webnovelfull Chapter 289 To please her
Chapter 289 To please her
Chapter 289 Winning Her Heart
Shen Fuhan almost instinctively denied it: "I wasn't stimulated."
He would never tell Wen Jiayue that he knew she and Pei Huaijin were childhood sweethearts until he was certain that she would choose him.
He wouldn't do something that does more harm than good.
As for the reason for the change...
After much deliberation, he finally spoke: "I just feel that since we got married, I have been busy with official duties and have not fulfilled my duties as a husband."
Shen Fuhan didn't give her a chance to think, and tucked the long hair that fell on her cheek behind her ear.
He continued softly, "Except for tonight, you've liked all the changes I've made these past few days, haven't you?"
Wen Jiayue did not answer; she was somewhat afraid to face her own heart.
Even though she no longer had any romantic feelings for Shen Fuhan, she would still lose herself in his tenderness, thus falling into his trap time and time again.
Like a meticulously crafted dream, she didn't know when she would wake up, so she dared not let herself become immersed in it.
Seeing that she remained silent, Shen Fuhan felt a little flustered. Was she still angry?
He asked in a gentler tone, "Ah Yue, why aren't you saying anything?"
"I don't know what to say," Wen Jiayue said, her mind a little confused. "Let's talk about it tomorrow. It's late, I need to sleep."
Shen Fuhan frowned. "Let's talk about it tomorrow?"
He didn't want to agree, but seeing her tired expression, he still replied, "Okay."
He paused for a moment and then instructed, "Grandmother should not wake up tomorrow. Go and take a look, then find an excuse to come back. Don't stay any longer."
Wen Jiayue glanced at him in surprise and asked, "Has the Marquis's attitude towards Grandmother changed?"
This wasn't the first time Shen Fuhan had helped her, and he hadn't been going to Ninghui Hall often lately, only going there when he had something to do.
Shen Fuhan asked, "Want to know?"
Wen Jiayue nodded.
"Then answer my question first."
Wen Jiayue immediately closed her eyes. Never mind, she was just asking casually and wasn't curious at all.
She doesn't interfere in the affairs of the grandfather and grandson.
Shen Fuhan sighed inwardly. Did he like it or not?
Judging from her behavior, she likes him, but she will notice if he shows even the slightest bit of his old self.
It seems his disguise wasn't good enough; he still needs to continue his training. It's a long and arduous journey ahead.
Shen Fuhan pondered for a long time. It wasn't enough for him to figure it out on his own. Who could teach him?
Pei Huaijin can be ruled out first; he doesn't even want to look at him.
As for others...
The image of Shen Fuyou flashed through his mind, and he made up his mind before going to sleep.
Before leaving the mansion the next day, Shen Fuhan instructed his steward to have Shen Fuyou see him at the Dali Temple after she woke up.
The steward went to wait outside Wuyou Courtyard himself, and when the sun was high in the sky, he finally saw the Fourth Master wake up.
He relayed the Marquis's words verbatim, and Shen Fuyou, who was still half asleep, immediately woke up.
He exclaimed in surprise, "My elder brother wants me to go to the Dali Temple?!"
The steward was startled, then nodded: "That's right."
"It's over, it's over, it's all over now!"
Shen Fuyou jumped off the bed and rushed into the washroom. After getting dressed, he immediately ran to the main courtyard.
Wen Jiayue had just returned from Ninghui Hall. The old lady was still asleep, and the situation seemed dire.
However, she didn't pay much attention to it and returned after making a show of it.
No sooner had he sat down than Shen Fuyou burst in, before he had even taken a sip of tea.
Before Wen Jiayue could speak, Shen Fuyou hurriedly asked, "Sister-in-law, does my elder brother know about Yan'er's matter? Has he told you?"
Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "No, please sit down and tell me slowly, what happened?"
"My elder brother suddenly wants me to go to the Dali Temple," Shen Fuyou said desperately. "He's not going to arrest me, is he? No, this is practically a trap!"
Wen Jiayue reassured her, "You didn't kill anyone or set any fires, so don't worry too much."
Shen Fuyou scratched his head: "Never mind, at worst I'll get a beating from my older brother. I'll get Yan'er out of the city first. I can't let her suffer with me."
As he was about to get up and leave, Wen Jiayue quickly grabbed him.
"Don't panic. What if it's not about this? Wouldn't you be completely exposed?"
Shen Fuyou asked, completely bewildered, "Then what should we do?"
Wen Jiayue thought for a moment and said, "Send your personal servant to him, don't go yourself."
Shen Fuyou nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to my sister-in-law."
After everything was arranged, he went to the Dali Temple with a sense of impending doom.
Upon arrival, Sibai greeted him, saying, "Fourth Master, the Marquis is busy. Please come in and sit for a while."
As Shen Fuyou walked in, he thought to himself, "What a show of force!"
After waiting impatiently for half an hour, Shen Fuhan finally arrived.
Shen Fuyou had rehearsed many scenarios in his mind and thought he was calm enough, but when he saw his older brother, his legs went weak and he stood up shakily.
He took a deep breath: "Big Brother."
"Fourth brother, you've kept me waiting," Shen Fuhan asked. "Have you eaten?"
Shen Fuyou decided that the sooner she died, the sooner she could be reborn. She steeled her heart and said directly, "I'm not hungry. Just say what you have to say."
Shen Fuhan hesitated for a long time, unsure of how to begin.
Seeing that he remained silent, Shen Fuyou said nervously, "Big brother, just give me a quick death, don't feel like you're being cut with a dull knife."
Shen Fuhan then spoke up: "I just wanted to ask, how do you usually win the hearts of girls?"
Shen Fuyou has a sweet tongue; from childhood to adulthood, he can always make people happy if he wants to.
The two brothers were two extremes; as cold as his personality, Shen Fuyou was just as warm.
"Brother, what kind of talk is that?" Shen Fuyou was taken aback. "Who are you trying to please? I'll tell my sister-in-law!"
“Don’t tell her,” Shen Fuhan coughed lightly, sounding a little awkward, “I… just want to please her.”
Shen Fuyou: "?"
It turned out it wasn't about Yan'er, but rather someone who needed his help. Shen Fuyou turned around and sat down with an air of authority.
"Brother, I'm hungry," he said, "I want to eat the food from Peach Blossom Spring, otherwise I can't think of anything."
Shen Fuhan glanced at him and told Sibai to take care of it.
"Honestly, why did you send me to the Dali Temple to discuss something like this?" Shen Fuyou said indignantly. "I thought I had done something wrong!"
Shen Fuhan said, "I'm too busy, I can only see you when I have time."
"Alright, alright, you're a busy person, and I'm a free person," Shen Fuyou shook his head and sighed. "I'd better leave, lest I disturb you while you're doing your work and then get scolded by you."
Shen Fuhan stopped him: "Now that I'm here to see you, I naturally have time."
Shen Fuyou frowned upon hearing this. Although it was the truth, it was just too rude.
He muttered, "No wonder you can't win your sister-in-law's heart."
Shen Fuhan was slightly taken aback: "How did you come to that conclusion?"
“I’m not stupid,” Shen Fuyou rolled her eyes. “Anyone would be angry if you talked like that.”
Shen Fuhan asked, "What did I say wrong?"
Shen Fuyou clicked his tongue. He was clearly asking for advice humbly, but the way his older brother said it sounded so aggressive.
He frankly said, "Brother, I don't think I can teach you well. You should find someone else."
Shen Fuhan paused, then asked, "Don't you want me and your sister-in-law to have a loving and harmonious relationship?"
"Of course I want to, but I can't teach you like this."
Shen Fuhan said earnestly, "Fuyou, I can only ask you for advice. If you can't help me either, then your sister-in-law and I will have to get a divorce."
This flattery made Shen Fuyou feel smug; it made it seem like he was indispensable.
Without him, my older brother and sister-in-law couldn't make ends meet.
He cleared his throat: "So I'm that important."
He paused for a moment, then came to his senses.
"Wait a minute, bro, aren't you pretty good at this?"