The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 51: Half the Bed for Me

It took half a year to remove the residual toxins.

Yu Tingwan looked on with suspicion: ???

If this is true, then it’s not that you got brain damage from the fall, you must have had it originally.

"And that traitor?"

Wei Zhao tugged at the corner of his mouth. His tone was light, yet chilling to the ear.

"Him..."

"He was eaten by Fu Meng. First, his leg was bitten off, then his arm, and finally his head. His body was torn into pieces, even the bones were chewed and swallowed."

At that time, Wei Zhao sat on a chair brewing tea, making the Wei Family Army soldiers watch closely the fate of those who betrayed him.

Yu Tingwan: ...

The image was vivid.

Wei Zhao saw the girl silent, assuming she was frightened.

He clearly wanted to die, but at this moment, he felt a subtle, elusive joy.

Wei Zhao took Yu Tingwan’s hand and pressed it against his chest.

The current medicine was not suitable for him. Even with daily reapplication, the wound showed no improvement, becoming more red, swollen, and alarming.

The sensation beneath his hand was unfamiliar, and warm.

Yu Tingwan dared not touch, her fingertips shrank back, deliberately avoiding, fearing that with a slip of the hand, the wound would bleed out.

But Wei Zhao wouldn’t let her move.

He lowered his eyelids and spoke calmly.

"This is..."

He suddenly smiled.

"I did it to myself."

Amidst the swirling dust of the battlefield, cold crows cried alone from the treetops. The sound of drums, cries of battle, and the clash of weapons, accompanied by screams, resounded incessantly, deafening.

Smoke billowed everywhere, and all that met the eye were severed limbs. Under a rain of arrows, he too had gone bloodthirsty.

The enemy’s momentum was gone.

Beside him was the strategist’s call, along with the drums of victory.

The young general lifted his gaze to the azure sky.

Who would have thought that Wei Zhao, the Capital’s most renowned general, was a complete joke?

His Cloud-breaking Spear, which had for years slain foreign enemies, pointed at himself for the first time.

Clad in armor, he gripped the shaft, inch by inch thrusting it into his chest, piercing through his body. Blood splattered, and he collapsed into a pool of it.

Yet he didn’t die, and ended up here.

Wei Zhao gazed at Yu Tingwan, hoping to see panic and fear.

But there was none.

Her eyes softly regarded Wei Zhao’s wound.

To be injured this severely was shocking, and one wondered how dangerous it had been and what torment he had endured.

Yu Tingwan leaned in and gently blew on the ugly wound. When she looked up at him again, the pity in her eyes seemed genuine.

"It must have hurt a lot back then."

Wei Zhao was caught in a stupor.

He was always surrounded by endless praise.

Said to be promising in his youth, courageous in battle.

Born to defend the country.

Even when he was injured, poisoned, and returned victorious, all he ever heard was:

["As expected of General Wei, he truly is remarkable."]

These people only saw the outcome, never caring about the hardships he endured along the way.

It was the first time anyone asked if he was in pain.

Wei Zhao’s throat tightened, absurdly finding it amusing.

But his daze didn’t last long.

The girl finished bandaging his upper body and started removing his inner pants.

Wei Zhao’s eyelids twitched, his body leaned back.

"This isn’t right."

Yu Tingwan: "I don’t mind."

Wei Zhao met her innocent gaze, finally unable to bear it: "But I do."

Oh, besides the peace charm, you have other concerns.

Oh.

Your chastity.

And the damage...

Yu Tingwan quickly withdrew her hand.

"Sorry, sorry."

She had forgotten in the moment!

Yu Tingwan: "Wait till father returns, then let you..."

Before she could finish, Wei Zhao had put on his inner clothes, looking at her heavily.

Forget it.

She had already hurt Wei Zhao’s pride.

"Are you hungry?"

"No."

Yu Tingwan: "Then wash your feet."

After Yu Tingwan took the basin out and fetched hot water to clean up, Wei Zhao was already lying back against her, refusing to communicate.

The girl blew out the kerosene lamp, then kicked off her shoes and climbed into bed.

The quilt covered her, as comfortable as she thought.

Then Wei Shouzhong returned, speaking softly outside with Hui Niang, while beside her was Wei Zhao’s light breathing, filling Yu Tingwan with an unprecedented sense of security.

She rested her hand on the pillow, looking at the person beside her.

Even in pitch darkness, unable to see anything.

Yu Tingwan edged closer to him, then closer still.

"Can I hold your hand while I sleep?"

As the girl approached, her faint fragrance lingered in his nose.

It smelled good.

She was so poor, she probably couldn’t afford perfume.

Wei Zhao kept his eyes closed, coolly replied: "No."

Oh well.

Yu Tingwan pursed her lips.

But after a while.

"Then can you warm my feet?"

When her mother was around, she always used her calves to warm her cold little feet.

But this was also refused.

"No."

Wei Zhao, with eyes closed, spoke indifferently: "Say another word and you sleep on the floor."

Yu Tingwan: ??

She could hardly believe such heartless words came from Wei Zhao’s mouth.

She frowned, hurt: "Why should I sleep on the floor?"

Wei Zhao: "I’m injured, you’re too close."

Yu Tingwan understood.

Indeed, that needed to be considered.

She slowly retreated, widening the distance between them.

Wei Zhao: "Turn your head away."

Yu Tingwan wouldn’t agree to this: "And why is that? How does me facing you while sleeping bother you?"

I’ve really spoiled you.

Yu Tingwan decided not to fuss with him, softly: "I’ll sleep on the outside. If you need anything, call me. If you need water, I’ll bring it. If you need to get up at night, I’ll go with you. That way, nothing will happen to you in the darkness of night."

With that, she asked Wei Zhao: "How about it?"

"Not great."

Yu Tingwan pretended not to hear Wei Zhao’s words and continued: "Having a wife is necessary, right?"

No need.

"Don’t worry, I sleep well. Just give me half the bed; I’ll stay within my bounds. I won’t touch you."

Only then did Wei Zhao respond with a muffled: "Hmm."

Yu Tingwan’s eyes gleamed, as if sprinkled with stars, unable to stop envisioning the future.

"In the future, husband, become a storyteller in town. I hear it’s quite lucrative."

"The wealthy in town go there for entertainment, and listening costs two coins."

"Husband, just tell them exactly what you told me before, then make up some stories, and surely someone will pay to support you."

"If business is good, mother and I can set up a stall selling tea, snacks, wontons, and peanuts and seeds from home."

That’s much better than her going up the mountain to pick herbs.

Yu Tingwan spoke more and more as if this plan was viable.

But it couldn’t be rushed; she’d have to wait until Wei Shen was better to consider it.

She changed her position; ordinarily, she would be asleep at this time, but now the girl felt wide awake.

She wondered if it was because she wasn’t used to someone beside her.

But Wei Zhao wouldn’t respond to anything she said.

Yu Tingwan touched the pillow, then the quilt.

She changed to a more comfortable position and lay flat.

There was no peace.

Finally, when the room quieted down.

Wei Zhao’s furrowed brows relaxed a bit, but in the next moment, the girl sat up abruptly.

"Wei Shen."

Declaring herself a virtuous wife, Yu Tingwan spoke softly: "How was my performance in bed?"