The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 75: His Words Are Far More Moving Than Sweet Talk
Yu Tingwan: ??
Her eyesight is perfectly fine!
Don’t you realize how weak and fragile you are!
The girl was sulking: "You’ve got your priorities wrong, we were clearly talking about how you’re going to deal with me."
Wei Zhao: ...
No, he thought that appearance was the main point.
Having heard too much about husbands lately, even Wei Zhao was heavily brainwashed.
He furrowed his brow.
"Then I would kill the lover who seduced you."
Chop them into mince, wrap them into dumplings, and serve them as an extra meal for Fu Meng.
You’re supposed to catch the affair, why did you just straight up resort to murder.
But Yu Tingwan was curious: "Then how would you deal with me?"
She thought Wei Zhao would say he’d bury her too.
But Wei Zhao pondered for a moment: "You committed a mistake, it’s unforgivable, but if I were good enough to you, how could you have been deceived by someone else?"
Unknowingly, had this man already started loving her so deeply?
Could it be that he’s been restraining himself all along? 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Yu Tingwan couldn’t understand: "You could even endure something like this?"
You’ve already been cheated on!
Wei Zhao smirked lightly: "A girl who genuinely doesn’t stoop to sycophancy, who isn’t seduced by the mundane, and would rather marry a sickly man half in the grave than use her beauty to climb higher. How could I believe she would do such a foolish thing?"
Yu Tingwan’s sulking subsided by half.
She looked at Wei Zhao in disbelief.
The man was still pale and lifeless, but the lifelessness in his eyes had lessened.
Who wouldn’t like to hear words of praise.
She felt a little joy, and her lips curved up.
So she waited.
And waited again.
Yu Tingwan frowned at Wei Zhao, dissatisfied: "That’s it?"
Wei Zhao: ...
Yu Tingwan shamelessly pressed on: "Continue."
Wei Shen’s mouth always annoyed people, but today it was unusually pleasant, she hadn’t had enough yet!
True words were never stingy from Wei Zhao. Indeed, Yu Tingwan was calmer and more dazzling than any girl he had ever seen.
The esteemed ladies of the Capital, he feared, were not as insightful and thorough as her.
"Virtue and upbringing, aside from a tutor’s guidance, mostly come from what one sees and hears at home."
But from what Wei Zhao understood, Mrs. Wang was sharp-tongued and unreasonable, and the Hu Dazhu, known to be so good to the girl, was probably exaggerated.
Otherwise, why would Yu Tingwan call him by his name instead of calling him uncle when mentioning him?
It’s said that Hu Dazhu, being away from home most of the time, couldn’t always take care of this niece, but if she were truly cherished, would Mrs. Wang have such audacity?
Wei Zhao’s eyes turned colder.
Earlier, while mending in Hui Niang’s place, he intended to add more cotton, but when he opened the clothes, he found it was stuffed with less warm reed flowers instead of cotton.
This place bites with cold to the bone, winters are hard to endure. Only families who have meals with no guarantees for the next would use reed flowers for warmth.
God knows how much hardship she had endured over these years.
If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked. Can the Hu Family raise children well?
Yu Tingwan had been in the Hu Family for so many years, yet wasn’t influenced by them, showing she had formed her character despite being young when she arrived in Linxi Village.
Wei Zhao looked at her: "Obviously, your parents educated you very well."
Yu Tingwan was stunned in place. It had been a long time since she heard someone speak well of her parents.
What she always heard was that it wasn’t easy for her uncle and aunt to raise her, so she should be filial to them.
Clearly, Wei Zhao’s tone was bland, but...
But suddenly, the girl’s eyes turned red.
Along with the redness of her eyes was a quickened heartbeat and flushed earlobes.
It was clearly just the simplest sentence, but the person in front of her understood her hardships, and his words lacked the pity that would repel her, instead, they pierced her soft spot, more moving than those deceitful sweet words.
How much pride Yu Tingwan had.
Afraid that Wei Zhao would see, she quickly lowered her head.
Yu Tingwan was quite reserved: "I have a lot of strengths."
Wei Zhao drawled: "Such as?"
Yu Tingwan: ???
"I can write."
Wei Zhao: "I can, too."
Yu Tingwan was skeptical as she looked at him.
The girl loudly proclaimed: "I’m not left-handed, but I can even write with my left hand!"
Wei Zhao: ...
Couldn’t understand the significance.
The persimmons of the Wei Family were as red as fire, resembling lanterns, hanging high in the trees.
Yu Tingwan: "Mother said it’s time to pick the persimmons. There are a lot of them this year. Later, we should send some to others, and the excess we can’t finish ourselves can be made into persimmon cakes and preserves."
She hadn’t tried them yet!
As the girl spoke of it, she felt a craving, but she didn’t forget the purpose of her words.
"Watch this, I can climb up the tree with a basket on my back to pick them."
Yu Tingwan: "Can you do it?"
"No."
Wei Zhao casually said: "I usually just fly up there."
As if!
Yu Tingwan felt Wei Shen was not being honest at all!
"I can curse people pretty harshly."
Wei Zhao fell silent.
Just as Yu Tingwan was about to be smug, she saw him move his lips slightly.
"Are these... really strengths?"
Yu Tingwan: ...
Can’t you see I’m threatening you?
Wei Shen first wanted to compete with her! Now he even dared to question her!
The resentment in her eyes deepened.
Even if she pointed at a rock on the ground and called it gold, Wei Shen agreeing would just be some marital fun.
The girl tightened her fist.
Evidently, her competitive spirit was aroused.
Yu Tingwan looked at height.
She wasn’t taller.
Then she looked at her hands.
They weren’t as good-looking as his.
And she looked at her own hair again.
Wei Shen’s was also thick!
Her gaze traveled down to look at the cotton shoes, and Wei Shen’s feet were even bigger than hers.
After some comparisons, Yu Tingwan couldn’t even bring herself to say she was fairer than Wei Shen.
Suddenly, she thought of something.
The girl directly grabbed Wei Zhao’s hand, placing it on her waist.
She exerted a lot of force, already determined not to let Wei Zhao struggle or pull his hand back.
The girl couldn’t hide her smugness in her eyes: "My waist is thin!"
Wei Zhao’s eyes fluttered.
The sensation under his hand made him uneasy.
The girl’s slim waist was just the right size to encircle.
Yu Tingwan: "Do you have any objections?"
Wei Zhao’s voice was hoarse as he tried hard to ignore the heat in his palm.
"None."
Only then did Yu Tingwan contentedly go to pick persimmons.
In previous years, it was Wei Shouzhong who picked them, but now that the man wasn’t around, and Hui Niang was getting on in years, she had already brought out a ladder from the kitchen.
When Yu Tingwan went out, donning an extra warm patched cotton outfit, she had already picked half a basket.
The girl looked up at the persimmon tree.
She confidently donned a basket: "Mother, let me help you."
Many village girls could climb trees, and Hui Niang smiled: "Be careful, then."
Yu Tingwan used both her hands and feet, her arms tightly gripping the branches above, her calves pressed forward. And then she slid down.
Though the last time she climbed was five years ago, the girl considered herself nimble and was confident.
Yu Tingwan continued climbing, and kept sliding.
Climb!
Slide!
Over and over, who knows how many times, Yu Tingwan was gasping for breath, her eyes wide open.
The girl came to a conclusion.
"Our tree isn’t good."
It was definitely not her problem.
After watching for a while, Yue Shan ran over: "Auntie, let me try."
Yu Tingwan: "You’re too young..."
She was about to advise against it, yet she saw Yue Shan, small as he was, climbing more swiftly and higher than herself, like a mountain monkey.
Yue Shan smiled at her: "Auntie, I’ll help you pick."
But Yu Tingwan didn’t have time to be touched; she slowly turned her head.
Sure enough! Wei Shen had been watching from the window for who knows how long!
There was a trace of mischief in his eyes, as if written over and over with two words.
——Is that it?
Wei Zhao just barely opened his mouth before he was stared down to death.
He shut up.
Yu Tingwan saw him like this and her face became more expressionless.
"Speak up!"
She wanted to hear just how annoying it could be!
Wei Zhao satisfied her: "See. Hard work is worthless against talent."
Yu Tingwan: ...I’m such a fool.
