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Chapter 224 Li Zhilan and Wen Ruohuan

"My lord, you...!"

Before Wen Jiayue could stop him, Shen Fuhan bit her lips.

She cried out in pain, and Shen Fuhan then changed to a gentle nibble.

He asked in a low voice, "Who am I?"

Wen Jiayue felt a chill run down her spine and had no choice but to change her address: "Husband."

In bed, Shen Fuhan always made her call him that. If she accidentally called him "Lord Marquis," he would go even further.

Thinking of this, she whispered, "I didn't mean to."

Shen Fuhan said in a hoarse voice, "If it wasn't intentional, then it was deliberate."

Wen Jiayue: "...!"

Where did this fallacy come from?!

But his actions made her unable to argue with him anymore, afraid that if she uttered a sound, it would be a coquettish moan.

Wen Jiayue bit her lip, feeling a little overwhelmed.

With time running out and Shen Funian arriving at any moment, she urged, "Can you hurry up?"

Shen Fuhan looked up at her and asked slowly, "So eager?"

Wen Jiayue looked away, thinking he wouldn't listen to her, but unexpectedly, he bumped into her the next moment.

Wen Jiayue almost lost her temper, and after a moment she finally spoke angrily, "Shen Fuhan!"

He then chuckled softly.

The sound was tingling and numb, a sensation that traveled from the tailbone to the tip of the heart.

When Wen Jiayue couldn't bear it anymore, she would blurt out his name, and he would always laugh.

"What...what are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you," Shen Fuhan kissed her lips again, "You're so cute..."

The last two words disappeared between her lips and teeth; Wen Jiayue neither heard them clearly nor wanted to hear them.

She vaguely thought it couldn't be a good word.

As dusk approached, Wen Jiayue urged again, "Third Sister will be here in a bit..."

She stretched her hand out of the tent, but Shen Fuhan grabbed it and pulled it back.

"concentrate."

Wen Jiayue couldn't concentrate. She must look terrible right now. She would have to wash and dress herself up again, which would take a lot of time.

If people found out about her daytime relationship with Shen Fuhan...

Wen Jiayue frowned and pushed him away: "I don't want to, you... um..."

"You don't want me?" Shen Fuhan chuckled hoarsely. "Who else do you want?"

Amid Wen Jiayue's worries and anxieties, the sky grew completely dark.

She was on edge the whole time, afraid that someone would push the door open and come in at any moment, but to her surprise, no one disturbed her for a long time.

She couldn't help but feel relieved, wondering if her third sister was busy and couldn't come.

It's finally over; it's almost 9 PM.

"Are you hungry?" Shen Fuhan looked at her with a satisfied expression.

Wen Jiayue was completely exhausted and murmured, "I'm not eating anymore."

For nearly two hours, she had been given whatever she wanted, and her mind was constantly on edge; she didn't even want to move.

Although she was a little hungry, she felt she could hold out until tomorrow.

“Looks like you’re not hungry,” Shen Fuhan whispered in her ear, “I’m full too.”

Wen Jiayue: "..."

She covered her ears, her face flushed.

Shen Fuhan stopped bothering her and got out of bed.

Wen Jiayue ignored what he was doing and gradually drifted off to sleep.

She seemed to have only slept for a short while when Shen Fuhan woke her up.

Wen Jiayue opened her eyes in confusion. Was it already dawn?

"Eat something before you sleep," Shen Fuhan said, bringing over a bowl of red date and yam porridge. "If you don't have the energy, I'll feed you."

The aroma amplified the hunger that was previously bearable tenfold.

Wen Jiayue had no choice but to sit up and accept his feeding.

Unexpectedly, the pampered Marquis of Jing'an was also good at taking care of people. He seemed to know exactly when to feed her and when to wipe her lips.

For example, one must be attentive to the needs of others.

After eating half a bowl, Wen Jiayue waved her hand and said, "I'm not eating anymore. Ruyi, you can take it away."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment: "Ruyi?"

Wen Jiayue then remembered that the person who fed her was Shen Fuhan, and hurriedly said, "I accidentally called the wrong person."

Shen Fuhan put down his bowl, his expression unchanged, and said, "You treat me like Ruyi?"

“No,” Wen Jiayue explained, “I’m just too sleepy and a little groggy.”

Shen Fuhan asked, "Are you full?"

Seeing that he didn't mention it, Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, thank you, Lord Marquis."

Shen Fuhan said, enunciating each word clearly, "Now, it's my turn."

Wen Jiayue didn't wake up until almost Shenshi (3-5 PM).

She thought angrily, "Shen Fuhan is so petty!"

It's just that he accidentally called the wrong name, does he really have to do it all over again?

Feeling weak and sore all over, Wen Jiayue struggled to ring the bell to summon Ruyi.

Ruyi hurried over: "Madam, you're finally awake!"

"I……"

As soon as he spoke, his voice became extremely hoarse.

Ruyi quickly poured a cup of tea for her mistress to soothe her throat.

Wen Jiayue sat up, her inner garment slipping down, revealing deep and shallow red marks on her shoulders that testified to everything that happened last night.

Ruyi blushed and looked away. The Marquis and his wife had been so affectionate lately.

After having her meal, Wen Jiayue took another nap, only to be woken up by Shen Funian.

"You're too leisurely," Shen Funian said indignantly. "I'm angry with Yao'er for a whole day, and you're sleeping here all day!"

Wen Jiayue smiled wryly, but couldn't explain it.

She changed the subject, asking, "Why didn't you come over last night?"

Shen Funian asked in surprise, "My older brother said he had something to do and wouldn't let me go. Didn't you know?"

Wen Jiayue: "..."

She took a deep breath. No wonder Shen Fuhan wasn't worried at all; he had already made thorough preparations.

But he didn't tell her, making her worry for so long!

But he couldn't say this to Shen Funian, so he could only say, "I was so sleepy that I forgot about it."

She thought angrily, "When Shen Fuhan comes back, I'm going to settle the score with him!"

In the evening, Shen Fuhan returned to his residence.

Ling He waited outside the mansion and whispered, "My lord, Guard Wu, who was in charge of monitoring the Wen residence, has returned."

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly and went to the study first.

"explain."

Guard Wu clasped his hands and said, "Reporting to the Marquis, Miss Wen suddenly left the manor today and went to the teahouse to meet someone. I followed her all the way and have confirmed that this person is from the Princess's residence."

Shen Fuhan's expression grew even colder; without him needing to say more, he knew which princess it was.

Li Zhilan unexpectedly came into contact with Wen Ruohuan at this critical juncture.

Seeing that the Marquis did not intend to speak, Guard Wu continued to report.

"The gambling debts and interest owed by Young Master Wen have all been cleared out by the gambling den, leaving only one thousand taels of principal. It was still done by the people from the Princess's residence."

Shen Fuhan tapped the table: "Keep an eye on it. I'll send two more people."

He paused for a moment, then instructed, "If there are any further unusual movements, no matter where I am, come find me directly."

Guard Wu was somewhat surprised. No matter how urgent the matter was, it was always discussed after the Marquis returned to his residence.

I never imagined this matter would be this important.

He quickly and solemnly agreed.

"Your subordinate will certainly live up to your expectations, Lord Marquis."