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Chapter 464 End
As expected, it took a long time that night.
So long that Wen Jiayue lost track of time, only knowing that she was about to drown in Shen Fuhan's actions, which were sometimes gentle and sometimes domineering.
It wasn't until Shen Fuhan bit her earlobe and said, "A-Yue, it's my birthday. I'm going to get the gift you gave me."
Wen Jiayue let out a soft "hmm," finally getting a moment's respite, and her unfocused gaze refocused.
The chaotic mind cleared up, and a sense of doubt arose.
Even she didn't know where Ruyi and Chengxin had hidden the congratulatory gift. In the dead of night, where would Shen Fuhan get it?
Before long, Shen Fuhan came over carrying the brocade box.
Wen Jiayue was a little confused, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where did you find it?"
He explained, "Before going to bed, I specifically told them to put Ruyi outside the door."
He handed the brocade box to Wen Jiayue.
Wen Jiayue took it instinctively, then asked, "Why are you giving it to me?"
"Give it to me."
Wen Jiayue: "..."
She gave him a reproachful look: "I'm already so tired, and you still want me to do things."
As she spoke, she sat up, raised her slightly trembling arm, and presented the brocade box to him with both hands.
She said solemnly, "My husband, may you have a peaceful and healthy birthday."
Shen Fuhan smiled and said, "Thank you, Ayue."
He opened the hidden clasp of the brocade box, and a picture of a snowy scene under the moon came into view.
The moonlight, like water, poured over the snow-covered plain. The osmanthus tree stood proudly, its evergreen branches and leaves turning silvery white, as if a cold wind had blown by, shaking off a handful of fresh snow.
In the lower right corner of the painting, there is a line of small text—
Written by A Yue on the 16th day of the fourth month of the third year of the Chuping era.
Her calligraphy, written in a delicate and graceful style, is exquisite and elegant.
Shen Fuhan's gaze carefully traced every inch of the snow scene before he looked up, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Did you draw this yourself?"
Wen Jiayue nodded nervously: "Do you like it?"
Having seen countless masterpieces of calligraphy and painting since childhood, Shen Fuhan still felt somewhat insecure when trying to show off her skills in front of him.
“I love it, I love it so much,” Shen Fuhan nodded. “Tomorrow I will hang it in the most conspicuous place in my study and admire it every day.”
"Why is it hanging in the study again?" Wen Jiayue blushed. "If your famous works had eyes and mouths, they would definitely scold me."
“Then take all these things down and only hang the paintings that A-Yue painted,” he said, looking at her. “From now on, every year on my birthday, you will give me one painting to fill the entire study.”
Wen Jiayue curled her lips, but immediately refused: "I don't want to."
Her tone was almost coquettish, and Shen Fuhan's heart softened. He said gently, "It's settled then."
Wen Jiayue reluctantly said, "I can agree, but on one condition. Tell me why I want to draw it this way?"
Shen Fuhan said confidently, "The moon is you, the snow is me, and the osmanthus tree represents our hopes for the child."
Wen Jiayue was stunned. She drew the osmanthus tree simply because she felt the picture was too empty. She looked up and saw the osmanthus tree outside the window, and that's when she suddenly felt like drawing it. How did it represent this?
Shen Fuhan explained in detail: "The phrase '芝兰玉树' means that one's children will become successful."
Wen Jiayue sighed, "No wonder Lord Shen can come up with such a convoluted name."
Shen Fuhan asked, "Isn't that right?"
“That explanation works too,” Wen Jiayue snorted. “Next year I’ll draw something random and see what kind of nonsense you can come up with.”
Shen Fuhan keenly caught the word "next year" in her words and took her hand.
"Then it's settled. You have to send me a painting next year too."
"We'll see when the time comes; it depends on my mood."
Shen Fuhan spent an entire night successfully persuading her to agree to draw for him.
Just as their love was blossoming, two months later, Wen Jiayue was diagnosed with pregnancy.
Judging by the timing, she conceived around the time of Shen Fuhan's birthday.
Suppressing her excitement, Wen Jiayue, just as she had when she learned about Huai Zhaozhao, waited for Shen Fuhan to finish his shift and then told him about it.
Unlike his previous indifferent demeanor, Shen Fuhan's lips curled up in a smile.
He could not hide the tremor in his voice as he whispered, "Ah Yue, our Mu Mu is coming."
Wen Jiayue had already calmed down and deliberately said, "Now that I'm pregnant, my husband, please go to the study to sleep, just like last time."
“I won’t go,” Shen Fuhan said, gently wrapping his arms around her. “I have good self-control right now, I won’t hurt you.”
“But I don’t think I have much self-control,” Wen Jiayue sighed, half-jokingly. “You should go sleep in the study.”
“It’s okay if you don’t have good self-control,” Shen Fuhan said in a low voice. “When you are four or five months pregnant, if you and the baby are healthy, you can have sex.”
Wen Jiayue looked at him in shock, then realized what he meant and glared at him.
"You're definitely lying to me."
If that's true, why didn't he do this when he was pregnant with Zhao Zhao?
Shen Fuhan didn't explain, but changed the subject, asking, "Are you hungry?"
Wen Jiayue glanced at him suspiciously. Why aren't you saying anything?
But that suited her just the way it was, saving him from being indecent again.
Wen Jiayue sat up: "Let's go have a meal."
Shen Fuhan took her hand and, as they crossed the threshold, reminded her, "Watch your step."
Wen Jiayue chuckled: "No need to be so careful."
Shen Fuhan verbally agreed, but still took meticulous care of her, as if he wanted to make up for all the care he had missed last time.
Moreover, Shen Fuhan had clearly done his homework this time, and was fully aware of her changes every month.
Wen Jiayue lay on the soft pillow, watching him busy himself, and couldn't help but think of the man who had been extremely cold to her two years ago.
For a moment, it felt like a lifetime had passed, and I felt a mix of emotions.
Shen Fuhan turned his head and saw her looking at him with a complicated expression, so he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"I just feel that you've become quite a stranger compared to when we first got married."
She seemed to be bringing up old grievances, and her temper had been flaring up these past few days. If he didn't answer her well, he could be in deep trouble and might not speak to her for days.
Shen Fuhan didn't change the subject, but spoke earnestly: "Back then, I couldn't see my own heart clearly, and I hadn't learned how to love you."
Wen Jiayue's eyes welled up with tears, and she reached out her hand to him.
Shen Fuhan avoided her slightly undulating, nearly four-month-old belly and pulled her into his arms.
“After I give birth to Mumu, you must treat me the same way,” Wen Jiayue said willfully. “Otherwise, I will take Zhaozhao and Mumu and run away to live with my uncle and aunt.”
When she was newly pregnant, the Song family happened to return to Beijing, and it was her aunt who told her this.
Wen Jiayue thought the threat was excellent and kept it in mind, so she blurted it out.
She asked smugly, "Scared now?"
“I’m afraid,” Shen Fuhan turned his head and gently kissed her cheek. “It seems I have to treat A-Yue even better so that you can give up this idea.”
Wen Jiayue snorted: "You know that's good. My uncle and aunt are highly skilled in martial arts, and my cousin has become an official. Now I have powerful backers."
Shen Fuhan chuckled, looking at her smug little face, and couldn't help but ask, "How can A-Yue be so cute?"
Wen Jiayue blushed at his words and straightened up, saying, "I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going to the yard to see the osmanthus."
It's already August, and the osmanthus flowers are in full bloom, filling the room with fragrance.
Shen Fuhan naturally obeyed and helped her over.
A gentle breeze rustled the flowering trees, and osmanthus blossoms fell to the ground, creating a golden carpet.
Zhao Zhao was picking osmanthus flowers in the yard, holding a handful of them in her hands.
Seeing her parents come out, she eagerly stretched out her hand, presenting them as a treasure: "Mommy, Flower!"
Wen Jiayue accepted it with a smile and said, "Thank you, Zhaozhao."
Shen Fuhan asked, savoring the taste, "Where are Father's flowers?"
Just then, a gust of wind blew, and Zhao Zhao reached out and caught a osmanthus flower, capturing the gentle autumn sunlight.
Furthermore, there is the happiness and peace of being together day and night.
August is truly a wonderful time of year.
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