freenovelworld Chapter 106 Why Unwilling
Chapter 106 Why Unwilling
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A thick book fell to the ground, and no one paid any attention.
Wen Jiayue pushed him with all her might, but he didn't budge, and kept rubbing her lips against his.
“Shen… um…”
She only managed to utter one word before he swallowed up the rest.
After a long while, Shen Fuhan finally released her.
"Why are you hiding?" he said in a hoarse voice. "I know you've recovered and are ready to have sex."
Wen Jiayue's chest heaved heavily as she gasped, "I...I don't want to."
She was angry, but now she was even having difficulty breathing. She spoke those three words haltingly, without any of her usual force, and instead sounded like she was being coquettish.
Shen Fuhan lowered his eyes to stare at her slightly parted lips and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you want to?"
"I..." Wen Jiayue pursed her lips, somewhat hesitant.
She wanted to say that she never wanted to drink contraceptive soup again, but she couldn't.
She had been keeping this from him all along, and after all the hard work of keeping it a secret for so long, how could she possibly tell him out loud?
Drinking the contraceptive soup meant she didn't want to have his child or continue the Shen family line. She didn't dare to think about the consequences if he or the old lady found out.
Wen Jiayue hesitated for a moment, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
She whispered, "Ever since I gave birth to Zhaozhao, I...have not wanted to have sex."
Shen Fuhan stared intently at her and asked, "Why did you think about it last time?"
Wen Jiayue was taken aback, only then remembering that on the day of Lin Wanwan's wedding, she had gotten drunk and taken the initiative to sleep with him.
“I was drunk last time,” she argued. “I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
"Is that so?" Shen Fuhan curled his lips. "It seems you're more honest when you're drunk."
Wen Jiayue's eyes widened, and she immediately questioned, "What do you mean? Do you think I'm lying to you?"
Although she felt guilty, she thought she should look quite convincing on the surface.
Shen Fuhan stared at her for a moment, then finally straightened up and let her go.
He turned his back and said ambiguously, "Never mind."
Wen Jiayue didn't dare to talk about this with him anymore, and forced herself to remain calm as she said, "I'm going back now."
Being in the same room with him always felt dangerous.
Shen Fuhan asked, "Aren't you going to look at that painting anymore?"
Wen Jiayue paused for a moment: "Look."
She was inexplicably kissed by him for a long time, and almost forgot about the important matter.
Shen Fuhan walked forward and stopped at the bookshelf next to the desk.
Wen Jiayue was slightly surprised that he had placed this painting on a bookshelf where no one was allowed to touch it.
She stepped forward.
Shen Fuhan pulled out a long box, accidentally bumping into a booklet next to him. The booklet fell to the ground with a thud, and he turned to one of the pages.
Wen Jiayue subconsciously looked down and saw that it was clearly Shen Fuhan's handwriting.
She glimpsed that it read "August 24".
Before she could look at any more details, Shen Fuhan quickly picked up the booklet.
He looked at her with a complicated expression.
Wen Jiayue instantly felt as if a knife was hanging over her head. Could it be some secret?
She instinctively said, "I didn't see anything!"
Shen Fuhan scrutinized her, and indeed seemed to have missed the crucial point.
He didn't say a word and put the booklet back in its place.
Wen Jiayue breathed a sigh of relief. Everything should be alright now, right?
Shen Fuhan walked to the desk, opened the long box, and took out the painting.
Wen Jiayue deliberately stood on the side away from the bookshelf, afraid of accidentally touching something she shouldn't.
Shen Fuhan is always decisive and ruthless in his actions, making him seem like the type to kill to silence witnesses. Even if she were his wife, she might still die.
"Look," Shen Fuhan slowly unfurled the scroll.
Wen Jiayue had to turn to look at it from the side, thinking he would lean towards her, but to her surprise, he didn't move an inch and kept the painting facing himself.
Wen Jiayue was speechless. What kind of person was he?!
In order to get a better look, she had to move closer to him.
She was stunned after just one glance.
The painting does indeed depict her; it's about 80% accurate. She's resting with her eyes closed, and there's a smudge of ink at the corner of her mouth—clearly blood.
Osmanthus flowers were blooming all around her, and one even fell onto her hair.
Wen Jiayue examined it closely, feeling that it was a portrait of her after her death, but...
Her face was definitely not this beautiful back then.
Poison has invaded her body, and there is no cure. She must be emaciated and extremely haggard.
However, the painting depicts her in good health, making the bloodstain at the corner of her mouth seem particularly incongruous.
For as long as Wen Jiayue watched, Shen Fuhan watched as well.
He kissed all the lip rouge off her lips, leaving a few specks on her chin, making her look even more adorable.
He stared at her for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, then his gaze moved upward to her furrowed brows.
His brows furrowed as he rolled up the painting again.
Wen Jiayue snapped out of her daze: "I haven't finished reading yet!"
“I have other things to do,” Shen Fuhan said, putting the painting back into the long box. “You should go now.”
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips. Fine, anyway, she couldn't see the flowers no matter how much she looked at it. She had already memorized the painting.
She turned to leave, but Shen Fuhan pulled her back.
Wen Jiayue looked at him, puzzled. When she saw him raise his hand, about to strike her head, she instinctively flinched.
Shen Fuhan said in a low voice, "Your hair is messy."
Wen Jiayue barely managed to refrain from glaring at him. He was the culprit, so why was he pretending now?
It's just that it's really inconvenient to go out like this, otherwise it wouldn't be good if someone saw me.
She stopped moving and let him tidy her up.
She glanced up and saw him staring intently at her hair, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Suddenly, Wen Jiayue thought of what happened in the study again.
Afterwards, she cried for a long time out of shame, and he helped her tidy her clothes and hair in the same way, his actions and tone were incredibly gentle.
That time was truly unforgettable; two people who had etiquette and rules ingrained in their very bones did such a thing in the study.
What she repeatedly misses is the fleeting tenderness she saw in Shen Fuhan.
But his gentleness was an illusion; perhaps the moonlight was too pale, or perhaps the candlelight was too warm, always giving her the wrong impression.
Wen Jiayue lowered her eyes and asked, "Is it done?"
Shen Fuhan did not speak immediately, but straightened the slightly crooked white jade hairpin.
"All right."
"Then I'll be going now," Wen Jiayue said as she turned around.
"and many more."
She turned around hesitantly. Was there anything else?
Shen Fuhan picked up the book that had fallen to the side; it was the travelogue.
Wen Jiayue accepted it and said softly, "Thank you, Lord Marquis."
Shen Fuhan didn't say anything, watching her walk out the door, and then sat at his desk in silence for a long time.
He stared at the booklet for a while, then finally got up and took it out.
After thinking for a moment, he flipped to August 24th and read it carefully.
I am overjoyed that A-Yue gave birth to a daughter.
After A-Yue woke up, her words were somewhat strange.
Her grandmother and third sister bullied her? She never said that, but she would pay more attention in the future.
She also mentioned the eldest princess, but she had no connection with her.
This matter is pending investigation.
A-Yue gave her daughter the nickname Zhao Zhao.
Zhao means brightness.
Originally, I had thought of two nicknames, one of which was "Zhaozhao". I was just thinking about which one to use, so I didn't tell her.
When I suddenly heard her call out the name "Zhao Zhao," I was just as shocked as when I learned she was pregnant.
In that case, Mumu can use it again next time.
I admire and yearn for you, day and night.
Does this prove that we are on the same wavelength?