The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 221: I’m Not Greedy, But I’m Afraid of Losing Out
Yang Weiweng: ???
You’re overstepping your bounds!
Wei Shen is still alive, and you’re already thinking of promoting yourself?
Yang Weiweng chuckled awkwardly: "Sir, the Wei family couple’s relationship is very strong."
"Back when they came to Ze County, it was at the risk of their lives, which shows that Mrs. Wei was wholeheartedly devoted to her husband."
"I still remember Mrs. Wei half-kneeling on the ox cart on the road, holding him in her arms, feeding him porridge and warm water carefully as if fearing Wei Shen might not be okay."
He Xuran pursed his lips.
Didn’t want to listen.
Yang Weiweng: "Wei Shen had no appetite, yet Mrs. Wei coaxed him gently."
Liu Yan was astonished, unable to imagine.
"You can actually coax someone?"
What’s so surprising about that!
Yu Tingwan felt inexplicable: "Is there a problem with me coaxing my husband?"
Moreover, it was under such circumstances.
"I see him as a lifelong reliance."
Yu Tingwan said honestly: "As long as he’s alive, I will give him anything, except maybe picking the moon from the sky, otherwise I’d be willing to give it to him."
At that time, that was indeed her mindset.
Liu Yan: ???
Yang Weiweng wasn’t surprised!
"After being betrayed by love, I became somewhat skeptical about it."
He sighed: "Only after watching your relationship, did I understand that I just hadn’t met the right person."
He Xuran didn’t want to hear it even more.
He closed his eyes heavily.
Yu Tingwan softly: "I never thought of remarrying."
She looked at the bustling crowd.
"Getting married into the Wei Family, it was something I fought for!"
Speaking of this, Yu Tingwan couldn’t help but feel proud.
Back then, she fought her way through the crowd alone!
Liu Yan was stunned.
She forced herself to digest this fact.
"You..."
Yu Tingwan: "He wasn’t even willing."
Liu Yan: "How could that be?"
He Xuran’s eyes showed slight anger: "He was so oblivious?"
Yu Tingwan spoke softly, defending Wei Zhao: "I was the one who was eager back then."
"Marrying him was mainly for filling my stomach. If he had been overly satisfied with me because I looked good, I might have found him frivolous."
"Nowadays, there are too many blind marriages arranged by elders without the couple meeting before marriage."
"After marriage, it’s a responsibility, and nothing dictates that once you’re married, feelings have to develop. Some couples respect each other like guests all their lives, while others grow weary of each other."
"Only a minority actually develop feelings."
The girl held half-eaten candied-hawthorn in her hand, but her face lacked the innocence of her peers.
Saying such words genuinely surprised He Xuran.
More than that, his heart ached.
Yu Tingwan lived... too clearly.
"Are you one of those minorities?"
He wanted to hear a genuine answer, hoping it meant Yu Tingwan was doing fine after marriage.
But he was also afraid of getting a genuine answer.
Afraid that she truly cared too deeply, and if Wei Shen weren’t cured, she would also be the one to be heartbroken.
Yu Tingwan looked down.
She smiled a bit.
Didn’t say a word.
Is she among that minority?
Perhaps.
Wei Zhao gave her much sense of security, yet she still was too timid.
Yu Tingwan suddenly asked: "Mr. He, are you married?"
He Xuran was a bit surprised that Yu Tingwan would ask about his situation: "Not yet."
Yu Tingwan frowned: "Then why am I telling you all this?"
The girl: "You don’t understand."
Yang Weiweng: ...
Liu Yan: ...
Good, they were also hurt.
No one spoke again.
Yu Tingwan intentionally distanced herself from them, and as they walked, she lagged a bit.
Beside her, Liu Yan moved awkwardly.
She looked ahead, quietly asked: "Aren’t you nervous?"
Yu Tingwan: ?
What was she nervous about?
If anyone, it should be He Xuran ahead who was nervous.
Liu Yan: "Mr. Yang is amiable, whereas Mr. He looks approachable yet still carries an oppressive aura. I didn’t even dare to breathe heavily just now."
Even Wei Zhao couldn’t shake Yu Tingwan: ...
"It’s not that bad."
Liu Yan: "I never thought I’d parade down the street alongside Lord Imperial Censor one day."
Yu Tingwan: ...
If it were before, she never expected to share a bed with the heir of Duke Shun Mansion either.
Liu Yan looked at the people in front, intentionally slowed Yu Tingwan’s pace down more, whispered.
"What’s the deal? I often notice the sword-carrying guard beside Mr. He staring at you every now and then."
"You are married, don’t get dazzled and make a mistake. Mr. He is good. But people of their status aren’t for us to handle."
Yu Tingwan: "You’re so noisy." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Liu Yan: "I’m doing it for your own good."
Yu Tingwan pursed her lips: "You’re even noisier than Qing Ya."
Soon, the girl’s attention was caught by a wooden carving at a street stall ahead.
All palm-sized.
She walked over, fingertips landing on one of the human-shaped wooden puppets.
Liu Yan: "Like it?"
Yu Tingwan’s eyes didn’t blink.
She gazed eagerly.
The stall owner, an elderly lady with white hair, upon seeing a potential sale, spoke with a thick local accent.
"If the girl likes it, I’ll give you a discount, six coins."
But Yu Tingwan’s hand drew back just before touching it.
She didn’t take it.
He Xuran noticed she was missing halfway through and came back to find her.
Without saying anything, he prepared to take out his purse.
"No need to spend unnecessarily."
Yu Tingwan’s voice was gentle yet carried a hint of aloofness.
"I only thought this puppet resembled the one my father made me on my sixth birthday seven parts alike, which naturally captured my attention."
Though she didn’t say it, He Xuran understood. That puppet must have been consumed in that great fire.
As he knew, on that day, Yu Tingwan and Hu Yuniang were napping. The little girl wore only soft inner garments.
She came out with nothing but her life. The fire took away everything she had.
He Xuran remained patient, speaking warmly: "If you like, why not buy it."
"If you..."
"Miss your parents, you can also treat it as a remembrance."
The crowd was bustling, yet the light shone with partiality upon the girl’s beautiful face, so fair it was almost translucent.
Yu Tingwan no longer wished to beat around the bush with He Xuran.
It was quite tiring.
And she wasn’t in the mood to accommodate.
Yu Tingwan: "Even if it’s similar, it’s not the original puppet. My nature is stubborn, what I’ve cared about all along is the puppet and the person who made it for me."
"Why deceive oneself with a fake."
"Life is like walking barefoot, the more you carry, the more tiring the walk becomes. It’s not a joke for an adult to know, I have thin family ties, hence a small heart, knowing how to let go, unable to hold many people or things."
"Even on a rocky road without a retreat, I’ll grit my teeth and go forward. But if there’s a fork, given a choice, it’s not out of fear, but too much looking forward and backward. I’m not greedy, just afraid of losing out."
She smiled.
Yet the smile on her face was extremely subtle.
The girl stood very straight.
It wasn’t as if she had never been loved by her parents.
A child who had tasted sweetness wouldn’t crave the sweets in the peddler’s hand, having bitten into it, already savoring the sweet taste.
"There’s no such thing as identical objects in this world. If it could be replaced, it would only mean the original puppet wasn’t important enough to me."
He Xuran: ...
The statement was irrefutable.
Yet it seemed like Yu Tingwan was hinting at him.
