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Chapter 18 After Feeling Affection

Wen Jiayue was a little confused. When did she contact him?

She wished he would come back later.

Shen Fuhan explained, "Your sister said it."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips. This Wen Ruohuan was really causing her trouble. She clearly wanted to see her brother-in-law, but she insisted on pinning it on her.

"Oh, there is something."

Wen Jiayue had no choice but to speak up: "Zhaozhao cried just now and I couldn't soothe her no matter what I did, so I thought I'd let you try, but I was worried that you were too busy and it would be too much trouble for you. I didn't expect Huan'er to have already taken it upon herself to go and find you."

Shen Fuhan glanced at his daughter, who was sleeping peacefully in the cradle.

Wen Jiayue urged, "Zhaozhao has been appeased, Your Highness, please go to the study."

She wanted to go to sleep quickly so that she wouldn't feel awkward when Shen Fuhan came back and they looked at each other.

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly, but stopped in his tracks after turning around.

"If Zhaozhao cries again, you can send someone to bring me back at any time."

Wen Jiayue was slightly taken aback, her gaze following his figure until he disappeared from sight.

Suddenly, she remembered the day she found out she was pregnant.

After enduring the entire day, she couldn't contain her excitement when Shen Fuhan finished his shift and told him about it.

Contrary to her expectations, Shen Fuhan did not show any joy on his face. He comforted her with a few words of "take good care of yourself during pregnancy" and then moved to the study to sleep that night.

She was constantly worried about this, feeling that Shen Fuhan didn't like children.

So after Zhaozhao was born, she only talked about his funny stories and never mentioned his worries, for fear that he would get annoyed.

She never imagined that Shen Fuhan also wanted to get involved.

Wen Jiayue went to bed with a lot on her mind, but her sleep was not peaceful, and she woke up several times during the night.

When I woke up the second time, I happened to run into Shen Fuhan returning.

Wen Jiayue quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, listening to his deliberately quiet movements. She wanted to try to hypnotize herself, but the more she listened, the more awake she became.

When Shen Fuhan crawled into bed and his hot chest pressed against her back, Wen Jiayue froze.

The person behind me seemed to notice and asked in a low voice, "Still not asleep?"

Seeing that he had noticed, Wen Jiayue had no choice but to ask, "Is the Marquis finished with his work?"

Shen Fuhan hummed in agreement.

The two fell silent. Wen Jiayue pursed her lips; she might as well continue pretending to be asleep rather than leave each other in this awkward situation.

Shen Fuhan suddenly spoke up: "You should breastfeed."

He spoke with such seriousness, but Wen Jiayue's face immediately flushed. Was she supposed to feed him in front of Shen Fuhan?

Her voice trembled slightly: "May I ask to leave, Your Excellency?"

Shen Fuhan paused, then continued, "We are husband and wife, and besides, a few nights ago I..."

"My lord, please stop talking," Wen Jiayue interrupted him, annoyed.

If they don't want to avoid it, then they don't. They've already had a child; it's just breastfeeding. What's there to be afraid of?

However open-minded she was, she still didn't have the courage to sit up. Instead, she propped herself up, turned her back to Shen Fuhan, and lifted her clothes.

In the silence of the room, the sound of smacking with relish soon broke out.

Wen Jiayue felt embarrassed and awkward, and prayed that her daughter would eat her fill soon.

In order to divert her and Shen Fuhan's attention from the sound, Wen Jiayue racked her brains to find topics to talk about.

"Did Huan'er go to the study tonight without disturbing the Marquis?"

Shen Fuhan quickly replied, "No."

Wen Jiayue continued, "Does Your Excellency think it would be appropriate for Huan'er to stay at the Marquis's residence for a few days?"

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then said, "You decide."

“I don’t know either,” Wen Jiayue sighed. “I originally didn’t want her to come, but since she’s here, I can’t let her leave so soon.”

She was a little unsure of what she was saying; her mind was a jumbled mess.

She glanced down at her daughter, who was still enjoying her meal, and felt a growing anxiety.

Shen Fuhan did not speak.

Wen Jiayue, not wanting to remain silent, asked, "Why has Your Excellency stopped speaking?"

Shen Fuhan then asked, "Why do you keep mentioning her?"

Wen Jiayue was taken aback; she had just casually brought up a topic.

Seeing that he wasn't interested in this one, she changed to another.

"The Marquis just said that if Zhaozhao cries, she can come to you anytime. Is that true?"

"Ah."

She tentatively asked, "No matter where you are?"

"Yes."

Wen Jiayue asked softly, "If someone were to harm Zhaozhao, what would the Marquis do?"

"We'll get it back a thousandfold."

Wen Jiayue's nose suddenly felt sore.

She speaks more eloquently than she sings, but in her past life, she was the one who killed the murderer.

Where is he again?

Shen Fuhan asked, "Did someone hurt Zhaozhao?"

“No,” Wen Jiayue sniffed, “I was just curious.”

"You cried."

"I don't!"

Shen Fuhan leaned over, cupped her face in one hand, tears welling in his eyes.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Grandmother or Third Sister?"

“No one really bullied Zhao Zhao. I was just touched by what you said, so I couldn’t help myself. Please forgive me.”

Wen Jiayue broke free from his grasp and wiped away her tears.

"My lord, please go to sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow."

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything more.

After feeding her daughter, Wen Jiayue put down her clothes and lay back down.

She closed her eyes to go to sleep, but suddenly felt something was wrong; her clothes seemed to be slightly damp.

Then I realized that she was so busy talking that she hadn't moved the feeding area.

Wen Jiayue bit her lip, propped herself up again, and wanted Zhaozhao to continue eating.

But she was already full, and she twisted and turned and refused to eat. When she got annoyed, she even waved her little hands randomly.

Wen Jiayue sighed. What should she do?

After thinking it over and over, I still couldn't come up with a solution, so I simply lay back down.

Her movements weren't large, but a faint milky scent still wafted through the air.

Shen Fuhan couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Are you just going to put up with this?"

His voice was a little hoarse, just like when he was moved by emotion.

Wen Jiayue panicked and felt the damp area expand even further.

She bit her lip and said, "I...I'll go wipe it off."

As she was about to get up, she was stopped by a strong arm.

Shen Fuhan looked at her and said in a low voice, "I can help you solve this."