The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 115: Don’t Ask What You Shouldn’t

The morning light was faint, as a thin beam penetrated the clouds.

The rooster crows in the countryside echoed one after another.

The road was rugged and uneven, with occasional jolts from scattered rocks.

After driving the ox cart all night, Hu Dalang showed no trace of fatigue, his eagerness could not be concealed.

Hu Dazhu, who hadn’t spoken the entire way, slowly opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.

"Dalang."

He closed his eyes, and within just one night, he seemed much older: "Do you think father was wrong?"

The abrupt question left Hu Dalang stunned.

"Wha... what?"

Everyone knew how much Hu Dazhu valued his niece.

The news of Yu Tingwan getting married struck him deeper than the abuse of his newly born granddaughter.

Hu Dalang asked cautiously: "I know father is worried about Wan Niang, and that the Wei Family is indeed not a suitable match, but..."

Before he could finish, Hu Dazhu interrupted him, "Do you remember what I told you when I brought Wan Niang back?"

He remembered.

Hu Dazhu had solemnly made him kneel in the direction of the county town.

"Your aunt is gone, kowtow three times for her."

"Dalang, Father wants you to remember that our family owes your aunt, you must remember it for a lifetime."

"You must treat her as well as Erlang does."

Hu Dalang understood that Hu Dazhu was utterly heartbroken.

Not to mention Hu Dazhu, even he felt pained.

Wan Niang was such a good match; she should have married his second brother, keeping the ties within the family!

How could it... how could it...

Wei Shen was in such a condition, how could he be worthy of Wan Niang!

He was tongue-tied, unable to come up with any words of comfort, and continued to drive the horse in silence.

At this moment, at the entrance of the village, the gossipy women led by Granny Fan were gathered, chatting away.

"The county town has been lively these days, a crowd heading that way."

"The Zhu Family from the poor neighboring village, the one whose son was beaten to death by his master while working as a laborer in the county town years ago. The old couple, upon hearing the news, limped their way to the Ze County Post Station."

"I remember they weren’t limp; it was back when they reported the case and were beaten by the constable while seeking justice for their son. That constable was related to the Zhu Family."

Granny Fan pursed her lips and shook her head: "Those two are pitiful."

"Their son is gone, the daughter-in-law eloped with a lover, leaving only a grandson, who succumbed to a serious illness two years ago."

Someone lowered their voice: "Have you heard, the old He Family has been jailed."

"Which old He Family?"

The person pointed mysteriously towards the second house of the Wei Family.

"Which else could it be? The one that harmed Lady Xiao back in the day."

"Peh, that family with no conscience, it’s karma! If Hui Niang knew, she might be delighted."

At that, they couldn’t help but continue talking.

"Who knows how the Wei Family’s Lang is doing? When they left, I followed to see, he was barely breathing."

"They’re so troublesome, insisting on seeing a doctor. Can it be cured? With this effort, it’s better to dig a pit by Lady Xiao’s grave early, buy a coffin."

"Before leaving, Shouzhong even went around borrowing money everywhere. If it weren’t for being in the same village, I wouldn’t have spared a copper coin."

"If the treatment worked, that would be one thing, but I’m afraid the money will go to waste with no sign of anything. With the Wei Family’s little assets, who knows when they’d be able to repay it."

The group went on endlessly, and suddenly Granny Fan, with her sharp eyes, stared in one direction.

"Look, someone’s back!"

"Hu Dazhu! That’s Hu Dazhu."

"Now there will be drama to watch!"

Granny Fan exclaimed excitedly: "Finally, Wang Cuihua is going to suffer!"

Previously, every time Hu Dazhu returned to the village, the villagers would greet him, even inquiring about Erlang.

Especially these gossipy women.

They were overly enthusiastic.

Hu Dazhu used to walk with a straight back.

But now, the people at the village entrance pointed fingers at him.

Especially Granny Fan.

Granny Fan’s voice was loud: "Dazhu, you finally came back, go take care of your wife!"

"Such a malicious and foolish woman, if it were me, I absolutely wouldn’t tolerate her."

"Causing trouble over the child is one thing; after all, it’s a girl, even if she’s gone, Dalang can have more in the future."

"But she’s troubling Wan Niang, I can’t stand idly by as an outsider."

Granny Fan raised her chin, sighing hypocritically: "Your own sister only has Wan Niang as a daughter. One must not forget their roots. The past matter, we all kept mum for your sake, not daring to speak a word, fearing Wan Niang might resent you. But even if we don’t speak, you can’t pretend it never happened." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Hu Dazhu dared not listen to any of it.

Over the years, he often had nightmares.

In his dreams, his younger sister’s eyes were tearful, filled with resentment.

Hu Dazhu, with a somber face, said nothing and directly urged Hu Dalang to hurry home.

"Father."

Hu Dalang was puzzled: "What’s the past matter?"

Hu Dazhu’s voice was stern: "Don’t ask what you shouldn’t!"

Watching the ox cart carry them away, Granny Fan spat on the ground.

"What a thing."

"Really think of themselves as good stuff, huh?"

Her outburst earlier had frightened the women nearby.

"You better calm down; how long has it been since that matter, why bring it up now? Haven’t you been beaten enough by your man?"

Granny Fan shrunk her neck at the words.

She was indeed afraid of being beaten.

But...

Thinking about how the angrier Hu Dazhu got, the worse Wang Cuihua would suffer, she became more pleased!

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Hu Family.

Mrs. Wang was unaware that danger was approaching.

She was sitting in the courtyard, munching sunflower seeds, her face not looking too well.

The young wife next door from the Wu Family had gone into labor last night and gave birth to a son.

Listening to the cheerful laughter from next door, Mrs. Wang’s face was dark.

What’s so remarkable about that!

She was troubled, even frustrated with eating the seeds.

In a huff, she got up and went to Mrs. Xiao’s room.

Started yelling shrilly!

"You useless thing!"

"You entered the house before the neighbor’s wife, and knew about the pregnancy earlier too."

"They boiled eggs for her next door, did I give you any less?"

"They made sure she didn’t do farm work; did we wear you out at home?"

"How come she gave birth to a son, and you gave birth to a worthless girl?"

Mrs. Xiao dared not make a sound, her head lowered.

The baby girl beside her, just lulled to sleep, was startled awake.

Without opening her eyes, she cried, her cry like a meow.

Very weak.

With a "bang," the Hu house’s door was kicked open.

Mrs. Wang turned to see.

"Is the master finally back?"

Her face was full of joy, she stopped scolding Mrs. Xiao, rushing forward eagerly.

"Where’s Erlang? Didn’t Erlang come back with you?"

"It’s been particularly dreary during the new year without you at home. But thankfully you’re back, seeing that you’ve both gotten thinner, you must replenish. Let me get some meat, and make you both some good dishes."

Her smile grew wider and wider until she sensed something was wrong.

Hu Dazhu was looking at her darkly.

As if looking at an enemy.

Such a gaze was terrifying.

So terrifying that it reminded her of more than twenty years ago. Hu Dazhu had looked at her like that before.

At that time, he even wanted to divorce her, if not for the in-laws’ intervention...

Mrs. Wang involuntarily took a few steps back.

But Hu Dazhu stepped forward fiercely, and without a word, raised his hand to give her a hard slap.