The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 202: Stop Cursing at Me

On a rainy day, the light wasn’t too glaring.

Inside the house, it wasn’t too dim, so there was no need to light a lamp.

Yu Tingwan had no idea how dangerous Wei Zhao was at this moment, unknowingly and fearlessly meeting the man’s unclear eyes.

She frowned.

She knew.

She even saw it with her own eyes.

In her past life, Wei Zhao had pushed her skirt aside and used his hand to...

Yu Tingwan nodded seriously.

Wei Zhao: ...

Even at this moment, she still pretends to understand.

He closed his eyes in a bit of desperation.

The girl was still as blank as a sheet of paper.

Although Wei Zhao hadn’t experienced love affairs either, he was still a man, and had heard countless bawdy jokes in the army camp.

Even though his body hadn’t fully recovered, he could still use his hands to make Yu Tingwan blush and beg softly.

Yu Tingwan waited for a while but saw no movement from him.

It seemed... he was a bit sulking, unwilling to pay her any attention.

Yu Tingwan simply took Wei Zhao’s hand.

It’s the best-looking hand she had ever seen.

With clear joints and long, slender fingers. On closer inspection, there was a faint scar on the webbing between the thumb and index finger.

But it was too long, and she didn’t like it.

"When did you start learning martial arts?"

It was rare indeed.

For her to ask these things.

Wei Zhao replied indifferently, "I started practicing horse stance with my uncle when I was three."

Yu Tingwan: ???

"Weren’t you still in your enlightenment education?"

Wei Zhao furrowed his brows a bit, "The two don’t conflict."

His schedule had always been packed, and he didn’t find it difficult. The Wei Family’s descendants were destined to bear these responsibilities from birth.

Yu Tingwan pressed her lips slightly.

The sole heir of the Wei Family had no blood brothers for support, so his path was naturally more thorny than others.

Ever since General Jing Yuan and Duke Shun passed away one after another, he had to carry the burden of the family’s rise and fall.

Her eyes flickered and she changed the subject.

"Elder Ge is skilled in medicine and can make scar-removing ointments. Why doesn’t my husband use it?"

The scars on his hands weren’t much; there were more on Wei Zhao’s body, crisscrossed under his clothes. When Yu Tingwan applied medicine for him for the first time, her hands trembled at the sight.

Remove what?

He was a military general, not a delicate girl.

Those scars served as a constant reminder of his past foolishness.

Yet...

They were indeed ghastly.

Wei Zhao opened his eyes slightly, "Ugly?"

If Yu Tingwan cared, it wasn’t... just as he thought of this, the girl shook her head.

"My father says, the more scars on one’s body, the harder the fists, and that’s true skill."

Yu Tingwan’s tone was serious, "It shows you used to be pretty tough."

Wei Zhao: ...

He despaired again.

"Yu Tingwan."

"Hmm?"

Wei Zhao: "Stop speaking rudely to me."

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The sky gradually darkened.

Yu Tingwan went to the kitchen to help Hui Niang prepare dinner.

It was said to be helping, but it was mostly to keep the fire burning and add more firewood.

"I wonder when it’ll be sunny?" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Hui Niang glanced at the sky outside, "The neighbors know your father is good at carpentry, so they had an idea to ask him to make a rocking chair."

Of course, it wasn’t for free; they paid according to market rates.

Wei Shouzhong was quite idle anyway, so there was no reason to refuse. Upon hearing this, he went outside to select wood, and he hadn’t returned yet.

There was no need to constantly watch the stove, so Yu Tingwan was eating fried soybeans, crispy and fragrant, filling her mouth with flavor.

"A rocking chair?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhao’s mentor is coming to stay tomorrow."

Hui Niang confided in her daughter-in-law, "Mr. Zhao’s parents passed away early, so there was no one to support him. As you know, studying costs money. It was that mentor who waived the tuition and even funded his imperial examinations."

If it weren’t for that, there wouldn’t be today’s Mr. Zhao.

"Now in his later years, living alone, naturally the couple wants to bring him over to care for him until the end."

"Your Aunt Zhao has long prepared the room, and I took a look. She prepared several pieces of cotton clothing, and the quilts are newly fluffed, thick and warm. You can see the effort."

Yu Tingwan understood, "So that’s it."

She couldn’t help but smile.

"Nannan is going to have a headache."

Mr. Zhao usually leaves early and returns late, spending most of his time at the academy, and whenever he has free time, he teaches Nannan how to read and write.

The little girl is very well-behaved and always listens attentively.

Just forgets quickly.

"The house already has a teacher, and now they’re bringing in another one."

Yu Tingwan thought they should send Qingya over, to keep her from gossiping all day.

But with Qingya being like that...

She’s afraid she’ll be a bad influence on Nannan.

"How coincidental, the elder previously taught children’s enlightenment too."

"I heard from Lady Zhao, the elder once painstakingly taught many scholars, and among them four became scholars of high rank."

For a small place like Ze County Academy to produce a scholar was quite a feat. Mr. Zhao was one of them.

"But his mind was focused on the academy, so he couldn’t attend to his family. Unfortunately, his wife fell ill, never recovering, and eventually coughed up blood, needing constant care."

"The elder couldn’t rest easy, so he resigned from the academy. Medical expenses required money, but the couple had no children, and over the years, their money went to support impoverished students."

"When that happened, students like Mr. Zhao, who had benefited from him, all came to visit."

They brought money and grain.

"But he collected nothing."

"He just said he had hands and feet, and it wasn’t the end of the world. So he set up a school at home to teach beginners, which let him care for his wife and live a bit more easily."

Yu Tingwan couldn’t help but feel a profound respect.

Frugal and selfless.

As opposed to Mr. Chu, who was sitting in jail; they were worlds apart.

The pot was bubbling with stewed sauerkraut, vermicelli, and meat.

Hui Niang scooped a small bowlful for Yu Tingwan to taste first.

Yu Tingwan took a bite, her eyes lighting up.

"Delicious."

The sauerkraut was pickled by Hui Niang herself, and the meat was savory and appetizing. The broth would be delectable when mixed with rice later.

She asked offhandedly, "Where is that elder from?"

"Ze County."

Hui Niang thought of something and couldn’t help but smile.

"I heard that back in the day, hundreds of families came knocking, wanting to send their children to school."

A teacher who produced scholars? Everyone was eager.

"But he was afraid too many children would disturb his wife’s quiet recovery, so he only accepted a dozen or so."

Hui Niang looked at Yu Tingwan with affection.

"You also went to school for a few years, right?"

Yu Tingwan nodded: ...

That was a memory she didn’t want to recall.

"It shows your parents cherished you."

"Back then, you were the only girl in the whole region who could read. Let alone the village, even in the county, few were willing to spend money to educate a girl."

"Being as gentle and sensible as you are, you must have been a well-behaved and understanding child, making it easy for the teacher."

Yu Tingwan: ...

That didn’t seem to be the case.

She felt a little guilty.

But... she couldn’t tarnish her image with Hui Niang.

Yu Tingwan adjusted her mood: "That’s right! I never caused any trouble."

"I’ve always been quick-witted."

Quick-witted enough to skip classes.

Quick-witted enough to be lazy.

Yu Tingwan’s tone was proud, "The teacher who taught me paid me the most attention."

After all, she was always causing trouble.

Hui Niang didn’t doubt her words!

When Yu Tingwan first entered Xilin Village, she caused quite a stir.

She didn’t specifically go to see it.

But she heard people mention the little girl had a fiery temper and would stand with her hands on her hips, arguing with Mrs. Wang, and even if she lost the argument, she would kick stray dogs on the road.

She didn’t think the little girl was bad.

The family’s sudden change in circumstances and coming to an unfamiliar place was... a den of tigers and wolves. If Yu Tingwan was aggressive, it was her form of self-protection.

From the first time she saw Yu Tingwan, fair and tender, with clear eyes, when collecting herbs on the mountain, she knew she was a good girl.

"But not every child is like you."

Yu Tingwan earnestly: "That’s right."

Hui Niang was planning to make two more dishes and a soup.

"Among the students that elder teacher took on, there was one child who gave him a terrible headache. Normally a mild-tempered person, he was driven to rage every few days."

Yu Tingwan, hearing this, furrowed her brow.

"That’s really inconsiderate."