freenovelworld Chapter 144 Focus
Chapter 144 Focus
"I dreamt of changing Yao'er's surname."
Wen Jiayue waited quietly for him to continue, but unexpectedly he remained silent.
She asked hesitantly, "And then?"
“Then…” Shen Fuhan said deliberately, “I can’t remember.”
Wen Jiayue took a deep breath: "Then, Lord Marquis, please think it over carefully. I'm not in a hurry."
Shen Fuhan closed his eyes and said calmly, "Okay."
Wen Jiayue wanted to hit him, so she swung her fist from a distance to vent her anger.
Unexpectedly, Shen Fuhan suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"
Caught red-handed, Wen Jiayue pretended to be calm: "I'm tired of sitting, let me stretch my muscles."
Shen Fuhan suddenly moved closer to her and whispered, "If you want to stretch your muscles, there's an even better way."
"What should we do..."
Before she could finish speaking, Shen Fuhan kissed her lips.
Wen Jiayue frowned and struggled, which elicited a deep, warm laugh from him.
He pecked her lips and mumbled, "That's the way."
His voice was so loud that Wen Jiayue immediately looked in the direction of the coachman with concern.
Shen Fuhan covered her eyes with his hand.
He lowered his voice: "Concentrate."
With complete darkness in sight, other senses become exceptionally sharp.
Wen Jiayue could feel his breath on her face, gradually becoming more rapid from a gentle pace.
His lips were warm and soft, sometimes gently biting and sometimes sucking, leaving her powerless to resist.
Wen Jiayue dared not make a sound and could only pinch him with her hands.
Shen Fuhan grasped her hand and raised it high against the car wall, able to firmly control her with just one hand.
He always liked to do this, reminding Wen Jiayue of the wonderful nights they had spent together.
The carriage was silent, but the atmosphere was steadily heating up.
Wen Jiayue was momentarily confused and infatuated, but suddenly came to her senses when he kissed her neck.
She raised her leg to kick him, and Shen Fuhan paused for a moment before finally stepping back.
Wen Jiayue originally wanted to settle accounts with him, but when she met his aggressive gaze, her heart skipped a beat.
She had never seen him look like that before; it reminded her of a starving wolf, as if it could devour her at any moment.
Shen Fuhan calmed his breathing and said in a hoarse voice, "This is the first kiss you owe me. There's another one, we'll use it later."
Wen Jiayue dared not refute, slowly lowering her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Shen Fuhan wiped the water stains from her lips with his fingertips and continued, "I also dreamed that my fourth brother died."
Wen Jiayue suddenly raised her eyes.
“His memorial tablet is in the ancestral hall,” Shen Fuhan observed her discreetly. “I was just about to take a closer look when I woke up.”
Wen Jiayue tried her best to maintain a calm expression and asked, "Is that all?"
Shen Fuhan said firmly, "That's it."
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips slightly, not quite believing it.
Logically speaking, Shen Fuhan should have seen her and Zhaozhao's memorial tablets as well.
Unless, she and Zhaozhao are not in the ancestral hall.
When she first thought of this possibility, she found it absurd, but the more she thought about it, the more sense it made.
Wen Jiayue stopped thinking about these random things and asked, "Is Your Excellency sure?"
"Why are you questioning me?" Shen Fuhan asked calmly. "Did you have the same dream as me?"
Wen Jiayue shook her head: "I just find it a bit strange. I clearly dreamt about myself in the last dream, so why is it only Yao'er and Fourth Brother in this dream?"
“You were naturally in this dream too,” Shen Fuhan said without any guilt, “by my side.”
Wen Jiayue was taken aback by this answer.
Is he lying, or telling the truth?
Could this dream have no connection to my past life at all, and was just an ordinary dream?
But Shen Fuyou's death was the same as in his previous life.
The mix of reality and illusion left her momentarily confused.
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips, caught in a dilemma.
"You don't seem satisfied with this dream," Shen Fuhan asked. "What are you thinking about?"
Wen Jiayue forced a smile: "What's there to be satisfied or dissatisfied with? It's just a dream, isn't it?"
If she were to question it further, it would only make things worse; focusing too much on the dream would only expose the fact that she cares about it.
She paused for a moment and then explained, "I was just wondering, did the Marquis decide to change Yao'er's surname because of this dream?"
Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "This dream has reminded me that Yao'er's status in the Marquis's mansion is particularly awkward. Why not just change his surname, just like in the dream?"
She tentatively asked, "Then...about my fourth brother's passing?"
She seemed to have no idea that he cared about this matter, just like in her previous life.
Shen Fuhan said, "When I woke up from the dream that day, I went to Wuyou Courtyard and saw that he was still alive and well, so I put the dream out of my mind."
Wen Jiayue: "..."
He is truly a "good" older brother.
Shen Fuhan asked, "Now that you know the content of your dream, what are your thoughts?"
Wen Jiayue cautiously replied, "I don't have any particular feelings about it; it was just a dream."
"But for the sake of a dream, you came to Yuzhou with me without hesitation," Shen Fuhan asked, emphasizing each word. "What are you expecting me to dream about?"
Wen Jiayue bit her lip, unsure how to answer.
In my anxiety, a sudden inspiration struck.
“Actually, I didn’t come here for the dream; it was just a pretext,” Wen Jiayue said, lowering her eyes. “I don’t want to say the real reason, so please don’t ask, my lord.”
Shen Fuhan insisted on asking, "Speak."
Wen Jiayue glanced at him shyly and timidly, and murmured, "I just want to stay by the Marquis's side."
She was determined not to arouse his suspicion!
Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then said calmly, "I didn't realize."
"it is true!"
Wen Jiayue originally wanted to give two examples, but then realized that there seemed to be nothing to say, so she decided to retreat in order to advance.
"If you don't believe me, then don't believe me. I already guessed it."
Shen Fuhan, however, did not play by the rules and asked calmly, "How can you expect me to believe you?"
Wen Jiayue naturally couldn't produce any evidence, so she could only say, "I've already said it, believe me if you don't want to."
Shen Fuhan looked her over and said in a low voice, "I really want to believe it, but you even struggle when we kiss."
Wen Jiayue was well-prepared and handled the situation calmly.
"The coachman is just ahead, and I'm afraid of being recognized."
Shen Fuhan stared intently at her: "I'm talking about every single time."
She was only obedient when she was asleep, letting him do whatever he wanted.
Wen Jiayue avoided his gaze and said softly, "I already said I didn't want to have sex. I was afraid that if the Marquis got too excited... that's why..."
Shen Fuhan asked, "What if it's just a simple kiss? Would you still struggle?"
Wen Jiayue didn't know how to answer, afraid that if she said "no," he would make a fuss and kiss her even more recklessly in the future.
However, if she says "yes," then what she said above becomes completely unconvincing.
Faced with this dilemma, Shen Fuhan said, "If you kiss me first, I will believe you."