flstandardbreds Chapter 105 He leaned in and kissed me.
Chapter 105 He leaned in and kissed me.
After their meal, the two walked together toward the study.
Wen Jiayue felt inexplicably nervous. She was about to glimpse a corner of her past life, and she wondered what awaited her.
Perhaps there's nothing there, or perhaps it will give her some clues.
She looked at Shen Fuhan, who was walking beside her.
His prominent brow bone made his eyes appear even deeper, his pupils as black as lacquer, and his straight nose gave him a handsome appearance, yet he was an extremely cold person.
Why would someone with such a cold personality, someone who cares so little about her, dream about a past life connected to her?
"looking at what?"
Shen Fuhan cast a detached glance at him.
Wen Jiayue hurriedly looked away: "Look at the moon."
Shen Fuhan's gaze followed hers and fell on the bright moon in the sky.
Seeing that he didn't ask any further questions, Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Fuhan suddenly asked, "Is your given name derived from your birth month, or is there some other reason?"
Wen Jiayue was momentarily stunned, not quite understanding why he had suddenly become interested in her name.
She thought for a moment, shook her head, and said honestly, "I don't know."
The name Jia Yue was given to her by her birth mother, but she never met her birth mother, and her father never told her the origin of the name.
She naturally didn't know why her name was Jia Yue.
Perhaps it's because January is also known as the Auspicious Month, or perhaps there's a deeper meaning behind it.
But her birth mother had passed away, and she had no way of knowing.
Shen Fuhan then asked, "Who gave you that name?"
“My mother,” she paused, then added, “my birth mother.”
Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "I guessed so."
Wen Jiayue asked curiously, "Why?"
Shen Fuhan opened his mouth but didn't say anything. After a moment, he said tactfully, "Your father couldn't think of such a name."
Wen Jiayue: "..."
She was speechless for a moment, but did not refute it, because it was the truth.
Her father was really incompetent, weak-willed, and his official position was obtained through donation; he had no real talent or learning whatsoever.
However, he was lucky. The person he casually saved more than ten years ago turned out to be the previous Marquis of Jing'an, and from then on, he climbed onto a powerful tree.
Unfortunately, for her daughter, it was the beginning of a disaster.
Wen Jiayue didn't think about it any further and asked, "Why does Your Excellency ask this?"
"Just a moment of curiosity."
Wen Jiayue secretly pursed her lips. It was truly an "honor" that Lord Shen, who had such a strong sense of national responsibility, could still be somewhat curious about her.
They soon arrived at the study.
If I remember correctly, this is Wen Jiayue's fourth time here across both lifetimes, and she is not familiar with the place.
She looked around and saw nothing but books, densely packed on the bookshelves.
Turning around, she saw Shen Fuhan sitting at his desk. She paused, then asked, "Where's the painting?"
Shen Fuhan said, "I have something to take care of. Please sit down for a while."
He glanced at the inkstone and asked, "Could you grind the ink for me?"
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and did not respond for a moment.
Suddenly, she remembered the same conversation that took place the second time she came to the study in her previous life.
It seemed to be the third year of their marriage. That day, she came to deliver food, and he asked her to help grind ink.
By then, she had already fallen deeply in love with him, and she was naturally happy to be able to help him.
She then diligently began grinding the ink.
Whether it was because he disliked her grinding the ink or for some other reason, he stopped writing and instead held her hand, grinding the ink with her.
Hands pressed together, breaths mingling, growing ever closer...
That was the only time they indulged themselves in the study. Shen Fuhan, who was always self-disciplined and respectful of propriety, failed to restrain himself, leaving her unable to resist.
From then on, she never dared to personally deliver anything to the study; she always sent servants instead.
Memories flooded her mind, and Wen Jiayue, fearing she would repeat the same mistake, instinctively refused.
"Let's forget it. Aren't you afraid I'll see some secrets? I'll have Sibo..."
“You won’t tell anyone,” Shen Fuhan interrupted her.
Wen Jiayue quickly found another good excuse: "But my hand is injured."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, revealing a conspicuous white gauze bandage.
Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then called Si Bai to grind the ink.
Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief.
After sitting for a while, she got a little bored and asked, "Can I look around?"
Shen Fuhan hummed in agreement: "Except for here."
He pointed to the bookshelf closest to him.
Wen Jiayue glanced at it and then looked away. It must all be confidential information from the court; she wouldn't look at it.
However… she secretly glanced at it, wondering if there was anything about Li Zhilan among them?
Her mind wavered slightly, but she quickly suppressed it.
To even have such a thought is like asking if one's life is too short.
She gave a regretful glance, walked a little further away, and soon found a travelogue that interested her.
She was somewhat surprised that Shen Fuhan would read such trivial books.
Wen Jiayue looked at the desk, where Shen Fuhan was still writing furiously, so she took out the travelogue.
The slight sound made Shen Fuhan stop writing and look up at her.
The candlelight on the desk was exceptionally bright and warm, softening the coldness in his eyes.
"What book are you reading?"
His tone was still so stiff and cold, which brought Wen Jiayue back to her senses instantly.
No matter how gentle it may appear on the surface, it is still the same deadpan expression.
The reason she loved him so much in her past life was because she gave herself a false impression, making him appear as a gentle and affectionate figure in her heart.
But he won't change; he'll always be cold and indifferent.
The person she liked was only the Shen Fuhan she had imagined.
Or rather, she preferred a husband who was gentle and affectionate.
"A travelogue," Wen Jiayue waved the book in her hand, "Can I read it?"
Shen Fuhan nodded slightly, then lowered his gaze.
Wen Jiayue ignored him and sat down to flip through a book.
She was captivated after reading just one page. The author's writing was witty and humorous, and he spoke eloquently about the local customs and landscapes, effortlessly recounting various related myths and legends.
Wen Jiayue was so engrossed in reading that she unknowingly read seven or eight pages.
When Shen Fuhan stopped writing, she saw that Shen Fuhan was still engrossed in the book and could not extricate herself from it.
He walked over slowly, and Wen Jiayue didn't notice him, continuing to watch intently.
Shen Fuhan frowned and asked, "So beautiful?"
He suddenly spoke and appeared in front of her, startling Wen Jiayue.
She patted her chest and complained, "Why didn't you say anything when you were done?"
"You're looking too closely," Shen Fuhan leaned down, "Is it really that good-looking?"
The faint scent of ink lingered around them, and Wen Jiayue awkwardly moved away before handing him the book.
"If Your Excellency wishes to see it, then take it and see it."
Shen Fuhan didn't take it: "I've already seen it, you can keep it."
Wen Jiayue's eyes lit up: "Can I take it with me?"
He nodded slightly.
Her clear almond-shaped eyes instantly sparkled with brilliance, and a joyful smile curved her lips.
Shen Fuhan's eyes darkened, and his large hand couldn't help but stroke her cheek.
Wen Jiayue sensed something was wrong and instinctively tried to get up, but he didn't give her a chance to escape and leaned in to kiss her.