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Chapter 346 I Want You to Understand

Wen Jiayue put down her chopsticks and asked in confusion.

"More than that, I'd like to know why you suddenly brought this up, my husband?"

Shen Fuhan paused, his prepared words suddenly caught in his throat.

She said she was more concerned about why he suddenly brought it up, but she didn't care why he slept in the study in the first place.

But she wrote the opposite in her letter, and she was troubled by it, tossing and turning at night.

Two years have passed, has she stopped caring?

Shen Fuhan suppressed his myriad thoughts and replied, "I saw Zhaozhao and suddenly remembered this matter."

Wen Jiayue said "Oh," and then said, "Then you go ahead."

For her, five years have passed, it feels like a lifetime ago, so distant.

She couldn't seem to recall exactly how upset she was back then, something she could remember for a lifetime.

Time really does seem to heal all wounds.

Or perhaps it's because she doesn't love him the same way she used to.

So she didn't care so much about Shen Fuhan's answer.

Seeing that she was still willing to listen, Shen Fuhan breathed a sigh of relief and explained, "At that time, we had just gotten married, and I didn't have much self-control. I was worried that I would hurt you, so I went to sleep in the study."

Wen Jiayue was stunned. Was it really that simple a reason?

Shen Fuhan continued, "I didn't say it at the time because... it was too embarrassing to talk about."

He didn't want her to think he was a hypocrite, so he came up with this idea.

Unexpectedly, this caused her to have wild thoughts, to the point that she couldn't eat or sleep.

Wen Jiayue asked, "How can you speak now, my husband?"

Shen Fuhan remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "You already know what kind of person I am."

Wen Jiayue deliberately asked, "What kind of person?"

She was thinking of words like hypocrite and sanctimonious man, and wanted Shen Fuhan to say them out loud.

Unexpectedly, he said, "Someone who wants to be inseparable from you every moment."

His directness made Wen Jiayue's face flush red.

She hurriedly covered Zhao Zhao's ears: "Zhao Zhao is still here!"

“Zhao Zhao doesn’t understand,” Shen Fuhan said, taking her hand in his. “But I want you to understand.”

His gaze was intense, and Wen Jiayue looked away as if burned, avoiding his eyes.

Seeing her lower her eyes and remain silent, Shen Fuhan said in a low voice, "You have misunderstood me too much... It's also my fault for keeping everything to myself. Let's be honest with each other from now on, okay?"

His tone seemed to carry a hint of pleading, even a touch of humility.

Wen Jiayue didn't understand where his humility came from.

He was the Marquis of Jing'an, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, whom the emperor relied on. He was always a high and mighty figure, and every look, action and word he made seemed like a handout to others.

Therefore, it must have been her imagination just now.

He was just being polite; she couldn't take advantage of the situation. If she actually voiced her dissatisfaction, he wouldn't be happy.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "My husband has done very well. If there is anything I have overlooked, you can tell me."

The light in Shen Fuhan's eyes dimmed slightly as he pondered the words "inconsiderate".

This phrase is usually used when entertaining guests; it's polite yet distant.

But they are husband and wife, yet she said it was "inconsiderate".

Perhaps he was too impatient, too eager to show her his changes, which frightened her, so she dared not open her heart.

Shen Fuhan sighed deeply and had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being.

"Alright, let's have our meal first."

Seeing that he finally stopped mentioning it, Wen Jiayue was happy to be free and let the servants in.

Shen Fuhan ate his meal without any appetite, then left the main courtyard under the pretext that he had something to attend to in his study, and went straight to Wuyou Courtyard.

Unexpectedly, Shen Fuyou was not in the courtyard, but his personal servant Siyu was.

Where did your fourth master go?

Siyu inwardly groaned. An hour ago, Fourth Master went to see that Miss Xie.

He tried to persuade him, but the Fourth Master said that he would definitely be able to return before the Marquis returned to the manor, and even if he couldn't, the Marquis wouldn't come to Wuyou Courtyard.

As luck would have it, the Marquis really came!

What did this make him say?

Seeing that the Marquis's gaze was getting sharper and sharper, Si Yu steeled her heart and finally spoke: "Fourth Master went outside to discuss business."

"what business?"

Siyu lowered her head and stammered, "I don't really know either..."

Shen Fuhan continued, "Why didn't you come along?"

Si Yu felt a chill run down her spine: "Siye didn't allow me to come along, so I had no choice but to stay at Wuyou Courtyard."

"You're quite obedient," Shen Fuhan said indifferently. "If anything happens to your master, you'll be the first to die."

Siyu's legs went weak and she knelt down.

Just as he was about to break down and reveal the truth, Shen Fuyou returned.

He walked briskly, humming a song, with a smug look on his face.

When he saw Shen Fuhan sitting in the main seat, he was startled and stood up straight.

"Big brother, what brings you here?"

"I came to see you," Shen Fuhan asked sternly, "Where have you been?"

Shen Fuyou nervously licked his lips, then casually said, "Well, where else can we go? Let's talk business."

"what business?"

Shen Fu said with concern, "I've been working on a perfume business recently, and we just finalized the deal a few days ago."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then asked, "Is it easy to use?"

Seeing that the topic had gone astray, and his elder brother didn't press him about his trip, Shen Fuyou breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly replied, "It works well, and I gave my sister-in-law a few jars last time, so you can ask her about it."

Shen Fuhan lied without batting an eye: "She thinks it smells amazing."

"Really?" Shen Fuyou carefully noted it down. "I'll have someone improve it next time."

Shen Fuhan asked, "Do you have any that don't have a fragrance?"

"Does your sister-in-law like this?"

Shen Fuhan nodded.

Shen Fuyou stroked his chin: "There are two cans, but I've already opened them and will use them myself. I'll go get a few more in a few days..."

Shen Fuhan interrupted him: "No need, give me yours."

"Oh? Isn't that inappropriate?" Shen Fuyou hesitated. "I don't mind, but I'm afraid you and your sister-in-law will mind."

He emphasized, "Especially you, eldest brother."

Shen Fuhan asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with me?"

“You’ve misunderstood me and my sister-in-law before,” Shen Fuyou muttered softly, “I wouldn’t dare do something so thankless.”

He had already experienced firsthand how terrifying his older brother's jealousy could be; he must have a death wish to give his sister-in-law the perfume he had used.

If his older brother suddenly takes a dislike to him, he won't be able to express his grievances.

Shen Fuhan was silent for a moment, then said, "It's alright, the misunderstanding has been cleared up."

“That won’t do either,” Shen Fuyou refused to back down. “I will definitely bring the new one over in five days at most.”

Shen Fuhan frowned slightly. Five days? That's too long. He needs it tonight.

However, Shen Fuyou hesitated to budge, so in desperation, Shen Fuhan had no choice but to tell the whole story.

“It’s not your sister-in-law who needs it, it’s me.”