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Chapter 123 is aggressive

Sunlight streamed obliquely through the window, falling on the bedside and shifting inch by inch.

Wen Jiayue was already frozen in place.

Whether her rejection was genuine or not, she herself knew perfectly well.

“I don’t think it’s necessary,” Wen Jiayue said, trying to remain calm. “I’m afraid that if I push you too far, I might slap you again, and then you’ll be embarrassed to face anyone.”

She thought Shen Fuhan would back down, but to her surprise, he said, "I'm not afraid."

Wen Jiayue: "..."

She frowned and asked, "Is something like this really that important?"

She regretted asking the question as soon as she asked it. It was indeed not important to her, but what man wouldn't be interested in it?

Even Shen Fuhan, who seems extremely cold, is not as calm and composed as he appears.

Fortunately, before Shen Fuhan could answer, there was a knock on the door.

Hui'er called out, "My lord, my lady, it's time to set off."

Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief, responded, and quickly got off the bed.

They finally had a fifteen-minute break, but Shen Fuhan ruined it all.

As she sat in the carriage, she was a little worried that he would continue talking, but thankfully he didn't say anything.

The two continued playing chess.

Shen Fuhan was a highly skilled chess player; apart from the game of Go she lost to her that morning, she had never lost again.

Wen Jiayue's initial enthusiasm turned into disinterest, and she even yawned several times.

She usually takes a nap, at least half an hour, but today she not only got up early, but also didn't get a nap at noon, and was feeling drowsy.

She rested her chin on one hand and gripped a chess piece in the other, forcing herself to make two moves before slowly closing her heavy eyelids.

Before she could fall uncontrollably, Shen Fuhan reached out and caught her face.

He sat down next to her and let her rest her head on his lap.

This position was a bit tiring, so Shen Fuhan estimated the length of the carriage and carried her to the soft cushion.

He took out the book and began reading intently.

Wen Jiayue opened her eyes to the rumble of the carriage, not knowing how long she had slept.

The first thing she saw was Shen Fuhan's hand with its distinct knuckles, hovering above her head, occasionally brushing against her cheek as the carriage swayed.

Wen Jiayue frowned and removed his hand.

Shen Fuhan was engrossed in reading when he saw that she had woken up, so he put the book aside.

"Finally woke up?"

He looked down at her, and Wen Jiayue realized that she was resting her head on his lap, so she quickly sat up.

"How long have I slept?"

"An hour."

This has been going on for far too long. Wen Jiayue belatedly realized that she felt dizzy and nauseous.

She lifted the curtain, wanting to feel the breeze, but Shen Fuhan closed it again.

“I’ll get sick.”

Her face was flushed as she slept; if she were exposed to the wind, she would catch a cold.

Wen Jiayue frowned and said, "But I'm feeling a little unwell."

Shen Fuhan poured her a cup of tea.

Wen Jiayue hesitated and shook her head; she didn't want to stop halfway and relieve herself in the wild.

Shen Fuhan said, "Only half a cup."

Wen Jiayue firmly refused, not daring to drink a single drop.

Taking advantage of Shen Fuhan's momentary lapse in attention, she lifted the curtain again.

Shen Fuhan paused, put down the teacup, and did not stop her.

Wen Jiayue enjoyed the breeze and the scenery. Not far away was a village where many farmers were busy working in the fields.

Above the soil, a misty green hue rises, and looking at the poop makes one feel good.

After enjoying the breeze for a while, Wen Jiayue felt much more comfortable and drew the curtains.

Shen Fuhan asked, "Is it done?"

Wen Jiayue nodded, and then he wrapped his arms around her waist, and in the next instant, she sat on Shen Fuhan's lap.

Before she could even gasp, Shen Fuhan covered her mouth.

He whispered in her ear.

"I told you, if you don't behave, I'll kiss you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he captured her lips in his mouth.

Wen Jiayue's eyes widened. The driver was right in front of her, separated only by a curtain. What was he doing?

She tried to push him away, but Shen Fuhan easily grabbed her hands with just one hand and twisted them behind her back.

Wen Jiayue twisted and struggled, and Shen Fuhan's breathing immediately became heavy.

He bit her lip and said in a hoarse voice, "If you want to try it in the carriage, I don't mind."

Wen Jiayue immediately froze, clearly noticing the change beneath him.

She said in a trembling voice, "Then don't kiss me..."

Before I could even say "I," he kissed me again.

The aggressive kiss gave Wen Jiayue no chance to catch her breath.

She couldn't move at all; her lips and tongue were sealed shut, forcing her to endure and be given whatever she wanted.

Wen Jiayue was on edge, acting as if she were a puppet, afraid that the driver would discover what was happening inside the carriage.

Seeing that she remained unmoved and even continued to resist, Shen Fuhan took a deep breath and finally let her go.

Wen Jiayue quickly moved away from him and sat in the diagonal seat furthest away from him.

Shen Fuhan quietly watched her movements as she tried to avoid him, then lifted the curtain and looked out the window.

No one said another word until night fell and the carriage stopped at the post station once again.

Shen Fuhan got off the carriage before her.

Wen Jiayue straightened her wrinkled clothes, put on the veil, and when she climbed out of the carriage, Shen Fuhan was standing to the side waiting for her.

She pursed her lips, didn't place her hand on it, lifted the hem of her skirt, stepped onto the horse stool, and got off the carriage alone.

Ruyi, who was standing nearby, quickly came forward and whispered, "Madam, let me help you."

Shen Fuhan withdrew his hand, his gaze fixed intently on her figure as she walked towards the post station.

This inn didn't look much better; the furnishings inside were simple, but the dinner was quite good.

Shen Fuhan didn't eat with her; she didn't know where he went.

Ruyi asked, "Madam, should we wait for the Marquis?"

"No need, he's probably busy with something."

Because Hui'er was present, Ruyi didn't say anything more and stood aside.

After dinner, Wen Jiayue took a walk in the post station.

After walking for a while, Hui'er couldn't help but say, "Madam, I'm a little tired. May I rest for a while?"

Wen Jiayue knew what she was planning, as she had been looking around suspiciously during the meal.

"Go ahead," Wen Jiayue said lazily, "I don't need you to serve me tonight."

Hui'er ran off happily.

Ruyi pouted: "Sister Hui'er, aren't you afraid of getting another beating?"

Wen Jiayue asked, "Does she know where the Marquis went?"

"There is an official staying at the post station. The Marquis must have been invited there."

Men drink alcohol with their meals, and naturally, they drink until they're completely drunk.

Wen Jiayue immediately forgot about her walk and said with pursed lips, "Go and find out if it's true. If the Marquis is there, try not to let him drink."

At noon, Shen Fuhan was still saying that they would try it again that night, but she dared not try it when he was drunk.

When one is sober, there may be room for negotiation, but if one is drunk, the consequences are unimaginable.