sjar Chapter 110: If I can't eat it, fine, but can't I even look at it twice?
Chapter 110: If I can't eat it, fine, but can't I even look at it twice?
Ever since returning to the Marquis's mansion with her son, Shen Funian has been thinking that it would be better if Yao'er had the surname Shen.
She just didn't dare to say it.
She was a girl who eloped without a second thought, but after being cruelly abandoned, she finally came to her senses and slunk back home.
At the time, her grandmother stopped her from entering the house, insisting that she give Yao'er away before allowing him to come in. It was her eldest brother who made the decision, allowing her to return to the mansion with Yao'er.
As for changing her surname, she only dared to think about it in her heart and never said it out loud.
But she knew that as long as she spoke up, her older brother would help her.
He had already helped her so much, and she didn't want to bother him anymore because of Yao'er's matter.
She thought that this was how her life would be, with Yao'er living in the Marquis's mansion with a different surname, and being tied to that damned bastard scholar for the rest of her life.
Unexpectedly, things took an unexpected turn, and the older brother actually brought up the matter of changing his surname!
Although it came with the condition that she had to call him "sister-in-law," she hesitated for only a moment before looking at Wen Jiayue.
She called out loudly, "Sister-in-law!"
The shout was exceptionally loud, startling Wen Jiayue.
Shen Fuhan nodded in satisfaction: "Call me that from now on."
He paused for a moment, then added, "It was your sister-in-law who suggested changing the surname."
Wen Jiayue looked at him in surprise. Why was he taking credit for her?
Upon hearing this, Shen Funian's slight reluctance vanished instantly, and she looked at Wen Jiayue with tears in her eyes, deeply moved.
“Sister-in-law, I was disrespectful to you before,” Shen Funian sniffed, “Can you forgive me, sister-in-law?”
Wen Jiayue had never seen Shen Funian like this in both her lives. She blinked gently and nodded slowly.
She originally wanted to be friends with Shen Funian, but due to unforeseen circumstances, the two gradually drifted apart.
Shen Funian never harmed her; she was just sharp-tongued but kind-hearted. She might even have helped her before she died, and she remembered it all.
Shen Funian wanted to say something more, but Shen Fuhan spoke first: "In that case, I will go to Ninghui Hall tomorrow night after I return to the manor. We'll head back now."
"You're leaving already?" Shen Funian was slightly taken aback. "Brother and sister-in-law, please stay for dinner!"
She saw them off from Chang Le Courtyard and watched them disappear into the night.
Shen Funian turned back and looked at her son with tenderness.
Wang Chengyao had never seen his tigress mother show such a gentle expression before, and he immediately sensed something was wrong, so he stood up in fright.
"Mom, I've been very good lately..."
“I know, our Yao’er is the best,” Shen Funian patted his head, “You must take good care of your uncle and aunt in the future.”
Wang Chengyao thought for a moment and asked, "Can we only show filial piety to my aunt?"
He was genuinely afraid of his uncle.
Upon hearing this, Shen Funian slapped him on the head: "You little brat, you've actually learned to bargain!"
"Ouch! Mother, stop hitting me! I'll take care of you, I'll take care of everything!"
Wen Jiayue happened to be standing by the wall of Chang Le Courtyard when she heard the wailing and howling coming from inside. She couldn't help but chuckle.
Shen Fuhan asked, "What are you laughing at?"
“Sister Xiao San is probably not cut out to be a loving mother,” Wen Jiayue said. “The Marquis is well-read and should pay more attention to Yao’er so that he can focus on his studies.”
Shen Fuhan then recalled the time in his dream when Wang Chengyao became a military general.
He nodded and said, "It's time to let him study."
As long as it doesn't match anything in my dream, that's fine.
However, this matter is not urgent. The most important thing now is to change my grandmother's attitude and get her to agree to change her surname.
If his grandmother could grant his wish in his dream, then he could do it too.
After thinking for a moment, he realized that his grandmother didn't seem to appear in his dream, and as for the memorial tablet... he hadn't had a chance to look at it yet.
Thinking of the memorial tablet, his expression darkened, and he looked at Wen Jiayue.
The memorial tablet of Wen Jiayue, though he only saw it for a moment, has already been deeply imprinted in his mind.
She was unaware of his change and was still carefully making plans for Wang Chengyao.
"Third Sister's methods are too simplistic and crude. It would be best if you taught him, otherwise he would definitely become a spoiled brat."
Wang Chengyao had this potential in his past life. Although he seems much more obedient in this life, with Shen Funian's teaching, he might turn out the same way again.
Shen Fuhan asked, "You trust me that much?"
Wen Jiayue thought for a moment before nodding: "I think she should be a little better than Third Sister."
He doesn't need to say a word or hit anyone; a single glance is enough to make someone behave.
Shen Fuhan said earnestly, "Since you trust me, I will do it."
Seeing that he looked too serious, Wen Jiayue quickly said, "There's no need to go overboard. Just let things take their natural course."
Shen Fuhan retorted, "We can't just let things take their course."
Wen Jiayue frowned and said, "Too much rigidity will break it, and it will make Yao'er rebel."
Shen Fuhan pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "That makes sense."
What do you mean by "it makes sense"? It makes perfect sense.
Wen Jiayue didn't want to talk to him anymore and quickened her pace to walk back.
Shen Fuhan followed behind her, watching her slender back, but did not go forward.
Instead, Wen Jiayue felt uncomfortable all over, as she always felt his gaze was on her.
She turned around and met the gaze of Shen Fuhan, who remained composed.
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
Just when everyone thought he would deny it, Shen Fuhan said frankly, "If I can't eat it, fine, but can't I even look at it?"
Wen Jiayue's face instantly turned burning hot, and she looked around furtively.
Fortunately, it was late and there was no one around.
She breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Shen Fuhan glanced at her and asked again, "Which sentence is nonsense?"
After a long pause, Wen Jiayue finally managed to utter, "You're not allowed to say that in public!"
She suspected that Shen Fuhan had become ill from holding it in, that he could actually say such things. Was this still the Shen Fuhan she knew who was self-disciplined and respectful in public?
Wen Jiayue's mind was in turmoil, and she didn't dare to look at him again before hurrying back to her bedroom.
After a moment, Shen Fuhan returned unhurriedly and asked, "Are you hungry?"
After reheating the food, the two sat down to eat again.
Wen Jiayue didn't say a word. After eating her fill, she went back to wash up.
She felt a little nervous; Shen Fuhan's words just now made her feel that she might not be able to escape tonight.
She took a deep breath. If all else failed, she would find a maid who wanted to become a concubine to take her place.
Sitting in front of the dressing table, she caught a glimpse of Shen Fuhan heading towards the bathroom.
After waiting for a while, he still didn't come out, much later than usual.
Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and stood up to find a maid when Shen Fuhan came out.
His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst, but he walked straight toward the couch.
Seeing that she was still standing there, Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Jiayue quickly shook her head and crawled into her quilt.
Shen Fuhan glanced at her, then lay down on the couch and closed his eyes.
Will I have that dream again tonight?