sjar Chapter 451 She was reborn
Chapter 451 She was reborn
Wen Jiayue didn't know how to answer.
She hadn't decided yet, but she knew that the scales in her heart were gradually tipping towards Shen Fuhan.
It shouldn't be a problem to tell him, right?
Wen Jiayue tentatively asked, "No matter what I say, can you accept it?"
Shen Fuhan said solemnly, "That's natural."
Wen Jiayue then asked, "No matter how shocking or unconventional?"
Seeing that she was still asking for confirmation and clearly didn't trust him enough, Shen Fuhan simply gave up asking.
He said in a low voice, "Ah Yue, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't. I won't force you."
Since this matter is causing her distress, he would rather not inquire further.
He didn't necessarily want to get to the bottom of things; knowing her feelings was enough.
Wen Jiayue had already made her decision. She mustered her courage and whispered, "I've been reborn."
The soft voice entered Shen Fuhan's eardrums, but he thought he was hallucinating.
He was startled and instinctively asked, "What did you say?"
After saying those words, Wen Jiayue became calm.
She repeated, "I was reborn."
She paused, then explained in more detail.
"The cause of death is indeed the same as what you said in your dream. There was no cure and no way to save him. Zhaozhao is dead, and so is Fourth Brother."
Shen Fuhan gripped her hand tightly, his voice trembling: "What's the reason?"
"My fourth brother should have died at the border when you were promoted to Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review. But because Grandmother forced him to marry Lin Wanwan, he refused to listen and went to the border to fight. A few months later, his mutilated body was brought back."
Shen Fuhan recalled the scene when Wen Jiayue pressed him about his fourth brother, it turned out to be to save his fourth brother.
He ridiculously thought at the time that she had fallen in love with someone else and had developed feelings for his fourth brother.
It turns out that she was reborn at that time, and before that was when she gave birth to Zhaozhao. Her changes also began from that day.
His breathing became labored as he asked, "What about you and Zhaozhao...?"
Wen Jiayue didn't answer, but said, "You just said you would have dreams in January, April, August, and November. Have you had any dreams this month?"
Shen Fuhan shook his head. He had been too busy lately and hadn't had time to enter a dream yet.
Wen Jiayue simply said, "Then let's talk about it after you've had your dream tonight."
Perhaps his dream will tell him the truth; if not, then she will tell him.
Shen Fuhan paused: "Tonight?"
“Yes,” Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, seeing his reluctant expression, “Is it not possible tonight?”
Shen Fuhan said, "Today is your birthday, I want to be with you."
As he got closer to the truth, he stopped being in a hurry. Tonight, he only had one thing to do: to celebrate Wen Jiayue's birthday properly.
Moreover, his thoughts were somewhat chaotic at the moment; he was only outwardly calm, as he had not yet recovered from the shock of her rebirth.
In his eyes, the word "rebirth" was always superstitious and a fabrication by people who fantasize about defying fate; in the end, it was just a pipe dream.
But when Wen Jiayue said she had been reborn, he believed her without any reason.
Thinking about it carefully, she had indeed changed a lot over the past year, but it was all subtle and gradual. It wasn't until he realized it that he could see that she was completely different from when they first got married.
Back then, she was gentle and kind, her heart and eyes were only for him; now, she has become more resilient, and her gaze is no longer solely on him.
She loved Zhaozhao more than he did, and also made several close friends with her.
Wen Jiayue said with a hint of helplessness, "At a time like this, you're still worrying about this."
Shen Fuhan snapped out of his reverie and said, "Your birthday is just as important. I don't want you to be sleepless with loneliness."
Wen Jiayue asked with some confusion, "Why can't you sleep alone?"
Shen Fuhan explained, "I only dream when I'm sleeping."
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and said, "I think it's because you don't want to sleep alone."
“Well, I don’t want to,” Shen Fuhan said frankly, “so let’s talk about it tomorrow.”
Once he has sorted out his thoughts and made sufficient preparations, it will be more appropriate for him to enter the dream.
"Let's go eat first," Shen Fuhan said, taking her hand. "You must be hungry after a busy afternoon."
Wen Jiayue obediently followed him to the side hall.
The wet nurse brought Zhao Zhao over and was about to place her in the special chair prepared for her when Shen Fuhan reached out and said, "I'll hold her."
He dismissed the servants, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "How old were you and Zhaozhao when you passed away?"
Wen Jiayue swallowed the food in her mouth and said, "On Zhaozhao's third birthday."
When Shen Fuhan asked the question, he thought he was prepared, but he was still shocked by her words.
There is still a year and a half until her third birthday.
Wen Jiayue was only twenty years old at that time.
The early death and premature demise mentioned in his dream came earlier than he had imagined.
Wen Jiayue served him some food: "Let's eat first. If you have any questions, you can ask them after you've eaten."
Zhao Zhao also spoke up in dissatisfaction: "Father, eat."
She had been held by her father the whole time, so she assumed that her father would feed her tonight, and she waited obediently for a while.
She was surprised to find that her father was only talking to her mother and didn't give her anything to eat; she was already starving!
Shen Fuhan quickly served his daughter a bowl of porridge and fed her himself.
Zhao Zhao was finally satisfied. After taking a few sips, her big eyes swept around the round table, and her little hand pointed to the braised lion's head meatballs.
Shen Fuhan naturally complied and placed one on her plate.
Zhao Zhao held the lion's head in her hand, licking and biting it from time to time, until her hands and mouth were covered in soup.
Before I knew it, I had gotten his clothes dirty too.
Shen Fuhan frowned, then suddenly remembered that Zhaozhao had died at the age of three in her previous life. Without saying anything, he silently helped her clean up.
She's a child, and his own daughter at that; whatever she does is normal.
Seeing that her father wasn't angry, Zhao Zhao took advantage of the situation and gave him a sweet kiss.
Now Shen Fuhan's face was also covered in sticky soup.
Shen Fuhan didn't say anything. After wiping her hands and face clean, he simply wiped his own face.
Seeing his reaction, Wen Jiayue frowned and said, "This will spoil Zhaozhao."
"It's okay if she's spoiled. I just want Zhaozhao to be happy. As long as she grows up safely, that's all that matters."
Wen Jiayue: "..."
Shen Fuhan had always doted on Zhaozhao, and now that he knew Zhaozhao had died at the age of three, he was even more shocked.
She was a little worried. If she continued to indulge him like this, wouldn't Zhao Zhao become a notorious playboy in Chang'an?
Seemingly aware that it didn't matter what she did, Zhao Zhao became even bolder, raising her arm and slapping the half-eaten lion's head onto Shen Fuhan's head.
Wen Jiayue asked, "Can we do something about this now?"
Shen Fuhan remained good-natured: "It's nothing, my hair is just dirty."
Wen Jiayue glared at him: "Aren't you going to do anything about it?!"
Shen Fuhan coughed lightly, placed Zhaozhao in her chair, and said, "Mother is angry, you have to eat by yourself."
Zhao Zhao pouted angrily; she hadn't had enough fun yet!