NFBE Chapter 156 Don't Get Distracted
Chapter 156 Don't Get Distracted
Wen Jiayue stared at his retreating figure with a puzzled expression.
She felt that Shen Fuhan was acting strangely today; he was smiling more and even joking with her.
It's so unlike him.
She was probably drunk, Wen Jiayue patted her face and stopped thinking about it.
After taking a bath, Shen Fuhan felt much more awake, and his expression returned to its usual calm.
"I'm going to the study."
Wen Jiayue nodded slightly, silently thinking to herself, "She's been so busy all morning, yet she still has time to handle official business in the afternoon. She really has boundless energy."
She couldn't hold on any longer and took a nap after he left.
When I woke up, it was dusk.
There was still some time before dinner, so Wen Jiayue had the wet nurse bring Zhao Zhao over.
The wet nurse replied, "The young lady has been weaned these past few days and is almost used to sleeping through the night. She will be able to stay in her bedroom as early as tomorrow night."
Upon hearing this, Wen Jiayue's expression immediately became somewhat complicated.
All that effort was for nothing; Shen Fuhan ultimately succeeded.
But she was also happy to be able to sleep with her daughter in the future, and couldn't help but kiss Zhao Zhao's little face.
Zhao Zhao blinked her big, dark grape-like eyes, wrapped her little arms around her neck, and gave her a quick kiss.
Wen Jiayue exclaimed in surprise, "Zhaozhao is so well-behaved."
As if knowing her mother was praising her, Zhao Zhao kissed her even more enthusiastically, once on the left and once on the right.
Wen Jiayue's face was covered in her daughter's saliva, which made her feel helpless and amused.
After kissing for a while, Zhao Zhao stopped, tilted her head and stared at her, as if waiting for something.
Wen Jiayue didn't understand and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
She cried out "Ah ah" and patted her face with her little hands.
Wen Jiayue was both amused and exasperated; this child had already learned the art of reciprocity at such a young age.
She hugged her daughter tightly and gently kissed her little face.
Seemingly ticklish, Zhao Zhao giggled.
Shen Fuhan had just returned when he heard his daughter's laughter, so he quickened his pace.
Pushing open the door and entering the inner room, he saw the mother and daughter kissing each other on the cheek, their similar faces full of smiles.
Shen Fuhan slowly walked over.
Upon seeing him, Wen Jiayue's smile immediately faded, and she stood up while holding her daughter.
"The Marquis is back, let's go have a meal."
As if knowing her mother wasn't going to play with her anymore, Zhao Zhao let out a slightly dissatisfied "Ah!" and kicked her little legs back and forth.
Wen Jiayue had no choice but to kiss her again, and Zhao Zhao was finally satisfied, returning the kiss.
Shen Fuhan watched their actions and reached out his hand to Wen Jiayue.
"Let me hug you."
Upon hearing his voice, Zhao Zhao instinctively turned her head to look, and then stretched out her little hand.
After returning from Yuzhou, Shen Fuhan would make time to play with her every day, and Zhao Zhao finally remembered him again.
But when her daughter asked for a hug, Wen Jiayue felt a little jealous. The little ingrate still loves her father the most.
Shen Fuhan finally held Zhaozhao in his arms and gently kissed her cheek, just like Wen Jiayue had done.
Zhao Zhao looked at him with a blank expression, then looked at Wen Jiayue, her gaze shifting back and forth between their faces.
Seeing that her daughter didn't kiss him, Wen Jiayue's mood improved considerably.
Shen Fuhan frowned, gently rubbing his daughter's chubby face with his fingertips to make her focus on him.
Zhao Zhao looked at him with a puzzled expression, then reached out and patted his face, as if to say, "Is that so?"
Wen Jiayue chuckled and thought to herself, "Well done."
Shen Fuhan held his daughter's hand and sighed, "Let's go."
Upon entering the side hall and smelling the fragrance, Zhao Zhao became somewhat out of control, almost leaning out of the room.
After weaning, she has been eating soft, well-cooked food. Knowing that these dishes taste better, her mouth is practically watering.
In front of Shen Fuhan, Wen Jiayue deliberately fed her daughter two bites of fish meat that had been deboned.
His brows were furrowed, he held his breath, and his face showed unbearable tension.
Wen Jiayue didn't care whether he liked it or not. After feeding him, she asked with a smile, "Does Zhaozhao want to eat more?"
"Do not want to."
Wen Jiayue was stunned for a moment before realizing that Shen Fuhan was answering for her daughter.
She ignored him and started feeding Zhao Zhao again.
Shen Fuhan then fell silent, counting how many times she had fed him, waiting to get his money back that evening.
After feeding her three more times, Wen Jiayue put down her chopsticks and said, "Let the wet nurse feed her."
Shen Fuhan asked calmly, "Not going to feed him a few more times?"
"I'm a little hungry."
Wen Jiayue didn't want to play anymore. He could even tolerate the fishy smell for so long; it was no fun at all.
Shen Fuhan stopped trying to persuade her; five times was enough.
As the meal drew to a close, Wen Jiayue ate more and more slowly, lingering without getting up.
Knowing she was stalling, Shen Fuhan said nothing, only saying, "I'm going back to my room first."
Wen Jiayue nodded, praying in her heart that the Emperor would issue a summons, or that the Dali Temple had urgent business... hoping that tonight could be delayed.
After waiting for a long time, nothing happened.
Wen Jiayue got up and went back to her room looking listless.
Shen Fuhan had obviously finished washing up and was sitting on the bed reading a book.
When she came in, he gave her a cold glance before turning his gaze back to his book.
Wen Jiayue thought to herself, "He's always putting on an act."
After washing up, she lay down in bed with her back to Shen Fuhan.
Shen Fuhan put down the book and blew out the lamp.
As her vision darkened, Wen Jiayue felt a little nervous, as if she had returned to her wedding night.
Shen Fuhan moved closer to her and naturally felt her trembling slightly. He asked in a low voice, "Are you scared?"
Wen Jiayue asked casually, "If I say I'm afraid, are you going to stop doing anything?"
"Of course not," Shen Fuhan said in a low voice.
As if to prove this point, his cool fingertips lifted the ties of his inner garment.
Wen Jiayue's heart raced, and without thinking, she grabbed his hand.
Shen Fuhan paused, but did not insist, and gently kissed her cheek.
The image of the mother and daughter kissing each other instantly flashed into his mind, and he spoke softly.
"Why does Zhao Zhao only kiss you and not me? How does she manage that?"
When her daughter was mentioned, Wen Jiayue relaxed a little.
“Zhao Zhao clearly prefers me, so you should step aside.”
Shen Fuhan said in a deep voice, "You're right, Zhao Zhao does indeed like you more than she likes me."
Seeing that he also admitted this statement, Wen Jiayue immediately felt a sense of pride and satisfaction.
Zhao Zhao will definitely love her mother more in this lifetime.
Little did she know, he had already unfastened her inner garment and even her bodice.
Shen Fuhan pulled her closer and lowered his voice: "But now is not the time to discuss this."
Wen Jiayue was slightly taken aback, only then realizing that he had her tightly entwined in a possessive manner, making it impossible for her to move an inch.
"Don't get distracted," Shen Fuhan said, inhaling the fragrance of her hair. "There will be five times tonight. If you're not focused, we'll add one more time."