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Chapter 461 Prude

In early April, preparations for Shen Fuyou's wedding banquet were completed, with only some minor details remaining.

Shen Funian's belly grew bigger day by day, and Wen Jiayue told her to rest more, saying that she would take care of the finishing work herself.

Shen Funian originally wanted to persist, but her morning sickness had become quite severe these past few days, so she had to give up.

“It’s really suffering,” Shen Funian sighed. “Whether it’s a boy or a girl, you’ll only have this one child in your life.”

Wen Jiayue nodded.

After the nausea subsided, Shen Funian calmed down for a moment and asked tactfully, "The mourning period is about to end. You and my older brother have been getting along quite well lately, haven't you?"

Knowing what she wanted to say, Wen Jiayue simply took the initiative to speak: "Don't worry, I will definitely get pregnant this year."

Shen Funian was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Sister-in-law, you really know me inside and out."

Wen Jiayue said helplessly, "What's so hard to guess about your thoughts?"

"Then I'll wait for your good news," Shen Funian said unexpectedly, touching her waist and exclaiming, "Sister-in-law's waist is so slender, my brother is so lucky."

Wen Jiayue blushed and glared at her, then quickly dodged away, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Shen Funian asked in surprise, "It was just a touch on the waist, why are you overreacting?"

“It’s not about touching her waist,” Wen Jiayue stammered. “I meant the second half of the sentence.”

Shen Funian asked in bewilderment, "That's quite normal..."

In a flash, she suddenly felt that she had figured out the truth.

"It must be because my older brother is usually too serious and rarely says things like that that you blushed."

Wen Jiayue: "..." You don't really understand your older brother.

He's clearly just pretending to be serious.

“My elder brother is just a boring guy,” Shen Funian complained. “He has a good-looking face, but he does things in a rigid and inflexible way, just like Ling He. Like master, like guard.”

Wen Jiayue listened quietly, neither refuting nor admitting anything.

Even though Shen Funian was her sister-in-law and a friend, she was too embarrassed to talk about such private matters.

Shen Funian took her silence as agreement and said indignantly, "That won't do. When he comes back, I'll have a good talk with him."

Wen Jiayue quickly stopped her, saying, "No need, we're fine."

“You haven’t experienced the fun yet, so you can’t make any conclusions,” Shen Funian said earnestly. “Once you’ve experienced it, you’ll definitely like it.”

Wen Jiayue had no choice but to put on a stern face and say, "Niannian, don't interfere in my business with your older brother, or I won't be polite."

Perhaps she had learned some authority from Shen Fuhan, which intimidated Shen Funian, and she didn't say anything more.

Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, during their intimate moments, Shen Fuhan suddenly spoke up: "I heard from my third sister that you think I'm very quiet in bed?"

Wen Jiayue's heart tightened, and her body reacted accordingly, causing Shen Fuhan to let out a muffled groan.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you so nervous? Did you really tell me?"

“No,” Wen Jiayue frowned, “It’s…it’s Niannian who insisted on talking about this…please be gentle…I don’t want to say it, she misunderstood.”

After finishing the sentence in fits and starts, Wen Jiayue only had the strength to breathe, and couldn't help but push him away.

But her strength was weak, and Shen Fuhan didn't take it seriously at all.

He took her hand, raised it above his head, and intertwined their fingers.

"So, am I romantic?" He bit her lip. "Or do I am, but still need to work on it?"

Just as Wen Jiayue was wondering how to answer, he suddenly and haphazardly bumped into her, leaving her defenseless.

Shen Fuhan deliberately asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Wen Jiayue was unable to utter a complete sentence and glared at him angrily.

But her face flushed pink, and her almond-shaped eyes were misty, showing no sign of anger. Shen Fuhan felt that she was looking at him with a pitiful yet adorable expression, as if she were about to cry.

His heart softened, and he chuckled softly, "I won't tease you anymore, just hold me tight."

The night was still long, the cold light was biting, and the moonlight poured down like water.

Before they knew it, it was Shen Fuyou's wedding day.

Wen Jiayue's mourning period had ended a few days ago, so she no longer needed to pretend and was able to attend the wedding banquet openly.

Although she was said to be attending, she still had to make decisions on all sorts of matters, big and small. No one could guarantee that the wedding banquet would go perfectly, and as the wife of a marquis, she had to keep a close eye on everything.

While running around, Wen Jiayue thought to herself that it was fortunate that Shen Fuhan didn't have many brothers and sisters, and they were all already married.

The next time I'm busy, it'll be for Zhao Zhao's wedding banquet, right?

She felt a little sad thinking about this, but quickly banished the sadness that was lingering in her heart.

Zhao Zhao is only one and a half years old. What is she thinking? She must have caught Shen Fuhan's ideas!

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue took a moment to glare at Shen Fuhan, it was all his fault.

Shen Fuhan was completely confused. Thinking she was tired, he walked over to her and asked, "Is there anything else? I'll do it."

Wen Jiayue inadvertently became a hands-off manager, enjoying her freedom and ordering him around.

As noon approached, the wedding sedan chair arrived at the door.

Guests flocked to watch the bride and groom perform their wedding ceremony.

Wen Jiayue had nothing else to do, so she went over with Shen Funian.

Shen Funian was already four months pregnant. Wen Jiayue wanted to help her, but she walked very fast as if nothing had happened.

She urged, "Sister-in-law, hurry up."

Wen Jiayue said worriedly, "Slow down, don't get pushed around."

Shen Funian snorted: "I'll say it again, if you can't even handle this little risk, you don't deserve to be my child."

Wen Jiayue: "..."

They arrived at the perfect time; just as they reached the main hall, Shen Fuyou and Xie Yan were preparing to perform the wedding ceremony.

Since there were no elders in the Shen family, memorial tablets for Shen's father and mother were placed on the table.

The newlyweds bowed to their parents' memorial tablets, followed by a mutual bow between husband and wife.

Shen Fuyou grinned, lowered his head, bowed solemnly, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were red.

The master of ceremonies announced loudly, "The ceremony is complete. Now escort them to the bridal chamber!"

Amid cheers and applause, Shen Fuyou scooped Xie Yan up in his arms and strode confidently toward Wuyou Courtyard.

Shen Funian laughed until her stomach hurt: "Fourth brother is too impatient!"

After saying that, she looked at Xiao Suye and questioned, "Why didn't you hug me back then?"

Xiao Suye smiled slightly: "Perhaps it's because I'm more mature than my fourth brother."

Shen Funian punched him lightly: "Sweet talk."

Wen Jiayue also quietly asked Shen Fuhan, "Why didn't you hug me back then?"

She added, "You're not allowed to say the same thing as your brother-in-law."

Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow slightly: "If you like, I can add it now."

As he spoke, he approached her. Wen Jiayue was certain he wouldn't dare to do anything serious, but when his hand touched her back, she still backed down and ran away in a flash.

"I was just kidding, don't take it seriously!"

Shen Fuhan chuckled. With such little courage, he dared to provoke him.