The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 332 - 329: There Are Benefits Like This?

The next day.

The weather was clear.

Yu Tingwan sat in front of the dressing table, biting a snack, and looked at the hair Wei Zhao had styled for her in the copper mirror.

Unlike the loose styles of the past, his craftsmanship nowadays wasn’t lacking. Whether it was from secretly practicing on his own, or because he’s just naturally skillful, the hair he styled was vibrant yet gentle.

Early in the morning, the crow was squawking everywhere, initially making one feel nostalgic, but after a while, it became annoying. And it even spouted some expletives that no one knew from where it learned. Its beak was tied with a rope as punishment for reflection.

This day, Yu Tingwan did not go out.

Inside the room, the crisp sound of an abacus could be heard from time to time.

Before Wei Zhao left, there was a Paw-Paw sound.

When Wei Zhao returned from running errands outside, there was a Paw-Paw sound.

While Wei Zhao handled official business, there was a Paw-Paw sound.

When Wei Zhao was preparing for his lunch break, she was still Paw-Paw.

Wei Zhao’s eyelid twitched, he couldn’t bear it anymore, and he stepped forward to hold her soft, white hand that was pushing the abacus.

"You shouldn’t be too eager for instant results in your work; don’t tire yourself out. Even if you don’t finish in seven days, it’s no big deal."

"Even though the Crown Prince has just passed, and it’s not as lively outside as before, you can still go out and take a walk. Why rush things?"

Yu Tingwan looked up, sincerely.

"Since my mother-in-law entrusted me with managing household affairs, I’ll reciprocate her feelings. Not speaking of the nobility, even in ordinary families, how many new daughters-in-law have the authority to manage the household with money in hand? They usually have to wait for the elders to pass before having the right to be in charge. If I don’t take it seriously, wouldn’t I be letting her down?"

Moreover, she really didn’t feel it was arduous.

She didn’t have to work from dawn till dusk, nor wear shabby clothes that couldn’t keep out the cold and run up mountains. She never had trouble sleeping at night for fear of freezing.

She was just lazy.

Wei Zhao was silent for a moment, then settled her into a chair, her back against the backrest.

"Feet flat, body relaxed, focus your attention, and show me once."

This is...

Yu Tingwan pressed the left hand on the edge to stabilize the abacus, her right hand started to move it.

After a while, she asked, "How is it?"

She was already quite familiar with the positioning and order of the abacus beads.

When the beads were pushed, the thumb and index finger were used, and when five lower beads were pushed up, an upper bead was pushed up, simultaneously returning the lower beads.

But...

Yu Tingwan: "My hands..."

"Seem not very flexible."

Wei Zhao: ...

Why even add the word ’seem’?

Your hand clearly doesn’t obey your commands.

When pushing a bead far away, her index finger couldn’t hook it, and while focusing on the accounts, her little finger still audaciously tried to hook. Yet she was striving for speed, which made her quite flustered as the beads at the back were pushed before the ones in front were even touched.

Yu Tingwan asked seriously, "Husband, compared to before, have I improved?"

Wei Zhao opened his lips.

Yu Tingwan: "Tell me the truth."

Wei Zhao as she wished: "No."

Yu Tingwan: ...

She didn’t want to admit that!

Her hands were really starting to hurt now.

Wei Zhao thought for a bit, then added.

"If you were the shopkeeper under my name, you’d be too ashamed, and would have packed up and left without me having to chase you out."

Yu Tingwan: ??

You think this is helpful?

She widened her eyes, "Do you think this is appropriate to say?"

Wei Zhao: "I misspoke."

Yu Tingwan just felt a little relieved and didn’t want to argue with him anymore.

This man was exasperating, not just once or twice.

Wei Zhao’s face took on a sickly hue, just lowering his gaze added a touch of languor: "But your skills wouldn’t even give you the chance to be a shopkeeper."

Yu Tingwan: Although it’s true, it really...

"You’ve hurt me."

Wei Zhao chuckled softly, bent down to lean behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder, breathing evenly.

"Watch."

His long, jade-like fingers extended, each finger moving flexibly, either bringing them together or spreading them apart, gently pressing or lifting the beads. His thumb and index finger used to pinch the abacus to keep it steady.

The sound he made was crisp and fast, without any hesitation.

"If you find it difficult with one hand, why not try using both?"

"Focus. The beads are not heavy, just push them gently. With practice, you’ll become proficient."

Yu Tingwan: "How many hands does husband usually use?"

"One hand is enough."

Yu Tingwan stealthily jealous: "Then what about the other one, turning pages?"

Wei Zhao: "Practicing calligraphy."

Yu Tingwan: ???

She doubted her ears.

"Say that again?"

Wei Zhao: "When I was still studying, there were things to do every hour."

Only during Grandmother’s birthday could I have a moment to breathe, but Ning Suxuan had arranged for him to practice the abacus.

After all, Wei Zhao was young and playful, and if he didn’t finish, he could only push it to the next day, but the next day also had tasks to complete.

After completing tasks that required absolute focus, he could only practice calligraphy while pushing the abacus at the same time.

Yu Tingwan: ...

No comparison, no comparison.

However, using both hands did indeed improve things.

Just as Yu Tingwan was about to feel proud, her chin was gently pinched and her head slightly turned towards him.

The girl was baffled about what he wanted to do and then he kissed her.

"Compensation."

A very innocent one.

Yu Tingwan blinked.

He came closer again, and this time was obviously different.

From shallow to deep, sucking, stirring.

Then without restraint.

Yu Tingwan’s lips and tongue tingled, and she tried to lean back to catch her breath. He then treated her like a treasure, slowing and softening his actions.

Wei Zhao: "That was because I wanted to kiss you."

Yu Tingwan’s face was like spring water, but she was entirely unaware.

She wasn’t the kind to blush easily.

More than that, she didn’t play by the rules.

Yingying autumn waves in her eyes, she curved her lips and smiled.

"Ah."

She dragged slowly: "Such benefits?"

Wei Zhao: ...

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On the fifth day, she went to see Ning Suxuan.

Ning Suxuan was in the study, copying Buddhist scriptures, and when Yu Tingwan came in with the abacus, she didn’t put down her brush.

Light streamed through the wide-open windows, making the room very bright.

This was the first time Yu Tingwan entered the study, and Ning Suxuan was focused, not looking at her.

The girl simply lifted her eyes to look around.

The walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings, and many were rolled up in painting tubes. The scholarly atmosphere in the room was strong, with the scent of ink filling the nose.

She then turned to look at Ning Suxuan.

Yu Tingwan had never met her father-in-law, Wei Fengxing, but Wei Zhao’s looks had a resemblance to Ning Suxuan.

Ning Suxuan held to tradition, dressed appropriately and wearing exquisite makeup even without leaving the house, exuding a dignified and noble gesture.

Even...

During the palace banquet last time, Yu Tingwan felt that even the Empress’s aura couldn’t compare to hers.

Ning Suxuan wasn’t looking at the Buddhist scriptures, yet word after word seemed to flow effortlessly onto the paper. Whether the scriptures were memorized, or she had written them so many times that it required no thought, was unknown.

After the final word was written, Ning Suxuan concluded.

She laid the brush aside, raising her eyes to look at Yu Tingwan.

Her delicate daughter-in-law had unknowingly stood by her side, looking at her writing.

Ning Suxuan: ...

She was about to say she had no manners.

Yu Tingwan sincerely praised: "Mother-in-law’s handwriting is quite excellent!"

Ning Suxuan: ...

Whenever her face showed no expression, even that rascal would slightly restrain himself, but Yu Tingwan evidently wasn’t afraid.

Yu Tingwan: "My handwriting is actually not bad either."

Ning Suxuan: ...

Yu Tingwan dragged slowly: "Would you like me to show off a bit for mother-in-law?"