The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 69: Wei Zhao’s Heart Is in Turmoil

As dusk approached, the light gradually receded. The room was not lit, leaving it somewhat dim.

When her parents were still around, Yu Tingwan was especially spoiled.

Every time she was as proud as a little peacock.

If she fell while walking, she would blame it on the uneven road.

If she lost a fight with a girl a head taller than her, she wouldn’t believe it and still held onto her pride.

The girl with rosy lips and white teeth would first try to stand on her tiptoes, baring her teeth in a fierce but cute threatening manner: "Keep this to yourself. I don’t want anyone else to know beside us!"

Then she would painfully pull out a copper coin from her pocket as a bribe: "Take the money, I’ll treat you to some sweets."

Finally, she wouldn’t forget to remind: "If someone asks, just say you lost, but were sincerely convinced."

If she didn’t finish the homework assigned by her teacher and got her hands hit, she would whimper in pain and feel ashamed.

The teacher called her up front: "Do you know what you did wrong?"

She replied, "I know."

The teacher asked, "Then what was your mistake?"

The young girl thought for a bit and spoke honestly: "I should have spent time copying it."

As a result, the teacher hit harder.

The young girl sniffled, and gasped but didn’t forget to boost her morale: "Hit harder! It doesn’t hurt, not one bit!"

By the time she returned home from school, her hand was swollen like a pig’s trotter.

With teary eyes, she looked at her father.

"I didn’t expect..."

"I told the teacher to hit harder, and he really did."

But in front of the whole class, she couldn’t take back what she said.

As Yu Tingwan thought about this, she felt aggrieved: "Even like this, the teacher still wants me to make up the homework!"

Her father was heartbroken: "Don’t cry, don’t cry, I’ll write it for you."

"I want some jerky from Fan’s."

"I’ll buy it for you."

"I want to buy a pearl flower, the newest style."

"Okay."

The young girl became more demanding: "Then Daddy, I don’t want to study anymore."

"That’s not possible."

The mother, watching from the side, shook her head helplessly. She glanced at the father and reproached: "You don’t have to spoil her so much."

"Let her write on her own."

Yu Tingwan panicked, raising her right hand: "My hand hurts."

"Then use your left hand. Aren’t you always unwilling to accept the other girl who’s the best in class, saying that although she can’t argue as well as you, she’s left-handed and writes more beautifully than you do with your right hand?"

The young girl was thunderstruck.

Though it made sense.

But in the argument... she actually lost.

Returning home, the young girl had no choice but to toughen up and pick up the pen.

Trying to look serious, she dipped the brush in ink, but her left hand was clumsy, producing crooked characters, with the paper blotched all over.

In her frustration, her mother held her hand.

"Come, Mama will write with you."

Her mother’s voice was as gentle as she was. She cradled the young girl half in her arms, gently stroking the girl’s back.

"We don’t expect you to write poems or paint, but you can’t be blind to life’s principles. This is why your father and I want you to go to school."

"You deserved the beating so you’ll remember the pain and won’t repeat the mistake. Remember to apologize to your teacher tomorrow."

"Your father always said that as long as the sky doesn’t fall, he’ll shield us. Yaoyao, there’s nothing wrong with making mistakes; we’ll just correct them. Both your father and I will be with you."

Back then, she was surrounded by a world full of sweetness.

They promised to be with her.

Yet, one by one, they broke their promises.

Yu Tingwan’s eyes briefly lost their focus.

She didn’t really expect Wei Zhao to turn back and hold her. After speaking, Yu Tingwan leaned closer to him, hesitated for a moment, and voluntarily wrapped her arms around his waist.

She noticed Wei Zhao’s body tense up.

But she didn’t let go.

"Even though you’re not good to me."

Yu Tingwan thought for a bit and began to add.

"You’re not in good health."

"You’re ill-tempered too."

"Not considerate."

"Can’t say nice things."

"I even have to coax you."

"Nitpicky."

The list of his shortcomings was endless.

Yu Tingwan pressed her forehead against his back, nuzzling: "But sometimes, I still want to rely on you."

Wei Zhao’s mind was in turmoil.

The girl’s body was soft, and her voice was soft.

That distinct girlish fragrance slowly invaded him, not forcefully, but it found its way into his heart, affecting him.

"In the past, when my mom pricked her finger while sewing, my dad would make a fuss. But today I went through a hard time, and you didn’t even ask if I was scared or if I got hurt."

Yu Tingwan solemnly stated: "I’m a bit disappointed."

"There are things I can overlook, but this you must change."

Wei Zhao remained silent.

His back was poked twice, hard.

Wei Zhao: "Were you scared?"

Yu Tingwan: "Yes!"

Wei Zhao: "And did it hurt?"

Yu Tingwan: ??

The girl angrily poked him twice more.

Can’t you ask something else!

Wei Zhao said softly, "Yes, it hurt."

Yu Tingwan: "Well, it’s actually okay then."

Her head felt much better.

Wei Zhao: "I was the one who hurt."

Yu Tingwan: ...

Good thing they didn’t have kids, or if they did have a daughter, she might be especially delicate and troublesome.

Never mind, she wouldn’t argue with him.

Wei Shen wasn’t someone who speaks sweetly.

The room stayed silently quiet for a long while.

The girl sighed: "Husband, can you get better soon?"

"I still count on you to shield me from the wind and rain."

Wei Zhao closed his eyes heavily.

His Adam’s apple moved slightly.

For a moment, his suppressed emotions, tightly packed, enveloped him, making breathing hard.

He felt a certain helplessness, some panic.

There was a part of him that wanted to laugh at Yu Tingwan’s naivety. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Yet he also despised his current pathetic self.

After his father’s departure, Wei Zhao had to bow to the oppressive royal power, learning to be deceitful and constrained.

He wanted to shield his family from the storm, to protect the Wei family’s honor. But in the end, what happened?

He wanted to push her away, to distance himself, yet Wei Zhao couldn’t bring himself to act.

It was quite contradictory.

Conflicting emotions surged, tugging at the suppressed violent rage deep within him, as both sides battled chaotically.

The head throbbed, the wounds stung.

Gloom crept bit by bit into his eyes.

In his mind’s eye, it seemed he saw the Duke Shun Mansion draped in white silk.

He saw the dignified emperor, putting on airs while wiping fake tears in the mourning hall, and the civil and military officials each harboring their own agendas.

He saw the bustling Shangjing and the desolate borders.

He saw the incompetent offspring of the noble families being appointed through nepotism, while common students struggled through their studies only to fail the exams.

There were too many injustices in the world.

In the face of absolute power, effort, blood, and sweat, all were negligible.

He realized this too late, but saw it all too clearly.

He felt dizzy, his face growing paler with pain. Bright red blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and Wei Zhao didn’t bother to wipe it away.

After who knows how long, his lips moved slightly, dry and hoarse.

"Those who hurt you, I’ll take care of them."

Yu Tingwan: ...

Could someone like Wei Shen take care of Old Man Zhou?

Did he think just by saying words, he’d be invincible?

Wei Zhao slowly sat up, casually turning his head to ask: "Tell me, how would you like him to die?"