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Chapter 117 Stealing Her Breath

There was a moment of silence in the room.

No one expected that Shen Fuhan would take the initiative to speak.

Wen Jiayue was the most surprised. She thought he would be indifferent and aloof again, but she didn't expect him to speak up for her.

Moreover, Shen Fuhan knew perfectly well that her hand was not injured, yet he still helped her lie.

Now that he had helped her, she could continue making things up without any restraint.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue gently rolled up her sleeves, revealing the plaster on her wrist.

“Grandmother, my wrist has been hurting for the past few days. Today it hurt so badly that I asked Dr. Qian to come and treat me.”

The old lady glanced at it, and it was indeed true.

But the matter of paying respects to the elders morning and evening had been delayed for so long that the old lady had long since lost patience.

She frowned and said, "The morning and evening greetings are just a rule. So what if my wrist is injured? It won't hinder anything."

Wen Jiayue said apologetically, "But I'm worried that I won't serve you well and will upset Grandmother."

Before the old lady could say anything more, Shen Fuhan said, "I've already said, this matter will be put on hold for now."

"How long will it take to recover?" the old lady asked impatiently. "When will your hand be better?"

Wen Jiayue didn't know how long to delay. If it took too long, she would eventually be exposed. If it took too short, what would be the point?

“A full recovery will take three months,” Shen Fuhan said calmly. “We’ll talk about this later.”

"Three months?" The old lady's tone instantly rose. "It only takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, how come a wrist injury takes three months?"

Shen Fuhan said coldly, "That's what Elder Qian said. If you don't believe me, Grandmother, you can ask him."

Seeing his firm attitude and his support for Wen Jiayue, the old lady had no choice but to shut her mouth in embarrassment.

Let's postpone it, it's only three months!

As soon as the time came, she immediately summoned Wen Jiayue to establish the rules!

After a silent dinner, the group bowed and left Ninghui Hall together.

Shen Funian asked with concern, "Are you really injured?"

Wen Jiayue didn't hide anything from her and explained, "It's just that my wrist hurts a little, so I put on some ointment, and I didn't expect it to come in handy."

Without this, she really wouldn't know how to refuse.

“My older brother came in handy today too,” Shen Funian whispered. “I thought he wouldn’t help you.”

Wen Jiayue then looked at Shen Fuhan, who was standing to the side waiting for her.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture upright, his profile blending into the darkness, his expression unfathomable.

“He must have taken the wrong medicine,” Wen Jiayue said, pursing her lips. “But I should thank him.”

“If you want to thank my older brother, then have another one,” Shen Fu said. “Zhao Zhao is almost five months pregnant, and your body should be fully recovered by now.”

Wen Jiayue glanced at Shen Fuhan in a panic, and only when she saw that he seemed not to have heard her did she feel relieved.

"Keep your voice down," she whispered, "You'd better not get involved in this kind of thing."

"Fine, fine, I won't say," Shen Funian pouted, "but what exactly are you thinking?"

“You should go back now,” Wen Jiayue avoided answering. “Why are you talking about this in public? I’m leaving now.”

"Then I'll come to see you tomorrow, but you have to let me know."

Wen Jiayue responded and was finally able to escape.

Hearing footsteps, Shen Fuhan looked at her and said calmly, "Let's go."

Wen Jiayue nodded, then asked hesitantly, "Did you hear me talking to Third Sister just now?"

"heard it."

She froze instantly.

Shen Fuhan asked calmly, "I heard you say you wanted to thank me. How do you plan to do so?"

So that's what it meant. Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Lord Marquis."

Shen Fuhan asked, "That's it?"

Wen Jiayue retorted, "Otherwise what?"

Could it be that she really is going to have a child for him, just like Shen Funian said? She would rather serve the old lady.

Shen Fuhan remained silent.

Wen Jiayue thought the matter was over and returned to her bedroom. Just as she was about to wash up, Shen Fuhan suddenly closed the door and pinned her against it.

His kisses swept over her relentlessly, stealing her breath and leaving her nowhere to escape.

Wen Jiayue was forced to wrap her arms around his waist, unable to even push him away.

She had no choice but to switch from pushing to pinching, and Shen Fuhan, caught off guard, let out a muffled groan.

His panting was right next to her ear, his rapid breaths brushing against her hair and reddening her face.

Wen Jiayue felt half of her face instantly become burning hot, and fearing he would notice, she quietly turned away.

Shen Fuhan caught up with him again, kissing him from his earlobe to the corner of his mouth, the flames spreading all the way, burning brighter and brighter.

“That’s what you call gratitude,” Shen Fuhan gently bit her lip. “Thank me like this next time.”

His coldness seemed to be completely burned away by the warmth, and his tone at this moment even sounded somewhat gentle and playful.

Wen Jiayue was a little confused for a moment.

Seeing that she was still in a daze, Shen Fuhan's eyes darkened, and he was about to kiss her again when some noises came from the inner room.

Wen Jiayue snapped out of her daze and pushed him away.

Shen Fuhan's expression instantly turned cold, and he said in a chilling voice, "Come out."

Wen Jiayue was taken aback. Was there someone else in the room?

Before long, Hui'er walked out of the inner room hesitantly.

"This servant is wiping the vase. I didn't know the Marquis and Madam had returned. I beg the Marquis and Madam to grant me this favor!"

Shen Fuhan asked in a cold voice, "Who allowed you to come in?"

Hui'er's legs went weak and she immediately knelt down.

She clutched her handkerchief tightly, her voice trembling as she explained, "My duty is to wipe the bedroom utensils. I saw the vase was dirty, so I... so I came in to wipe it..."

Shen Fuhan didn't listen any further and said directly, "Ten strokes of the cane."

Wen Jiayue stared at him in surprise. Maybe it really was just a misunderstanding. Why did he hit her like that?

But she didn't speak immediately; Shen Fuhan must have his reasons for doing so.

After Hui'er was dragged out, she asked, "Does the Marquis not believe this is a misunderstanding?"

Shen Fuhan snorted: "Using your own handkerchiefs to wipe the utensils? A hundred wouldn't be enough. It's obviously a ridiculous excuse. You think you've come up with something in a hurry?"

Wen Jiayue stammered, "Your Excellency has discerning eyes."

She thought he hit someone because he was annoyed that his kiss was interrupted.

Shen Fuhan gazed at her delicate lips and asked softly, "Now that the person in the way is gone, can we continue kissing?"

Wen Jiayue glared at him: "Dream on!"

She hadn't even settled the score with him for the stolen kiss, and he was already pushing his luck!