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Chapter 313 Measuring by Hand

Shen Fuhan fell into deep thought.

He found that he no longer disliked playing the role of a gentle and considerate husband, and even enjoyed it to some extent.

After all, the benefits he received were real, and based on his observations over this period of time, Wen Jiayue's behavior was about the same as when they first got married.

Although she felt less affection for him, she stopped making sarcastic remarks and stopped ignoring him at the drop of a hat.

So he became deeply mired in his illusions, indulging in them day after day.

Before Shen Funian said those words, he hadn't even noticed anything unusual about himself.

Could it be that, by pretending, he would actually become the gentle and considerate husband that Wen Jiayue had hoped for?

"Big brother, what are you thinking about?"

A hand suddenly waved in front of his eyes, bringing Shen Fuhan back to his senses.

“It’s nothing,” he paused, then asked, “Do I act like this in front of you?”

Shen Funian didn't quite understand what he meant: "What?"

Shen Fuhan remained silent, not wanting anyone to know that he cared too much about the matter.

He stepped forward and began teaching Wen Jiayue martial arts.

Shen Funian scratched his head, completely bewildered. Why was his older brother acting so strangely?

Lying in bed that night, Shen Fuhan was still pondering the matter.

He looked at Wen Jiayue to the side and asked, "Do you think I've changed recently?"

Wen Jiayue asked, puzzled, "Why does my husband ask this?"

"Just answer."

Wen Jiayue could only say, "You've changed. You actually care about what other people think now."

Shen Fuhan lowered his eyes in deep thought, while others...

Apart from Wen Jiayue, he really didn't care about what others thought of him.

In that sense, his changes were only directed at her.

Only in front of her would he show his gentle and considerate side.

Has this become a habit, or has it become an instinct?

Shen Fuhan was unable to answer.

He simply stopped talking and said, "The Brocade Robe Pavilion will send over a few pieces of clothing tomorrow."

Wen Jiayue asked, "Is this for the coming-of-age banquet the day after tomorrow?"

Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "That's right."

Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "When did you have it made? Do you know my measurements?"

"About two weeks ago, as for the size," Shen Fuhan looked at her, "I measured it myself, there's no mistake."

Wen Jiayue's cheeks immediately flushed: "Why are you saying this!"

“You insisted on asking,” Shen Fuhan said calmly. “I didn’t originally intend to say it.”

Wen Jiayue didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, so she turned over and prepared to go to sleep.

Shen Fuhan grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Why didn't you ask me how I measured it?

His hand caressed her waist, a gentle, tingling, and itchy sensation.

Wen Jiayue quickly grabbed his mischievous hand and said righteously, "Zhaozhao is still here."

Although she is only one year and two months old, what if Zhaozhao starts to remember things?

"It's just taking measurements, nothing else," Shen Fuhan said with a low laugh. "What are you expecting?"

Wen Jiayue wanted to punch him; that was clearly what he meant!

"Don't hide, I'll measure it properly."

His hand hovered over his waist for a long time before he solemnly gave the measurements and asked, "Is it correct?"

Wen Jiayue's breathing was erratic, and she couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

She feigned composure and said, "I forgot. Now that the measurement is done, husband, you should go to sleep early."

“There are other places I haven’t measured,” Shen Fuhan said, his hand slowly moving upwards. “I need to let you know that I won’t make mistakes in this kind of thing.”

Wen Jiayue's breathing was unsteady. She grabbed his hand, but he easily caught it and placed it on the other side.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and asked in a deep voice, "Does A-Yue want to measure it herself?"

Wen Jiayue was both shy and embarrassed: "No..."

She hurriedly let go of his hand, and Shen Fuhan chuckled, saying with ease, "I understand. If I measure you, you want to measure me. That's fair, isn't it?"

Wen Jiayue had no idea where his twisted logic came from, nor could she think about it, because he was holding her wrist downwards.

She tried her best but couldn't resist, and he forced her to cry.

"I...I'll call you Brother Fuhan, okay?" she pleaded. "Husband, please don't..."

Shen Fuhan gently kissed the tip of her ear and sighed softly, "Be good."

Her cries were soft and delicate, occasionally punctuated by a broken "Brother Fuhan," and she sobbed for a long time.

The next day at noon, when the clothes were delivered from Jinfu Pavilion, Wen Jiayue was still asleep.

Ruyi didn't dare wake the lady, and arranged for the shopkeeper and the embroiderer to sit elsewhere for a while, serving them tea and snacks.

Fifteen minutes later, Wen Jiayue slowly woke up.

She sat up, feeling weak all over, and cursed Shen Fuhan a hundred and eighty times in her heart.

Ruyi hurriedly came in to serve.

"Madam, the manager of Jinfu Pavilion arrived a quarter of an hour ago. This servant will assist you with your grooming."

Wen Jiayue felt her face burning, and seeing the red marks on her body made her even more ashamed and angry.

Shen Fuhan must have taken the wrong medicine. He kept taking measurements, not only of hers, but also making her take his measurements.

Not only did he want her to know the amount, but he also insisted that she tell him.

Wen Jiayue didn't remember anything else throughout the entire night, but she remembered the six-inch mark perfectly.

She patted her face to dispel the inappropriate thoughts in her mind and instructed, "Don't let them into the house later. You can help me get dressed."

Ruyi naturally agreed.

Before long, Ruyi brought in the clothes. The dress was azure with pink lotus blossoms embroidered on it. It wasn't particularly eye-catching, but it was refreshing.

Shen Fuhan's was the same, but the twin lotus flowers weren't an eye-catching pink, but rather white with subtle patterns, which were quite lifelike.

Wen Jiayue had never seen Shen Fuhan wear a dress embroidered with a whole flower before. She pondered that it must have been the shopkeeper's recommendation.

But Shen Fuhan actually agreed?

Wen Jiayue planned to ask him that evening.

“Madam, there’s one more thing,” Ruyi said, picking up a few small garments. “Is this for Miss?”

Wen Jiayue looked over in surprise. Zhao Zhao's clothes were also the same color, but the embroidered twin lotus flowers had been changed to auspicious patterns.

She was both amused and exasperated. Why was Shen Fuhan putting so much effort into his clothes?

Dressed neatly, Wen Jiayue stood in front of the bronze mirror and turned around, unable to help but be amazed.

Shen Fuhan's measurements were indeed accurate; the size was exactly right.

Ruyi was almost mesmerized by the lady, cupping her face in her hands and saying, "Madam, you look so beautiful in this bright color. You are not only gentle and graceful, but also radiant and charming."

Wen Jiayue smiled, pursing her lips: "Such a sweet tongue."

“It’s true, I never lie.” Ruyi said with a smile. “Let me bring Miss over so she can change into her new clothes.”

Wen Jiayue nodded. She was actually looking forward to wearing the same clothes as Zhao Zhao. Just thinking about it made her feel happy.