flstandardbreds Chapter 348 I Can't Bear It Anymore
Chapter 348 I Can't Bear It Anymore
"you……"
Wen Jiayue was so shocked that she couldn't speak. What did she mean by liking him a little more?
"What about me?" Shen Fuhan placed her hand on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Dongdong——dongdong——
Intense and chaotic, as fast as if you'd just run ten kilometers.
Shen Fuhan asked, "Do you know why this heart is beating so fast?"
His gaze was burning hot as he stared intently at her, and Wen Jiayue felt as if he were burning a hole through her.
She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
A guess vaguely surfaced in her mind, but she felt it was too absurd and dared not be sure.
Shen Fuhan has been acting so strangely lately, could it be because... he likes her?
In her past life, she tried for four years but couldn't make him fall in love with her. Now that she doesn't love him anymore, he's chasing after her instead?
How absurd.
But he didn't say anything yet. Was it all based on her conjecture?
Worried that she was still deluding herself, Wen Jiayue said, "I don't know."
Shen Fuhan looked at her, wanting to express his feelings for her; he no longer wanted to hold back.
But at the same time, he was also backing down.
He had too many things on his mind, each and every one of them was trying to silence him and restore his rationality.
Everything was still unsettled. He hadn't yet brought down the eldest princess, nor had he drunk the bone-corroding poison. He didn't know if he would survive.
If she lives, will there be any aftereffects? If she dies by accident... he can't hold her back.
Shen Fuhan set a deadline for himself in his mind—two months.
If he did not leave Beijing for a long time, he would find a reason to leave Beijing on his own initiative.
In short, if everything goes well before the new year arrives, he will tell her his hidden feelings on New Year's Day.
Thinking of this, Shen Fuhan put her hand down and said in a low voice, "It's nothing."
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips; she knew she was overthinking it.
Fortunately, she didn't ask directly, otherwise she would have been the one embarrassed.
The rustling sound of drying hair filled the air. Wen Jiayue leaned on his shoulder, looked out the window, and saw the swirling snowflakes.
The fine snow fell silently, and before anyone knew it, the ground was covered with a thin layer of white.
Wen Jiayue exclaimed excitedly, "It's snowing!"
Shen Fuhan glanced at her and then looked away, speeding up the process of drying her hair.
You need to dry your hair as soon as possible, otherwise you'll catch a cold.
Seeing that he ignored her, Wen Jiayue bit her lip and remained silent.
The atmosphere just now was somewhat ambiguous, but he broke it just like that, turning his back on me in the blink of an eye. It was really embarrassing.
Wen Jiayue naturally wouldn't make a fool of herself. She stared out the window for a while and then began to doze off.
Gradually, she shifted to a more comfortable position, resting her cheek on Shen Fuhan's shoulder, her long breaths caressing his neck.
Shen Fuhan lowered his head and kissed her face before continuing to dry his hair.
After her hair was completely dry, Shen Fuhan carried her back to the bed.
After washing up and confirming that Wen Jiayue was sleeping soundly, he took out the perfume he had taken from Shen Fuyou.
After a moment of contemplation, he unscrewed the cap, brought it close to his nose, and indeed there was no fragrance.
He imitated how Wen Jiayue usually applied perfume, scooping up a dollop with his fingertip and applying it to his face, massaging it in circles.
It seemed like he had used too much, and he rubbed it for quite a while before the cream completely disappeared from his face.
However, using more won't hurt; it might even be more effective.
Shen Fuhan looked at the bronze mirror, and whether it was just his imagination or not, he felt that his face did look much younger.
He put the perfume away with satisfaction.
The next morning, after washing up, Shen Fuhan used the same trick again, applying perfume before approaching the bed and leaning down to kiss Wen Jiayue.
Wen Jiayue was woken up by him and opened her eyes groggily.
"You forgot to kiss me last night, you have to make up for it today," Shen Fuhan asked. "Now, or tonight?"
Wen Jiayue mumbled, "I want to go back to sleep tonight..."
Knowing she would say that, Shen Fuhan chuckled softly, rubbed her face, and strode out of the bedroom.
Although the snow was light last night, it fell all night long, and the cold wind raged outside, covering the world in silver.
Si Bai was waiting nearby. When he saw him, Shen Fuhan instructed, "Have Ling He come to see me."
Before he even left the mansion, Ling He appeared before him.
"What are your orders, Lord Marquis?"
"Take a few men and continue investigating that person's whereabouts," Shen Fuhan said in a low voice. "If you find any clues, be sure to lure them out. I need to leave the capital for a while."
Ling He was stunned for a moment before realizing who the Marquis was referring to.
These past few times, the Marquis left the capital to help the Emperor find this person's whereabouts. Unfortunately, the person was elusive; whenever a clue was found, he would vanish without a trace when the Emperor went to investigate again.
Ling He didn't know who this person was, but he knew that as long as he wasn't eliminated, he would remain a major threat to the emperor.
He clasped his hands in acceptance of the order, gathered ten elite soldiers, instructed them to depart in a quarter of an hour, and then hurriedly left.
The guards exchanged glances and winked, saying, "Guard Ling is definitely going to say goodbye to his sister-in-law."
"We've benefited from your kindness, sister-in-law. Before, we were lucky if we had even a quarter of an hour to pack our bags."
"Let's go, let's hurry up. Those of you with wives, go find them. Those of you without wives, pack your things."
Ling He ignored the guards' teasing and hurried home.
He walked to the bedroom, pushed open the door, and tiptoed.
On the rather simple bed, the sleeping woman seemed to glow, as flawless as a piece of jade.
The only drawback is the red marks of varying depths on my wrists.
Ling He grasped her wrist, completely covering the red mark, and gently stroked it.
He thought he hadn't used much force, but Lin Qianqian still woke up.
She asked, bewildered, "Husband, why haven't you left yet?"
Ling He explained, "I have to go on a mission, I don't know when I'll be back, you..."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian sat up, and Ling He's gaze involuntarily shifted downwards. He then suddenly snapped back to reality and wrapped her in the blanket.
"It's alright, I'm not cold," Lin Qianqian smiled gently. "I'll go help my husband pack his things."
Ling He pressed her down onto the bed without saying a word.
"I can do it myself, you can continue sleeping."
Lin Qianqian watched him bustling around, and soon he had everything ready.
"Then I'm leaving," Ling He thought for a moment, feeling that he should say one more thing, and after pondering for a while, he finally remembered, "Take care of yourself."
Lin Qianqian nodded with a smile and waved to him.
"My husband, I also have something to say to you."
Ling He stepped forward, puzzled. Lin Qianqian asked him to come closer, then leaned in and kissed him.
"My dear husband, please take care of yourself. If you have time, please remember to write and let me know you are well."
Ling He stared blankly at her, a ridiculous idea popping into his mind.
If he tells the Marquis that he doesn't want to go anymore, will the Marquis agree?