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Chapter 491 Being near the water tower gives you an advantage (15)

Wen Jiayue stared blankly at Shen Fuhan.

"Brother Prince..."

“If you don’t want to,” he stroked her cheek, “then push me away.”

Wen Jiayue didn't know whether she should push him away or not, and watched helplessly as he drew closer and closer, their breaths mingling.

His nose was already brushing against hers, just a hair's breadth away from touching her lips.

Wen Jiayue's eyelashes trembled, and for some reason, she closed her eyes.

The next moment, his lips pressed against hers, caressing her lips repeatedly.

Unlike his aloof demeanor, his lips were warm, almost melting her.

In a daze, Wen Jiayue felt as if she had become the syrup coating on a candied hawthorn, and he was biting her, licking her, and eating her.

Wen Jiayue's legs went weak and she almost couldn't stand up, but Shen Fuhan grabbed her waist in time.

Startled, she parted her lips slightly, and Shen Fuhan's eyes darkened as he kissed her deeper.

Wen Jiayue was a little scared and stammered, "Young Master... Brother..."

"Hmm?" He pecked at her lips repeatedly. "Don't you like it?"

Wen Jiayue buried her burning face in his chest, and his kisses moved to her ears, causing her to tremble even more.

She sobbed, "No..."

"Why is A-Yue so sweet?"

He sighed softly in her ear, and it felt as if an insect was crawling inside her ear, all the way to the tip of her heart.

Wen Jiayue escaped his grasp and cried out in panic, "Young Master, I... I want to go back."

Shen Fuhan paused, then asked, "Did I scare you?"

Wen Jiayue hesitated, wondering whether to tell him the truth: "I..."

“I understand, it won’t happen again,” Shen Fuhan said in a low voice. “Go back.”

I was indeed a bit reckless tonight; I must have really scared her.

Wen Jiayue nodded, turned around and hesitated for a moment, then ran back to him and kissed him on tiptoe.

"I'm leaving!"

Shen Fuhan was stunned. When he came to his senses, a smile had already appeared on his lips.

Back at Zheqing Courtyard, he barely slept a wink all night, and as soon as dawn broke, he couldn't wait to head to Xiangzhu Courtyard.

Upon arriving at the destination, he suddenly remembered that she wouldn't get up so early, so he returned to his study, looked up the almanac, and began to select an auspicious day for marriage.

After selecting ten auspicious days, he went to Xiangzhu Courtyard again.

After waiting in the courtyard for a quarter of an hour, Wen Jiayue finally came out.

Upon seeing him, the scene from last night immediately flashed through her mind, and her face flushed.

She stammered, "Brother Prince, what brings you here?"

Shen Fuhan handed her the note in his hand.

Wen Jiayue took it without understanding why, and saw that ten dates were written on it, the closest being two months later and the furthest being December.

"what is this?"

"The wedding date," Shen Fuhan said, "you choose a day you like."

Wen Jiayue's face instantly turned red: "I...I haven't agreed yet!"

"How long does A-Yue want me to wait?" He sighed deeply. "A-Yue, I'll be twenty-two soon."

Wen Jiayue detected a hint of pity in his tone. She pursed her lips and carefully looked at the dates.

"Then let's go with this one." Wen Jiayue pointed to the tenth day of the sixth lunar month.

Shen Fuhan's tense nerves immediately relaxed. He was really afraid that she would choose December. Fortunately, she did.

Wen Jiayue asked, "There are only five months left, is the young master ready?"

“Such a long time is certainly possible,” Shen Fuhan tempted. “Even if it’s changed to March, it’s still not too late.”

Wen Jiayue didn't reply, but urged him, "Go and prepare quickly. I won't agree if the wedding banquet isn't good enough."

Shen Fuhan chuckled and said, "Okay."

Wen Jiayue doesn't need to worry about anything that happens next.

As usual, she listened to the female teacher's lectures every day, occasionally went out with Shen Funian, or spent a moment with Shen Fuhan.

Before she knew it, the Marquis's mansion had undergone many changes. When everything was filled with festive red, it was time for her to move out of the mansion temporarily.

While Wen Jiayue was still worrying about where to live, Shen Fuhan directly bought a house in her name.

The day after she moved into the house, her uncle, aunt, and cousin went to the capital.

They treated her very well, and Wen Jiayue finally had blood relatives.

At the end of May, the phoenix coronet and embroidered robe were delivered to the residence.

Wen Jiayue thought she wasn't nervous, but after seeing the wedding dress, she felt the reality of getting married and was quite at a loss for a few days.

The tension grew until the wedding day arrived.

Wen Jiayue got up very early, and after dressing up, she faced a short but long wait.

Upon hearing Shen Fuhan's voice, her heart, which had been in a state of panic for so long, inexplicably calmed down.

Through the red veil, she looked at the handsome groom and smiled gently.

Marrying her brother, the crown prince, was what she had been longing for most for the past six months.

Sitting in the bridal sedan chair, amidst the music and fanfare, they finally arrived at the Jing'an Marquis's residence, which they had not visited for two months.

Wen Jiayue stood in the main hall, holding one end of the red silk ribbon, and bowed to heaven and earth, to her parents, and to the couple.

"Send to the bridal chamber!"

Amidst laughter and chatter, she was surrounded by the crowd and entered Zheqing Courtyard.

In the midst of the chaos, a slightly rough, large hand grasped hers. Wen Jiayue recognized it as Shen Fuhan's and gently squeezed his knuckles.

His hands began to wander, caressing her wrists in an extremely suggestive manner.

In her panic, Wen Jiayue pinched him, which elicited a low laugh from him.

"I hope A-Yue will be this bold tonight."

If it weren't for the veil covering her face, Wen Jiayue would have wanted to cover her face completely.

In the evening, after the guests had all left, Zheqing Courtyard fell silent, except for the bedrooms.

Wen Jiayue panicked and didn't know what to do, but Shen Fuhan was quite adept at guiding her to indulge in the situation.

The slight stinging sensation brought tears to Wen Jiayue's eyes, which he quickly kissed away.

"Ah Yue, Ah Yue..." he murmured, placing kiss after kiss on her face.

Wen Jiayue bit her lip and said, "Young Master..."

"It's time to change how you address me," Shen Fuhan coaxed, "call me husband."

Wen Jiayue hugged him tightly, her face flushed with embarrassment, and said, "Husband."

"My little wife is so obedient," Shen Fuhan asked, "Do you like your husband?"

Taking advantage of his tenderness, Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "I like you, Your Highness..."

The hibiscus-scented curtains are warm, and the room is filled with a beautiful fragrance.

After a long while, Shen Fuhan stroked Wen Jiayue's eyebrows and placed a kiss between her brows.

I personally nurtured a plum tree, carefully watered it, and finally, I plucked it off and held it in my heart for many years.