webnovelfull Chapter 251 You Don't Want To?
Chapter 251 You Don't Want To?
Seeing that Shen Fuhan remained silent and motionless, Wen Jiayue looked at him with suspicion.
Why did she feel that he was acting strangely today?
Just as Wen Jiayue was about to speak, a young man with an angry face suddenly appeared from the side.
Without a word, the boy grabbed Pei Shijing and shouted, "Let's go!"
Pei Shijing cried out "Ouch!" and frowned, saying, "Second Brother, you're hurting me!"
Pei Huaijin stood up and said, "Second brother, let's talk this out and release Xiao Jing."
In response to his words, Pei Huaiying simply replied with a "Pah!"
Just as her second brother was about to pull her away, Pei Shijing reached out her hand: "Brother, save me..."
However, Pei Huaiying was too strong, and she was powerless to resist.
“What’s the point of talking to him?” Pei Huaiying said angrily. “Xiao Jing, I’m your own brother!”
Upon hearing this, Pei Huaijin's expression immediately darkened, and he withdrew his hand.
He forced a smile: "Xiao Jing, go back with your second brother. I have some things to do here."
Pei Huaiying scoffed, "Hypocrite!"
After saying that, he took Pei Shijing and left.
Wen Jiayue was stunned. What on earth was going on?
Pei Huaijin apologized in a low voice: "I'm so sorry, my second brother... he has a bit of a temper. I hope he didn't disturb Brother Shen and his wife?"
Wen Jiayue slowly shook her head.
She thought that Brother Dragonfly was doing well in the Duke's mansion, but she never expected that after leaving Chang'an for several years, even his own younger brother would not recognize him.
However, there's nothing to acknowledge about this kind of younger brother.
Pei Huaiying has been spreading rumors in the capital, saying that Pei Huaijin died long ago and that he is the real crown prince, and has always considered himself the crown prince.
Even she, a woman confined to the inner quarters of the house, knew about it, which shows just how widely the matter had spread.
She thought carefully about the events of the Duke of Qi's mansion in her previous life.
Pei Huaiying remained arrogant for a long time. In the same year that she died, Pei Huaiying also died, seemingly from alcoholism, and the situation finally calmed down.
Thinking about it this way, the Duke of Qi's inaction also contributed to the current situation.
Disharmony among children is mostly due to...
Forget it, this is Dragonfly Brother's family matter, she shouldn't make any rash comments.
She glanced at Pei Huaijin with a complicated expression.
This glance only brought heartache to Shen Fuhan.
He clenched his fist again. It was just a falling out between brothers, why was he so heartbroken?
He stood up and said coldly, "Return to the manor."
Wen Jiayue snapped out of her daze and replied with an "okay".
Seeing this, Pei Huaijin did not try to keep them any longer, and said gently, "Brother Shen, let's talk again next time."
Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.
Seeing him turn his head, Wen Jiayue smiled at Pei Huaijin, who nodded in return, and then followed Shen Fuhan forward.
Shen Fuhan walked so fast that she couldn't keep up at all.
Wen Jiayue was a little puzzled. What was the matter that was in such a hurry?
Since she couldn't catch up with him anyway, she slowed down and enjoyed the scenery along the way.
After turning a corner, Shen Fuhan was actually standing there waiting for her.
"Why so slow?"
He turned the tables on her, and Wen Jiayue glared at him: "It was clearly you who walked too fast."
Shen Fuhan's eyes darkened slightly as he looked at her annoyed expression.
She had never been so impatient with Pei Huaijin before.
Seeing him staring at her with an ambiguous look, Wen Jiayue suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
"My lord, why have you stopped?"
Shen Fuhan didn't say anything, but continued walking forward, though his pace slowed down.
Once seated in the carriage, Shen Fuhan closed his eyes to rest.
My mind is filled with the events of the day, one by one, and I'm getting increasingly agitated.
Opening her eyes, she saw a joyful smile on Wen Jiayue's lips.
Shen Fuhan took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly: "Why did you hesitate just now?"
Wen Jiayue asked, puzzled, "What?"
“When I said we should go back to the manor, you hesitated for a long time.”
Wen Jiayue naturally wouldn't tell the truth, but her reasons were readily available.
"It's all about my fourth brother. You asked me to help him find a match, but I haven't had a chance to do so yet, and we're already heading back."
Shen Fuhan fell silent for a moment; he had almost forgotten about the matter.
"So that's how it is," he said calmly.
Wen Jiayue casually asked, "Otherwise, what would the Marquis have thought of it?"
Shen Fuhan looked at her and suddenly felt that he couldn't understand her anymore.
His wife used to be obedient and docile, always doing whatever he asked.
My personality has changed drastically since I gave birth.
He asked several imperial physicians, who said it was normal and only required more care and attention.
Nowadays... lies come out of their mouths without batting an eye.
Is it that he can't understand her, or that he has never understood her at all?
Upon returning to the Marquis's residence, Shen Fuhan went to his study without saying a word.
"Ling He, come with me."
Ling He closed the door, clasped his hands in a fist and asked, "What are your orders, Lord Marquis?"
Shen Fuhan said, enunciating each word clearly, "Go and investigate whether Pei Huaijin and his wife had any prior interactions."
Their actions were so intimate and natural, it was impossible for them to have just met.
Ling He was stunned for a moment, wondering if he had misheard. Who and who?
He pondered for a moment and asked, "Could you repeat that, Your Excellency?"
Shen Fuhan glanced at him: "The heir of the Duke of Qi and the wife of the Marquis of Jing'an."
Ling He was a little puzzled. The two seemed to have nothing in common, so what was there to investigate?
But the Marquis's words were like a royal decree to him, and Ling He accepted the order and left.
Just as he was about to leave the study, Shen Fuhan called him back.
"This matter must not be made public; you are solely responsible for it. If your wife asks, you must only say that you went to Liuzhou on a mission, and you are not allowed to reveal a single word else."
Lin Qianqian and Wen Jiayue have a good relationship, so he won't give her any clues.
Ling He responded with a "yes," and seeing that the Marquis had no further instructions, he left.
The study fell silent. Shen Fuhan opened his palm and looked at his hand.
The bloodstains had long since dried, but the thorns were still deeply embedded in his palm, reminding him of what had happened at the Duke of Qi's mansion.
Shen Fuhan clenched his fist, and another sharp pain shot through him.
He opened his hand again and pulled out the thorn, letting the blood gush out and drip onto the white Xuan paper.
Just as he was about to tear off the hem of his clothes and shred them, he stopped.
Looking around, I saw an outer garment on a shelf to the side, so I casually tore it open and tied it up haphazardly.
He stayed in the study until evening, then returned to his bedroom.
Shen Funian and her son had already arrived and were chatting with Wen Jiayue.
He slowly walked in.
Shen Funian smiled and said, "Big brother is back."
Shen Chengyao obediently spoke up, "Uncle."
Wen Jiayue, however, merely glanced at him and continued talking to Shen Funian.
The girl who used to have nothing but him in her heart and eyes, now doesn't even look at him properly.
He felt a tightness in his chest and instinctively reached out to cover it.
"Big brother, your hand is injured?" Shen Funian asked in surprise. "Why is it bandaged?"
Wen Jiayue then looked over suspiciously.
Shen Fuhan was about to say it was nothing, but then changed his mind.
"I got injured while practicing swordsmanship this afternoon." He looked at Wen Jiayue.
Shen Funian tactfully stood up: "Then, brother, take good care of your injuries. Yao'er and I will head back first."
Soon, only the two of them remained in the bedroom.
Wen Jiayue frowned and said, "Lord Marquis, you are too careless."
"I was distracted," Shen Fuhan said, sitting down. "Could you help me bandage this?"
Wen Jiayue did not refuse. Upon hearing this, she stood up and found gauze and ointment.
Just as I was about to turn around, a warm body pressed against my back.
His nose brushed against the back of her neck, casting a warm, moist spray evenly.
Wen Jiayue awkwardly dodged away: "My lord, your hand is injured."
The implication was that we shouldn't do that kind of thing tonight.
Shen Fuhan disliked her actions and words.
"Ah Yue," he called softly, "don't you want to?"