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Chapter 440 The Old Madam Leaves the Capital (2)

The old lady was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

"W-what did you say?"

“A few months ago, I sent someone back to my hometown of Hezhou, and the renovations are now complete,” Shen Fuhan said earnestly. “Grandmother is getting old, and it’s time for her to return to her hometown to retire.”

The old lady was so angry she almost fainted: "You actually want to send me back to Hezhou for that woman, Wen? What kind of bewitching potion has she given you!"

“Grandmother, you are overthinking it. It was I who insisted on sending you back, and A-Yue tried to stop me several times,” Shen Fuhan lied without changing his expression. “But today, no one can persuade me. Grandmother, please set off tomorrow.”

After saying that, he immediately ordered the guards to send the old lady back, so that he wouldn't have to see her anymore.

Wen Jiayue hesitated before asking, "What if Grandmother has a relapse?"

“So what if she gets sick?” Shen Fuhan said dismissively. “Grandmother’s health has always been poor. If she really passes away, it will save us the trouble of making a trip to Hezhou.”

Wen Jiayue stared at him in shock, but didn't ask anything more.

This was the result she wanted, so she stopped pretending to persuade him and silently lowered her head to eat.

Even after returning to her room to wash up, no bad news came from Ninghui Hall.

Wen Jiayue stopped paying attention and sat down at the dressing table to apply perfume, handing the jewelry box to Shen Fuhan.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, realizing he had almost forgotten about this.

This was sent by him before he left Beijing; it was a New Year's gift he intended to give to A-Yue.

But the New Year has passed, and her birthday is coming soon. In just five days, he has no time to prepare.

After a moment's thought, Shen Fuhan took it and asked, "Has it been opened?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head: "This is your stuff, how can I touch it?"

“It’s a New Year’s gift for you,” Shen Fuhan explained, “but your birthday is also approaching, so I…”

Wen Jiayue interrupted him: "But didn't my husband give me a New Year's gift?"

Shen Fuhan was slightly taken aback: "When?"

Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "Saving me from dire straits, isn't that enough? So this gift is a birthday present. I'll take a look at it in a few days."

She understood, of course, that Shen Fuhan was exhausted during this period and had no time to prepare two gifts.

She didn't mind; for her, the best New Year's gift was for the whole family to be together.

Shen Fuhan hugged her tightly: "Thank you, Yue."

"I should be thanking you. You've prepared for so long in advance. My husband is so thoughtful."

Shen Fuhan felt a little uncomfortable upon hearing this. He had copied the hairpins from his dream, which was clearly a lazy act.

He put the jewelry box away, and the two prepared to rest.

Wen Jiayue closed her eyes and chatted with him casually. Gradually, a hand appeared on her waist.

She grasped his wrist and said helplessly, "Husband, haven't you been very busy these past two days? Get some sleep."

"I can't sleep," Shen Fuhan said, kissing her lips. "A-Yue, help me fall asleep."

Without giving her a chance to refute, Shen Fuhan began his conquest.

Wen Jiayue was no match for him; any further resistance was futile and only excited him more.

They made noise until midnight before finally falling asleep.

When she woke up the next day, Shen Fuhan was gone.

Wen Jiayue was about to take another nap when she suddenly remembered that the old lady was going back to her hometown today.

I don't know if this will work out or not, but no matter what, I'm definitely going to stay.

Just as she finished washing and dressing, a guard invited her to Ninghui Hall, saying, "The Marquis has already sent someone to invite Third Miss and her husband."

Wen Jiayue nodded; it seemed the matter was pretty much confirmed.

No sooner had they arrived at Ninghui Hall than Shen Fuyou arrived.

He didn't linger in Jinzhou for long and returned to Beijing yesterday afternoon, just in time to catch the festivities today.

"Sister-in-law, where is my eldest brother?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head; she didn't know where he was either.

The two exchanged a glance; without Shen Fuhan present, neither dared to go inside.

Shen Fuyou peeked around and saw that the courtyard was already piled with many things, which looked like they had been packed up overnight. They were neatly arranged and ready to be put into the carriage at any time.

He chuckled and said, "It seems that my elder brother is determined to send Grandma back to her hometown. That's great, that's great."

Because of Lin Wanwan, he no longer felt any affection for his grandmother and wished she would leave as soon as possible.

Now that Xie Yan is born, he prays every day, otherwise his grandmother will definitely find fault with Xie Yan's background.

If they were to uncover that she had been his mistress, there would be no possibility of them getting married.

Good thing he's gone; now he can get married smoothly.

The two waited for Shen Fuhan outside, but to their surprise, he came out of the house a moment later.

"What are you standing there for? Come in."

"Big brother, you should have said you were here sooner," Shen Fuyou said with a "tsk," "Coming, coming!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a voice came from behind him, "Wait."

Shen Funian ran over, panting, and said, "I'm here."

Xiao Suye said helplessly, "We're here, we're here. No need to run anymore. I don't know what you're in such a hurry for."

"Of course I'm eager for Grandma to go back to her hometown!" Shen Funian wiped her sweat. "I can't miss this excitement."

The group walked into the main hall together.

The old lady sat in the main seat with a stern face, her neck stiff, and said, "I won't leave! If you try to drive this old woman away like this, you'll be condemned by the whole world!"

“Grandmother, we clearly want you to enjoy your old age,” Shen Fuhan explained. “You are sick every day in the Marquis’s mansion, and I am worried about you. Perhaps after we return to Hezhou, your health will improve.”

The old lady said angrily, "That's not what you said last night!"

Shen Funian smiled and said, "Alright, Grandmother, forget about last night and tonight. Everything is packed. Please get in the carriage. We will all miss you."

"Dream on!" the old lady spat. "I'll invite all the clan elders over here so they can see your true colors!"

Shen Fuhan didn't want to waste any more words and looked at Granny Zhao.

He gave her two choices: die, or drug the old lady. It shouldn't be difficult to choose.

With trembling hands, Granny Zhao handed over a cup of tea: "Madam, please have some tea to soothe your throat."

The old lady snorted coldly and took a sip of tea.

She was about to continue speaking when suddenly her eyes rolled back and she fell straight backward.

Shen Fuhan stepped forward and helped him up in time.

He instructed, "Get Grandmother into the carriage."

Before long, several carriages, escorted by more than thirty guards, slowly drove away.

Shen Funian stretched and said contentedly, "The good days have finally arrived!"