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Chapter 475 Shen Fuhan is Reborn (4)

After the exhilaration, Wen Jiayue suddenly realized a problem.

She hesitated before speaking, "Husband, may I ask you something?"

Shen Fuhan sighed inwardly, why is he still so cautious?

However, habits formed over many years cannot be changed so easily; take it slowly.

He replied, "Go ahead and ask, I will answer to the best of my knowledge."

Wen Jiayue said softly, "My husband used to say we'd have sex once every three days, but now it's been three days in a row..."

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, and her face began to flush.

Aside from discussing this matter with him during the first few days of their marriage, when they changed it to once every three days, she hadn't mentioned it again since.

Four years into their marriage, the topic came up again, and she still felt at a loss.

Shen Fuhan didn't answer, but asked instead, "Don't you like it?"

"I……"

Wen Jiayue opened her mouth, unsure whether to say she liked it or not.

She didn't know how to answer, and stammered, "Husband, I'm going to sleep now."

"I'm just teasing you," Shen Fuhan hugged her. "I just want to have a second child with you as soon as possible. Are you willing?"

Wen Jiayue opened her eyes wide in surprise; so that's what he was thinking.

She immediately replied, "Of course I'd like to, but..."

She touched her belly, her expression somewhat somber.

Since giving birth to Zhaozhao, her belly has not shown any signs of pregnancy.

“This is not your fault, it’s my fault,” Shen Fuhan explained. “I was indulging in marital pleasures, so I’ve been drinking contraceptive soup. I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you would overthink it. A-Yue, do you blame me?”

Upon hearing this explanation, Wen Jiayue pursed her lips.

It turned out that it wasn't that she couldn't conceive, but that her husband had been drinking contraceptive soup.

She wanted to say she didn't blame him, but she felt awkward and could only whisper, "I do blame you a little."

“You can blame me even more,” Shen Fuhan sighed. “I’m always stubborn and self-willed. Under the guise of doing what’s best for you, I never explain things to you and always make you overthink.”

He looked at her and said earnestly, "A-Yue, I will change from now on."

Wen Jiayue's nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

She murmured, "My husband..."

He choked up and couldn't say anything else.

During this time, she felt like she was living in a dream, always feeling that Shen Fuhan would one day turn back into the indifferent person he used to be.

Only now does she feel a sense of peace and relief, as if the dust has settled.

Shen Fuhan gently kissed away her tears.

Wen Jiayue tilted her head back, boldly pursuing his lips, and awkwardly kissed him.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then rolled over and pinned her down.

In the warm embrace of the hibiscus-scented tent, we journeyed together to Wushan.

Two months later, Wen Jiayue became pregnant.

Shen Funian and Wang Chengyao awkwardly came to offer their congratulations: "I wish you a healthy baby boy to carry on the Shen family line."

Wen Jiayue ignored her and had her maid see the guest out.

With Shen Fuhan as her backer, she would not allow Shen Funian to act recklessly here.

"I'm here to congratulate you!" Shen Funian glared at her. "How can you be so ungrateful?"

Wen Jiayue said slowly, "I get angry just seeing you and your son. When I get angry, the big fat boy in my belly might fly away."

She was a little nervous when she said that.

But then she thought about it again. Shen Fuhan said that she could do whatever she wanted, and she wasn't afraid.

Hearing this, Shen Funian also got angry.

"Why are you so angry? Why should Yao'er be involved in our feud? What did he do to you?"

Wen Jiayue raised her voice: "He bullied Zhaozhao!"

"What?" Shen Funian looked at her son in astonishment. "When did you bully Zhaozhao?"

Wen Jiayue snorted coldly: "Stop pretending!"

Shen Funian stared intently at Wang Chengyao, her face tense, and said, "Speak!"

Wang Chengyao looked at his mother fearfully, backing away as he spoke, "It's my great-grandmother. My great-grandmother said that if I pat my sister, she'll give me a big chicken leg to eat..."

Shen Funian immediately became furious: "What? It's actually true?!"

She slapped Wang Chengyao across the face: "How have I taught you? You actually hit someone over a chicken leg!"

Wang Chengyao explained while crying, "It wasn't just one chicken leg; my grandmother gave me many."

Shen Funian sneered: "How many is 'many'?"

"I...I can't remember..."

"Then I'll keep hitting you until you remember it clearly!"

Shen Funian swung his arm in a wide arc, opening the fan to the left and right.

Wen Jiayue originally wanted to stay out of it, since he had bullied Zhaozhao for so long, he deserved it.

But seeing how badly Shen Funian was beating him, with blood trickling from Wang Chengyao's mouth and him nearly fainting, she quickly pleaded, "Stop hitting him!"

Shen Funian ignored him and continued to beat her son.

"You little bastard! You're just like your father, two-faced and hypocritical. I shouldn't have given birth to you!"

Seeing that Wang Chengyao was on the verge of death, Wen Jiayue quickly had two maids pull her away.

"Stop hitting!" Wen Jiayue said sternly, "You'll kill someone if you keep doing this!"

"He deserves to be beaten to death!" Shen Fu said angrily. "How could I have given birth to such a son!"

Seeing that she had gradually calmed down, Wen Jiayue decided not to interfere anymore and had the servants carry Wang Chengyao back to Chang Le Courtyard.

The following day, Shen Funian came to apologize.

"I'm so sorry, it's my fault for not raising my son well..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Fuhan, who happened to be on leave, interrupted her and asked in a calm voice, "Who are you apologizing to?"

Shen Funian pursed her lips, not wanting to speak.

“If calling me ‘elder sister-in-law’ is so difficult,” Shen Fuhan said coldly, “you should go back to the old house like your grandmother.”

Shen Funian stared at him in astonishment: "Big brother, but I..."

"I don't have much patience, I'll only count to three, three, two..."

Just as she was about to utter the word "one," Shen Funian gritted her teeth and said, "Sister-in-law! I was wrong!"

Shen Fuhan looked at Wen Jiayue.

Wen Jiayue remained unmoved and said indifferently, "I come from a humble family and am younger than you. I am not worthy of being called 'sister-in-law' at all. You are really too kind to me."

Shen Funian looked to her older brother for help.

“Looking at me won’t help you, I can’t help you,” Shen Fuhan helped Wen Jiayue back to her room, “It’s time for your afternoon rest.”

As the door closed, Shen Funian's voice echoed from the courtyard.

"Sister-in-law, I'll come see you again tomorrow!"

Wen Jiayue asked unhappily, "Why doesn't my husband just send them back to the old house?"

Shen Fuhan didn't know how to tell her that Shen Funian actually liked her.

He had no choice but to say, "How about I let my third sister get married? That way she won't be hanging around you so often."

Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "Whom are you going to marry?"

“The physician of the Imperial Physician Su Ye,” Shen Fuhan paused, “is also Xiao Suye, the youngest son of General Xiao.”

Wen Jiayue said indifferently, "It's fine as long as my husband makes the decision."

She would never forgive Shen Funian and Wang Chengyao.