you have enough jewelry, so let's just forget about these few pieces."

Wen Jiayue said seriously, "If it were anything else, it would be fine, but these are the pieces of jewelry left to me by my birth mother. I will search high and low to get them back."

Zhang forced a smile: "Well... it doesn't have to be that way. I'm your mother too. How about I give you some jewelry as a dowry?"

If you just give her a few cheap pieces of jewelry to fool her, Wen Jiayue will definitely accept them happily.

Wen Jiayue said, "Then thank you, Mother. But I also need to find the jewelry that my birth mother gave me."

Zhang's smile froze. Not only did she want her jewelry, but she also wanted to find it. Wasn't this tantamount to taking her life?

She wanted to persuade her further, but Wen Jiayue said, "I'm afraid we won't be able to find them all today. I'll leave two guards to help you search."

“This…” Zhang pretended to wipe away tears, “Yue’er, you clearly don’t believe me!”

Wen Jiayue smiled faintly, "How could that be? Mother is overthinking it. Once I find the jewelry, I will give Mother a big gift."

Zhang asked, "What grand gift?"

Wen Jiayue looked at Shen Fuhan walking towards them and whispered, "Naturally, it's a grand gift to ensure Huan'er's lifelong wealth and honor."

She paused, then continued softly, "Mother, there are some things I don't want to say outright, but I know you're a smart woman, you'll understand."

A thought struck Zhang: Could it be... that Wen Jiayue has come to her senses and wants Huan'er to come into the household?

She gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I'll definitely look for it carefully."

It's just a few pieces of jewelry; we can just redeem them!