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Chapter 54 Forced Kiss

When Wen Jiayue came out of the washroom, Shen Fuhan just came in.

She ignored him and sat in front of the dressing table applying face cream, while Ruyi helped her comb her hair.

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything. He sat on the couch, flipped through a book for a while, and then went into the washroom.

The sound of the door closing came, and Ruyi breathed a long sigh of relief.

Wen Jiayue asked, amused, "What's wrong with you?"

"You and the Marquis are not speaking, and I feel quite frightened. I almost forgot to breathe."

Wen Jiayue said softly, "You'll get used to it."

She couldn't get into Shen Fuhan's heart; everything she did was in vain, so why make things difficult for herself?

Ruyi asked in bewilderment, "Madam, you seem to have spoken less in front of the Marquis."

"I've always been a man of few words; this is just me returning to my true nature."

Ruyi stammered, "But this servant still thinks Madam was better before, lively and spirited, with a smile in her eyes and brows, but now..."

Wen Jiayue asked, "What's wrong now?"

Ruyi hesitated to speak, and quickly shook her head: "This servant will not say anything more."

Wen Jiayue chuckled and said, "I won't hit you or scold you, why are you so scared? Don't worry, just tell me."

After a moment of hesitation, Ruyi mustered the courage to speak: "Right now... it's like a stagnant pool, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple."

Wen Jiayue stared blankly at herself in the bronze mirror, remaining silent for a long time.

Ruyi immediately knelt down: "This servant misspoke."

"Why are you kneeling?" Wen Jiayue helped her up herself. "If you continue to distance yourself from me, I will really get angry."

Ruyi stammered, "But the way Madam looked just now..."

"I'm thinking about what you said."

Wen Jiayue patted the dust off her knees and spoke softly.

“I know I’ve changed, but after experiencing so much, I really can’t be as carefree as I used to be.”

Once the seeds of hatred are sown, they will sprout and grow.

Although she no longer deliberately thinks about her past life, she never dares to forget it in her heart.

She was bedridden with illness; Zhao Zhao died tragically; Wen Ruohuan was a person whose face was known but whose heart was unknown; Li Zhilan had a heart of stone; and Shen Fuhan was cold and ruthless.

She never forgot it, constantly reminding herself, so naturally she couldn't laugh anymore.

Ruyi asked, bewildered, "What is it?"

Wen Jiayue sighed, "You'll find out eventually."

She didn't say anything more, forcing a smile, "You should go back and rest. You don't need to serve me here."

The inner room quieted down, and Wen Jiayue sat on the bed looking at the account books.

Not long after, Shen Fuhan came out.

Wen Jiayue didn't even glance at him, her expression indifferent as she said, "My lord, please sleep in the study tonight."

He walked over, his long shadow enveloping her, as if embracing her, or perhaps exerting an invisible pressure.

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and said, "I was unhappy when you took the liberty of sleeping with me yesterday."

Shen Fuhan frowned: "I already said, it was you who took the initiative."

"Where's the evidence?"

Shen Fuhan pinched the bridge of his nose: "Without evidence, this was a consensual transaction, so how can we collect evidence?"

Wen Jiayue disliked hearing him say the phrase "mutual consent," as if they were in love.

She said coldly, "Since there's no evidence, how can I believe you?"

Shen Fuhan was silent for a moment, then suddenly strode towards her, pinched her chin, and kissed her.

The refreshing scent after rinsing your mouth is intoxicating, carrying a faint fragrance of ink and paper, yet it transforms into an aphrodisiac, intoxicating the heart.

The softest part of Shen Fuhan's body is probably his lips.

His thin lips were cold, and he was indeed cold, but when you kissed him, there was a warm, burning passion.

A kiss with a touch of aggression is always irresistible.

Wen Jiayue was so engrossed in the moment that she suddenly snapped out of it as she reached out to hug him.

She pushed him away forcefully.

Shen Fuhan wrapped his arms around her and breathed heavily against her neck.

The warm air made me feel slightly itchy.

Wen Jiayue struggled uncomfortably, but she couldn't break free from his hold and could only turn around in vain.

"Let me go!"

"Stop moving around," Shen Fuhan said in a deep voice. "I'll talk to you properly."

Wen Jiayue was filled with shame and indignation. Was this the attitude of trying to talk things out properly?

He kissed her out of the blue and then pulled her into his arms. What was he trying to do?

She struggled even more violently, and Shen Fuhan's arms tightened around her little by little.

Realizing it was pointless, Wen Jiayue finally quieted down and said angrily, "Speak!"

Shen Fuhan stared at the flush on her face, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

He looked away and said calmly, "When we got back to the manor yesterday, you kept talking about the night of our wedding, mentioning the nuptial wine, and you said you were very nervous..."

Wen Jiayue interrupted him: "You don't mean to start from the beginning, do you?"

Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "If you remember, you can prove my innocence."

He continued, "You said that when you helped me change, your hands were trembling a little, and it was the first time you touched a man's chest and felt his heartbeat..."

Fragmented memories flashed through her mind, and Wen Jiayue said in shame and indignation, "Stop talking!"

Shen Fuhan stared at her and asked, "You remember now?"

Wen Jiayue avoided answering: "Just consider it as me taking the initiative, okay? Let me go!"

"Just take it as...?" Shen Fuhan slightly curled his lips. "Since you're so unwilling, it seems I'll have to keep talking."

He held her wrist with one hand and used the other to cover her mouth.

"You said I was your husband, not only tall and handsome, but also noble and extraordinary, so you weren't so afraid..."

He stopped abruptly before he could utter the word "了".

There was a warm, damp sensation in my palm, like a feather sliding across my skin, subtle yet ticklish, making my heart tingle.

Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, Wen Jiayue broke free from his restraints and removed the hand that was covering her face.

She said sullenly, "I remember now, it was me who took the initiative, stop talking!"

She had no idea that she would be so bold as to do such a thing while drunk.

If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have drunk a drop of alcohol!

Shen Fuhan slowly lowered his hands, clenched them into fists, and put them behind his back.

He said calmly, "It's good that you remember."

After saying that, he took a quilt from the trunk and put it on the bed, as if he wouldn't give up until he slept there.

Wen Jiayue turned away in frustration, trying to avoid seeing or hearing it.

Anyway, the canopy bed was spacious, and she wasn't sharing a blanket with it, so she just pretended they weren't sleeping together.

There was a rustling sound behind me for a while, then the inner room fell silent and pitch black.

Shen Fuhan said, "I have already spoken with my grandmother and told her to let you rest for another two months. We can discuss the matter of paying respects to her morning and evening after the New Year."

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips. Sure enough, her eldest grandson's words carried more weight.

She appreciated his kindness, but couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart, so she stiffly thanked him, saying, "Thank you for your consideration, Your Excellency."

Shen Fuhan didn't speak again, quietly waiting for her breathing to become even and gentle.

He used the same trick again, holding her in his arms before closing his eyes and falling peacefully asleep.