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Chapter 454 Shen Fuhan's Booklet

Shen Fuhan slept for a very long time, from dusk till late at night.

Wen Jiayue looked at the book, glancing at him every now and then, but in the end, she couldn't concentrate on reading at all.

Why hasn't he woken up yet after sleeping for so long?

She carefully moved to Shen Fuhan's side, watching his expression change from frowning to relaxing, trying to guess what he was going through.

The moon outside the window had climbed high into the sky, and Wen Jiayue was also a little sleepy, so she covered her mouth and yawned.

Just then, Shen Fuhan reacted.

She quickly covered her mouth, worried that she might have woken him up.

She looked at him and saw him open his eyes, a tear falling from the corner of his eye.

He sat up and pulled her into his arms, holding her very tightly.

"Ayue..."

Wen Jiayue hugged him back and patted his back gently to comfort him.

"I am here."

Shen Fuhan calmed down a bit and said in a low voice, "I dreamed that you died because of the Bone-Corroding Powder."

Wen Jiayue nodded: "At that time, I trusted Wen Ruohuan too much and was completely unprepared for her, which is why I took the bone-corroding powder for three consecutive days."

“On Zhao Zhao’s birthday, I was dying. Fortunately, the mastermind behind it all, Li Zhilan, came to see me. He was so arrogant and probably didn’t take me seriously. That gave me the opportunity to stab the hairpin into her heart and take revenge on the spot.”

Shen Fuhan said, "She didn't die at that time."

Wen Jiayue was stunned: "How is that possible?"

She used almost all her strength to stab Li Zhilan in the heart with that hairpin, and she saw Li Zhilan's blood spurt out with her own eyes. How could she not die?

“She’s still clinging to life, but you’ve done a remarkable job,” Shen Fuhan said, stroking her face. “Those two months must have been a living hell for her.”

Thinking about it that way, it's not a bad deal. Wen Jiayue nodded and said, "It's even."

“How can it be considered even?” Shen Fuhan said coldly, “She still owes Zhaozhao a life.”

Wen Jiayue grasped his hand: "Wouldn't bringing her to justice this time be enough to settle the score?"

She wanted Li Zhilan dead, even if it meant two lifetimes and two lives.

“That’s not enough,” Shen Fuhan said. “In his previous life, the Emperor felt some guilt towards Li Zhilan and was forced to execute her. In this life, I want to make the Emperor willing to do so, and even feel that she deserved to die.”

Wen Jiayue didn't ask him what he planned to do. She nestled in his arms and whispered, "I trust my husband."

Shen Fuhan hugged her tightly again: "Ayue, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."

His voice trembled, clearly still trapped in that dream.

Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "Actually, this is quite good. If this hadn't happened in our past life, and we had lived peacefully to the age of one hundred, we might have been a resentful couple until our deaths."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment: "No."

"You say no, so you don't?" Wen Jiayue complained. "What's the use if you think we're in love? In my eyes, it's like a flower falling on water, but the stream flowing away without feeling anything."

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have hidden my feelings."

His kiss landed on her smooth forehead, a precious and cherished kiss.

Wen Jiayue deliberately made things difficult for him: "Then tell me now, what feelings do you have for me?"

Shen Fuhan hesitated for a moment. He could say many things easily now, but he still felt a little uncomfortable saying them so solemnly.

He asked, "Can I not say?"

Before Wen Jiayue could show her displeasure, he continued, "I'll write it down for you to see."

Wen Jiayue said with dissatisfaction, "When will this ever end?"

Shen Fuhan said awkwardly, "I've written a lot before."

"When?" she asked in surprise. "How come I didn't know?"

“You know,” Shen Fuhan explained, “that time when I went to the study to see your portrait, you saw a booklet, the contents of which were about you.”

Wen Jiayue: "..."

She thought it was some kind of secret, but it turned out to be about her.

She said without any hesitation, "I want to see it tomorrow."

“Alright,” Shen Fuhan agreed, “You can go straight into the study.”

Wen Jiayue asked suspiciously, "Aren't you afraid I'll see something I shouldn't?"

"Don't worry. You can come and go as you please in my study from now on."

Wen Jiayue quietly pouted, "I don't care."

She made up her mind to wait until Shen Fuhan returned to the manor tomorrow before watching it, and it would be best if she could make him read a few lines himself, so that he would feel ashamed.

So, the following evening, after Shen Fuhan returned to the mansion, Wen Jiayue pulled him into the study.

Where is that booklet?

Shen Fuhan found it and handed it to her.

Wen Jiayue didn't answer, but raised her chin and said, "Read it to me."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then asked, "Do you really want to hear it?"

"real."

Shen Fuhan then flipped to the first page, glanced at it, and slowly began to speak.

"October 18th, newlyweds."

“She told me that her given name is Wen Jiayue, and those close to her call her Yue’er. I know what she’s hoping for, but she can’t bring herself to say it.”

Another nickname lingered in my throat—A-Yue, which sounded better than Yue'er, and might even be exclusively mine. But the words stuck in my throat and I swallowed them back down.

Wen Jiayue was stunned. Wasn't this the conversation from the day they got married?

I never expected that Shen Fuhan, whose face seemed cold and indifferent, had so many inner turmoil.

Shen Fuhan continued reading.

"Ah Yue was timid, always afraid of making a sound when she ate. She would glance at me every now and then, looking as cautious as a frightened rabbit. I couldn't help but wonder, if she's so afraid, what will she do when it's time to consummate the marriage?"

Wen Jiayue blushed slightly: "Don't read it aloud, I'll read it myself."

She suspected that the following content was obscene.

Shen Fuhan refused to give it to her and continued, "Sure enough, after lying on the bed, her eyes were closed tightly, but she did not reject me. When she saw that I couldn't undress, she even helped me."

Wen Jiayue felt as if she were back on her wedding night, blushing as she tried to snatch the booklet from his hand.

Shen Fuhan raised his hand high and read aloud, "I never knew that a woman's body was pinkish-white, like peach blossoms in March, like soft, lustrous pearls..."

Wen Jiayue interrupted him: "Stop talking!"

She tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead; she had no idea that Shen Fuhan would write these things!

If she had known this would happen, she would have taken a look first!

Shen Fuhan said with lingering interest, "Didn't A-Yue want to hear more? I'm reading the most exciting part right now."

"I'll see for myself!"

Wen Jiayue finally snatched the booklet and hid far away from him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she glanced at her, Shen Fuhan said, "A-Yue's name is so well chosen. Holding her is like embracing the moon in my arms, and I can't help but feel happy."

"She was very shy and didn't know where to hide, her burning face pressed against my chest..."

It's almost exactly the same as what's written in the booklet.

Wen Jiayue stepped forward and covered his mouth.

"No! You're not allowed to say it!"

Shen Fuhan smiled, grasped her wrist, and lowered her hand.

"I'm just kidding you, take your time watching."

He gazed at her gently, recalling how Shen Fuhan had also looked through the booklet in his dream last night.

But the sweetness of this moment was gone; only bitterness and regret remained on my lips.

He then thought that he should find an opportunity to let A-Yue take a look at the booklet.

Tell her that his love for her has always been hidden between the lines of his words.