The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 28: See, He’s Dead Now

Yu Tingwan got her period at noon.

The pain in her lower abdomen became more obvious.

She curled up on the old wooden table, her dark hair covering her delicate features.

She didn’t know how long it had been before she slightly raised her eyes, revealing a face drenched in sweat and pale as paper. She reached out her hand towards a small piece of brown sugar, not even as big as her palm.

Yu Tingwan knew that when menstruation was painful, she should drink some brown sugar egg soup.

That day, she didn’t go out again.

The rain had been falling for two days straight, and the villagers of Linxi Village were complaining incessantly.

The mountain roads were muddy and slippery; Yu Tingwan wasn’t about to risk climbing the mountain in a hurry.

Finally, when it cleared up, she went out, found a half-old broom in the corner, and started sweeping the snow in the courtyard.

The two families were close; she could hear Wei Shouzhong’s voice next door.

"Where did these dates come from?"

Hui Niang, holding a needle and thread, didn’t look up: "I went to wash clothes in the river early this morning and ran into Widow Shi. She gave them to me."

Widow Shi’s son worked as a clerk in the county town, and their family’s condition was one of the best in Xilin Village.

She lost her husband early and it was difficult to raise her son, who is now doing well, but she was scared of being poor, so she remained extremely frugal and stingy. Even relatives looking for benefits would only end up empty-handed.

Hui Niang: "She wanted me to help make some meat sauce. Previously, when the Village Chief’s family held a banquet, her son really liked it and mentioned it several times afterward, but she couldn’t recreate that taste no matter how hard she tried."

She smiled: "Widow Shi said she’d give me eight coins, and I agreed."

This was income for the family.

There were only five dates, but they were big and round, looking delicious. They were probably bought by Widow Shi’s son from the county.

Hui Niang mended the clothes: "Husband, wash the dates and give them to Lang."

Wei Shouzhong didn’t listen to her; after washing them, he stuffed two into her arms and handed the rest to Wei Zhao, who was pretending to nap on the chair.

He looked at the handsome Wei Zhao, his eyes softening: "Eat. You loved dates since you were little, always climbing the mountains for them."

But back then, the wild dates on the mountain were lacking in water, small, and sour. None could compare to the sweet and crisp ones from Widow Shi.

Wei Zhao didn’t even lift his eyelids, his face expressionless: "I don’t like eating them."

Wei Shouzhong: "What do you like to eat now?"

Wei Zhao was indifferent and had no preference for anything.

Wei Shouzhong: "What does Lang eat in the military camp?"

Wei Zhao looked at him.

Unexpectedly, Wei Zhao responded.

His voice was flat, as if talking about someone else: "During the festivals, gifts are sent to me from the Capital."

Wei Shouzhong: ...

Starting to brag again, huh.

Wei Shouzhong didn’t expose him; instead, he went along with it: "Who would’ve thought our Lang was so favored. Those offerings are for the royal family."

Something in those words seemed to upset Wei Zhao, his expression growing gloomy: "They give small favors to make me give my life."

Why did it sound so resentful and malicious?

Wei Shouzhong sighed: "Over the years, I’ve often heard it said outside that the Wei Family Army has a great reputation and that the Great General treats his men well, ensuring they have enough to eat and even paying out of his own pocket for meat."

What kind of place is the border?

The wind and sand are harsh, and life is tough.

Where else do soldiers in other camps get such treatment? Their duty is to protect the people, to risk their lives without hesitation.

But the Wei Family Army is different.

The young General Wei once said,

"Here, we don’t have the rule of trading blood and flesh for peace; the lives of the people matter, and so do yours! Your parents and brothers are waiting for you to return. You must go to war alive and come back alive."

Wei Zhao said indifferently: "The cook often made special meals for me."

"As long as there was no war, every three months, the Wei Family Army would go deep into the mountains for hunting, rewarding the top hunter handsomely, followed by a bonfire night at night."

As he spoke, Hui Niang stopped her work.

The couple listened intently, as if trying to glimpse their Lang’s life at the border through his words.

Wei Shouzhong: "What has Lang hunted?"

Wei Zhao looked at him: "A tiger."

Wei Shouzhong was shocked: "Really?"

His Lang was so amazing!

Wei Zhao: "I kept it alive."

Wei Shouzhong: ???

Wei Zhao: "Whenever we caught an enemy spy, we’d give it a meal."

Wei Shouzhong: ...

Alright, not believing this.

Wei Shouzhong didn’t expose him further: "What about the tiger?"

Wei Zhao lowered his eyes.

Wei Shouzhong understood; he couldn’t find a reason to continue bragging. He smiled and said: "When we knew you were chosen by the Wei Family Army, your mother and I were truly relieved."

He looked at the tall and strong Wei Zhao.

"That Wei General is a good man."

Wei Zhao smiled.

But it was a mocking smile.

"Is he?"

Wei Zhao: "But good people don’t live long."

He spoke coldly: "Look, he died, didn’t he."

"Who remembers him now?"

These words sounded strange, but Wei Shouzhong didn’t think much of it, assuming Lang was just saddened by the General’s mention.

"Who says that?"

Wei Shouzhong: "The dignitaries in Shangjing were heartbroken about it. Even the Holy Emperor canceled the morning court."

Wei Zhao didn’t speak.

Too lazy to say that those in the Capital are the most hypocritical, wearing a mask of false kindness.

From next door, Yu Tingwan didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but she heard everything clearly.

She forced herself to focus on sweeping the snow, trying to clear her mind, but at that moment, Hui Niang’s voice reached her ears.

"Husband, why are there fewer bowls in our house?"

Yu Tingwan froze: ...

They’re with me.

At that moment, Wei Shouzhong climbed onto the kitchen roof to do repairs: "Count them again, you must’ve placed them somewhere and forgotten."

Hui Niang frowned: "How could I count wrong? We have a set number of bowls; three are missing."

She searched all over, inside and out, but couldn’t find a trace, which was truly odd. It couldn’t be that a thief had come in.

Whether the Wei Family had a thief problem, Yu Tingwan didn’t know. But she noticed a few bowls imprinted with the Wei family name next to the courtyard wall.

The snow was still falling, with a layer of snow the thickness of a fingernail covering the bowls. There was still some brown residue on that small patch of ground.

Yu Tingwan: ???

Why did they all end up in her yard?

As she was thinking this, something happened above her. Yu Tingwan looked up, and something was thrown over from next door.

It landed beside her.

It was a half-eaten date, with bite marks still on it.

Yu Tingwan looked at the bowls and then at the date, half-angry, half-amused.

Meanwhile, next door, Wei Zhao frowned as he swallowed the date in his mouth.

The date was sweet, but to him, it tasted like wax.

He still had two in his hand; he didn’t want to hold them and didn’t want to eat them.

Wei Zhao casually tossed the two extraneous ones over the wall.

One landed on the snow, the other hit Yu Tingwan’s head.

The young girl clutched her head, feeling the pain.

Are they treating her place like a dump or what!

She wanted to go next door and ask Wei Zhao why he was making things difficult for her!

But when she saw what had hit her, Yu Tingwan thought maybe she could tolerate it a bit longer.

Yu Tingwan picked up the date and took a bite out of it in frustration!