The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 261 - 258: Able to Grant You Children
Yu Tingwan’s gaze returned from the selection of the child.
Clearly, this was more exciting.
The stall owner: ???
Could he tolerate this?
He didn’t care about his stall anymore, rolled up his sleeves, ready to deal with the Daoist.
But he only took one step.
The Daoist flipped the divination coin: "Your kinship is shallow, and you were not raised by your biological parents."
The stall owner stopped in his tracks.
Daoist: "There is a calamity in your fate, at the age of thirty-two."
Daoist: "How old are you now?"
The stall owner’s voice was trembling.
"Thir... Thirty-four."
"That was two years ago, you were on the brink of life and death."
Daoist unhurriedly: "You were lucky to survive, but someone close to you died."
The stall owner’s legs went weak at this moment.
He was adopted by his uncle.
He used to do manual labor by the mines to the west of Ze County, not far from Wuyang City.
Mining was dangerous, and people often were buried inside.
The miner who was talking to him just a short time ago disappeared in the blink of an eye. He was so scared, he didn’t work there anymore.
Later, he started a small business selling food.
It’s said... it’s said that there was another incident over there recently.
Not just one or two were buried, the medical clinic in Ze County couldn’t handle it, and the mines have been closed off ever since, not allowing anyone in.
But...
Despair flashed in the stall owner’s eyes.
He believed the Daoist now, yet he was afraid to believe him.
"Really?"
The stall owner walked over, face serious.
"That child... that child isn’t mine, then whose is it?"
"You just happened to get a few things right by coincidence!"
"My wife and I have always been in love, married for years without any quarrels, five years after marriage she still bore no children, although anxious for an heir, I never spoke a harsh word."
"In the sixth year, she finally got pregnant, and I cherished it in my hands!"
"I have no grudges with you, how can you make things up..."
Before he could finish.
The Daoist interrupted.
"Five years, don’t you get it?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
The stall owner: "What?"
Yu Tingwan’s eyelids twitched.
Just as expected.
"You can’t father children."
Daoist: "I didn’t want to hurt you."
"Why insist on me spelling it out?"
Daoist: "Well, you had it coming."
The stall owner: ...
He felt struck by a lightning bolt on a clear day.
Stepping forward quickly, the anger in his eyes couldn’t be diminished.
"Want to know who the lover is?"
Just eight simple words, the stall owner’s raised hand stopped mid-air.
He couldn’t accept it, but...
But... back then, every time his wife went to see the doctor, the doctor said her body was fine.
He had heard people mention that having children isn’t always the woman’s issue, so he kept it from his wife. Indeed, the doctor said he couldn’t have children easily.
But he was a man who needed to save face!
A man unable to father children is disgraceful.
He’s the head of the household, out there working hard to earn money, unable to bear the gossip! His wife doesn’t need to show her face outside, being scolded by his aunt or accused as a barren hen by others didn’t matter.
Privately treating her well was a kind of compensation.
The stall owner, after much hesitation, kept it a secret, becoming a righteous and dutiful man in everyone’s eyes.
Luckily, in the sixth year, his wife had a child.
He wept tears of joy, thinking he was finally favored by fortune!
But what the Daoist said struck him like a severe blow, as if mocking how laughable he had been all these years.
He stumbled weakly, struggling to squeeze out a sentence: "Who?"
Daoist: "Fortune-telling and divination cost two liang."
The stall owner gritted his teeth and paid.
"Who is that person!"
Upon receiving the money, the Daoist’s face lit up with a smile.
"What you gave covers what I said before."
"As for what you want to know, that’s another price."
Yu Tingwan: ...
The stall owner didn’t have enough money.
The neighboring meat pancake stall down the street was close, he planned to borrow some.
The stall owner’s eyes were bloodshot.
"Wait, I’ll go get more."
"If you can’t say anything or lie to me, I will drag you to the Government Office!"
The Daoist, however, thought he wouldn’t come back.
A walk in the wind would clear his head.
How could a man who values face make a scene? Announce to everyone he’s not a real man.
By pretending not to know, he could still have a son for free, one bearing his surname.
The Daoist shook his head, not seeing the marriage split in the stall owner’s future.
Watching the man stagger away, Yu Tingwan was filled with admiration and started to believe this Daoist had some skill.
The girl couldn’t help but inquire.
"That woman with the bloody disaster earlier, who was she?"
The Daoist extended his hand.
It was a gesture asking for money.
Yu Tingwan: ...
Forget it, I don’t want to know.
At that moment, Wei Zhao threw out two liang.
Yu Tingwan: ?
You’re generous!
Forget it.
It was... generous for her.
The Daoist: "Earlier, I met her husband."
"That person’s fate is dark, eyes murky, brows squinting, greedy by nature. A broken bridge of the nose with a bad mole, facial features prone to gambling. A darkened forehead leads to constant gambling losses."
"In considerable debt."
Yu Tingwan understood.
Debt collectors from the gambling house pressing for payment; if not paid, violence would ensue.
The Government Office wouldn’t intervene.
After all, when borrowing, agreements were written in black and white, unable to repay results in life compensation."
Daoist: "In fact, a few days later he would have been beaten to a pulp. She happened to return when those people came to collect, which brought it forward."
Understood, this could have been avoided today.
The wife was indeed implicated, the Daoist intended to help.
However, it’s hard to advise a destined ghost.
Moreover, the wife was aggressive towards him.
Three liang is a lot, but not no more than half a life.
He’s not a monk bound by compassion.
The Daoist felt no guilt, contentedly accepting the money. Previously offering the couple a free fortune reading wasn’t just talk, thus he had Wei Zhao and Yu Tingwan write down their birth details.
At that moment, the Zhu Family compiled the birth details of children intending to serve as a boy attendant, having them reviewed by a high monk from the Goddess Temple, selecting those compatible with Mr. Zhu.
There were fifteen in total.
Old Master Zhu stood up.
He personally chose based on his intuition.
First picking one that seemed spirited.
After hesitating a moment, he chose a sickly child being held by his mother.
The woman cried tears of joy.
"Thank you, Old Master Zhu!"
"You are a great benefactor, a savior to us."
"This child is gravely ill, the in-laws see him as a financial burden, wanting to discard him in the mountains. But he’s my child, carried for nine months, nursed sip by sip, he’s my heart and soul!"
"My husband, seeing my resolve, divorced me. My sister-in-law called me foolish, wouldn’t accept me back. I truly have no recourse."
"If my child doesn’t recover, I resign to it. But if he does, he will bow to you in gratitude, praying daily for your son’s prosperity!"
Old Master Zhu quickly stepped forward: "Stand up, stand up, kneeling like this isn’t necessary. I too pity the child."
Thus, earning himself another wave of esteem.
Yu Tingwan didn’t pay attention to that side, promptly scribbling away, finishing faster than Wei Zhao.
The Daoist took a glance at it.
Raising a brow.
Counting with his fingers.
Upon receiving Wei Zhao’s birth details, he sat up straighter.
Then he placed Yu Tingwan’s paper on the bottom.
Yu Tingwan: ...
Why?
Is her fate dangerous?
Is Wei Zhao’s handwriting so impressive it got preferential treatment?
Perhaps Yu Tingwan’s eyes showed too much longing, the Daoist couldn’t ignore it.
The Daoist glanced at Yu Tingwan, then at the casual Wei Zhao beside him.
Understood?
"No need to worry, Miss."
"The stall owner is unwell."
"But your man is different."
He very sincerely said: "He can give you children."
