The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 42: He’s Just Not Considerate!

The sky was about to come to rest, the dusk slanted.

There were packed boxes in the yard, not yet varnished, but meticulously crafted and sturdy. There was also an unfinished cane, perhaps because Wei Shouzhong was in a hurry to leave at that time.

Yu Tingwan sat on the ground leaning against the door for as long as Wei Zhao watched her from the side.

Maybe he got tired of watching, and Wei Zhao said slowly, "You..."

She was annoyed, glaring at him fiercely: "Spit it out!"

"You’re blocking my way."

He wanted to go out?

Originally, Yu Tingwan thought Wei Zhao came out to see because of the noise, and was somewhat comforted by this. But her smile faded.

As expected, this Wei Shen isn’t the considerate type!

She asked suspiciously, "It’s freezing outside, what are you going out for?"

Wei Zhao listlessly didn’t respond to her.

Yu Tingwan frowned: "If you catch a cold, you’ll be the one suffering. Go back."

She had thought she’d have to persuade him several times, even planning to forcibly drag Wei Zhao back into the house. But after hearing her words, the man paused for a moment, showed no emotion, and turned back inside.

She was momentarily stunned but also grateful Wei Zhao was unexpectedly agreeable.

The ground was cold after all, so Yu Tingwan stood up softly and went to pick up the mushrooms from the ground.

Quite a few had fallen on the way back, but she guessed there would still be enough for a plate.

She felt uneasy and occasionally walked to the door to look out, but saw no one on the road.

When Hui Niang returned, the sky had completely darkened. Her usually gentle face was now tightly furrowed as she hurried into the yard, not even having time to brush off the snow, when she saw the lamp lit in the kitchen, and heard a girl’s voice inside.

"My cooking isn’t as good as Auntie’s, but at least move your chopsticks."

"You hardly ate anything at breakfast, how can you say you’re not hungry now?"

Wei Zhao felt it was noisy, just about to get up to leave, but Yu Tingwan pushed him back down.

With one hand.

Wei Zhao: ...

A spoon was forcibly placed in his hand.

Yu Tingwan looked at him, particularly distressed: "You’re making it very difficult for me this way."

Wei Zhao: ...

It’s he who is the one in difficulty.

Yu Tingwan resignedly got up and came out holding a sugar jar from the kitchen cupboard, scooping a spoonful of brown sugar into Wei Zhao’s bowl.

"There, now you can eat it, right?"

Wei Zhao frowned, even less inclined to eat: "I don’t like sweet things."

The girl whispered: "You’re all grown up, how can you still be this picky? Before long, you might become a father, making others worry about your meals."

Hui Niang didn’t rush in, leaning against the door watching the young couple with tenderness in her eyes.

Yu Tingwan noticed her at this moment, and the person who had been circling around Wei Zhao suddenly left him aside.

"Auntie, you must be hungry, I made porridge."

As soon as she finished speaking, her expression changed.

Following her gaze, Hui Niang looked down at her hem, where there were mottled bloodstains. She quickly said, "It’s not mine."

Hui Niang sighed heavily: "The incident at the foot of the hill involved Silly Girl."

She said in a low voice: "She had a miscarriage."

That Silly Girl wasn’t promised to anyone.

Hui Niang was deeply afraid: "When we rushed over, the hooligans bullying her hadn’t left yet."

She dared not imagine, if Wan Niang heard the noise and went to check, what would have happened if the hooligans targeted her!

There was blood all under Silly Girl.

"That scoundrel wasn’t from Xilin Village, and realizing something was wrong, he tried to flee. If the Village Chief’s sons hadn’t been there, we might not have caught him."

"When I left, Silly Girl was still unconscious. Her mother fainted several times from crying. She was already struggling being both an orphan and a widow, now this happened. If it weren’t for Elder Qian and Aunt Li Lian trying to calm her down, she might have taken a kitchen knife to that scoundrel."

It took Yu Tingwan a long time to find her voice, hoarse: "The child’s father..."

Knowing what she was about to ask, Hui Niang shook her head: "It shouldn’t be him."

"Not just outsiders, even in our village, there are many beasts who, seeing her foolish, trick her with sugar and buns into going to the paddy field."

As a result, Silly Girl became more and more foolish.

She sighed repeatedly: "Who knows who the child’s father is? What does Silly Girl know? Her mother even less so. Anyway, it’s just a bastard; it’s good it was discovered early and gone."

At the time, realizing something was wrong, both she and Li Lian felt a jolt. Under the guise of darkness, they took her to Old Man Qian’s.

Not many knew of Silly Girl’s miscarriage, and the Village Chief intended to help keep it quiet.

After all, the village had many gossipers, and what good words would they spit out in private? A mouthful of spittle could drown a person.

She looked at Yu Tingwan; the girl could keep her mouth shut.

She then looked at Wei Zhao, hmm, this one is mum-tied.

At this moment, Wei Zhao, taking advantage when Yu Tingwan wasn’t paying attention, was slowly adding porridge from his bowl into the little girl’s.

When Hui Niang looked at him, Wei Zhao, sensing this, raised his head.

Their gazes met.

Wei Zhao was indeed very afraid of being nagged. Yu Tingwan wasn’t so bad, but Hui Niang could murmur by the bedside all night long. He paused, then ladled the porridge back spoon by spoon.

Just then, a cold voice sounded above his head.

Possessive of her food, Yu Tingwan was quite hurt.

"Why are you taking my food?"

Wei Zhao: ...Really so annoying.

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After finishing the meal, Yu Tingwan didn’t stay long and returned next door.

Not long after she left, Wei Shouzhong came back in from outside, his expression filled with fatigue.

Before Hui Niang could ask much, he had already explained.

"The person is okay, needs to rest for a few days."

He was talking about the fallen Mrs. Wei.

As a son, it would be inappropriate not to go see her.

But who would have thought, just when he arrived, Mrs. Wei lay in bed unable to move, yet her mouth didn’t rest, cursing him for being ungrateful with a heart like a wolf’s and lungs like a dog’s, while ordering him to chop the wood outside and fill the water tank.

These tasks used to always be his. The eldest branch had many people, each lazier than the last.

Wei Shouzhong didn’t do it.

Mrs. Wei cursed even louder.

Even Wei Shoucai by the side chimed in with sarcastic remarks.

["Amazing, now that the family is split, we can’t order you around. Second brother, how did you become so calculative? What? Do only we use the water and wood, and not mother?"]

After he finished speaking, Hui Niang quickly asked: "Did the head of the family do nothing but work there all afternoon?"

"No, not really."

He just sat by the bedside, listening to Mrs. Wei’s cursing all afternoon.

Wei Shouzhong’s face turned slightly dark: "Being cursed a bit doesn’t matter, best to just ignore it. But these medical expenses, the two households need to split them evenly."

Hui Niang’s eyes dimmed, all the money at home was under her care, but what needed to be given must be given: "How much?"

Wei Shouzhong gave a number.

"I’ll go get it."

He stopped her: "Actually, this is a good thing."

"On the way back, I was thinking, for years, eldest brother and sister-in-law honored mother largely because of Lang’s pension silver and the grain from the government office each month."

But without those, there’s nothing they have to cough up.

"Now that mother can’t go into the fields, how filial can they be, and to what extent can they take care of her?"

Wei Shouzhong said, "Mother needs to eat some bitter experience."