The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 45: Go Invite Your Bride Out

Voices came from outside.

"Who in the village keeps chickens and still manages to keep their yard clean? Only Shouzhong’s wife, you’re the most diligent."

Very familiar.

It was Li Lian’s voice.

Hui Niang didn’t expect her to come so early, quickly wiped her hands, and went to pour tea.

Li Lian stopped her.

"I know things are busy at your house. I’m just idle, so I came over to lend a hand."

When there’s a celebration in the village, everyone helps each other out.

She looked around and nodded to herself.

The snow on the ground had been shoveled into the corners early in the morning, and even the benches for entertaining guests had been wiped repeatedly and seemed to shine.

New red lanterns were hanging at the door. They must have been handcrafted by Hui Niang.

It was clear the Wei Family valued Yu Tingwan.

"How many tables will you have at home?"

Hui Niang: "Not many guests, if one table isn’t enough, then two." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Li Lian nodded, rolled up her sleeves and went to the sink.

"Auntie, the water is cold, let me do it." Hui Niang quickly spoke up.

"You handle your tasks, I have thick skin. Washing vegetables is nothing. Don’t be so polite, I’ve been craving your cooking for a while."

Seeing her say this, Hui Niang said nothing more.

In the kitchen, Yu Tingwan ignored the changes in Wei Zhao’s eyes, munching on sweet potatoes as she walked out.

The sweet potatoes were homegrown, exceptionally sweet and glutinous.

She approached Li Lian’s side and called out, "Mother-in-law."

Li Lian didn’t even want to respond to her!

Yu Tingwan stood next to her, also wanting to wash vegetables.

"Go away, today of all days you shouldn’t be doing work."

Yu Tingwan knew that in the countryside, it’s said that a new bride shouldn’t do laborious work in the first few days or she’ll be working hard all her life.

So she retracted her hands.

Just as she was about to walk away quickly,

Li Lian: "Come back."

Yu Tingwan: ???

Li Lian tightened her face: "Don’t you have something to say to me?"

It seemed like she didn’t.

Yu Tingwan thought for a long while, seeing Li Lian’s face darken, hesitated and said, "... Thank you for your hard work."

Li Lian: ???

All these days she’s been tossing and turning because of Yu Tingwan, yet she isn’t afraid of becoming a widow!

Li Lian lowered her voice, speaking rather tactfully: "Some things are not appropriate to say, but now you’re married, there’s no turning back."

Out of the corner of her eye, there was another figure in the direction of the kitchen.

Instinctively looking over, Li Lian saw the tall and elegant Wei Zhao.

The light cast on his bloodless face, giving it a somewhat broken appearance.

He was surprisingly handsome.

Just very dispirited.

???

Wei Zhao can walk?

Yes, not only could he walk, upon hearing Hui Niang tell him to take his medicine, he even plucked a peanut hanging from the evergreen plant.

It was at that moment, Wei Zhao received a deadly stare from Yu Tingwan.

Wei Zhao languidly.

After a moment’s pause, reluctantly, he hung the peanut back.

Seeing this, Li Lian’s eyes widened.

Yet a calm girl’s voice came to her ears.

"Mother-in-law, I’m not confused, I’m clearer than anyone."

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Yu Tingwan wasn’t allowed to work, but she couldn’t sit still, and couldn’t stand seeing Wei Zhao idle either, so she made him help with pasting festive papers.

Wei Zhao wasn’t really keen, but Yu Tingwan handed him half of the papers.

The young girl’s eyes were clear, without any hint of seduction or allure, just looked up at him like that.

"My mom used to tell me it’s tradition to stick these when getting married, the more they are stuck, the smoother the days will go. When my dad married her, if their home hadn’t been small, he would’ve bought every single festive paper in the shop."

"They were famously loving, never quarreling."

"My dad bought those red papers, but ours were cut by me personally."

She nodded firmly as she spoke, "We will surely be more loving than they were."

Wei Zhao: ...

Someone like him was a mistake from birth, destined to carry sin with every step.

He didn’t want to love deeply; he just wanted to die.

But with so many people watching, he couldn’t even die if he wanted to.

Yu Tingwan meticulously and seriously pasted the papers, working slowly, afraid of misaligning them.

She looked good, with red lips and white teeth, unlike a girl raised in the countryside.

Her temper, when good, was good, but when bad, it was very bad.

At this moment, she turned to glare at Wei Zhao, who wasn’t doing anything.

"Why are you dawdling with everything? Can’t you move faster? Don’t drag me down."

Wei Zhao: ...

Ha.

How could she dare to urge him when she’s so slow?

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By dusk, the Wei Family was bustling. Yu Tingwan returned to the old house.

Without a copper mirror, she whimsically did a simple bun, sat in the room calculating the time, waiting for fireworks from next door to come to welcome the bride.

Being her first wedding, Yu Tingwan was somewhat nervous. Just as she was about to change into her wedding dress, Aunt Wu came over with bags and packages.

Rushing along the way, she was slightly out of breath.

"Good thing I made it, Auntie will help you with your makeup."

"Such tasks shouldn’t fall on me, but your aunt can’t be relied upon."

She unfolded a bundle, inside were brow liners and lipsticks.

"Xiu Fen’s third brother just got married, the bride put on rouge when she came over, so I shamelessly came to borrow these."

Over there, hearing it was for Yu Tingwan, how could they refuse?

Yu Tingwan looked over with some curiosity.

Aunt Wu casually remarked: "You have a good appearance, if you doll up, you’ll be even more remarkable. When Lang from the Wei Family sees it, he’d ensure he treasures you at night."

She regretted saying it, given the state Wei Shen was in, what good could happen? It was really a downer.

But Yu Tingwan shamelessly nodded, thinking Aunt Wu wasn’t wrong!

After having her face made up and changing into her wedding attire, it wasn’t long before noises came from outside, followed by the crackling of firecrackers.

From outside came the elderly voice of the Wei Family uncle: "Lang, go quickly and invite your bride out."

Wei Zhao, looking sickly, was escorted by a group of people to the door.

It was his first time coming to the next door.

The old house seemed particularly dilapidated, yet it gained some life with Yu Tingwan living there.

Wei Zhao pulled at his semi-old wedding attire, seemingly oblivious, head down unbuttoning his coat.

It was still what Wei Shouzhong had disregarded his cold stares to put on for him.

Wei Zhao was very displeased.

Previously, Hui Niang said if it didn’t fit, she could alter it, but both the sleeves and pant legs were too short to be fixed.

Seeing him like this, the Wei Family uncle was quite troubled.

It was a day of great joy, yet he couldn’t scold or hit someone who was already so sick.

Hearing sounds, Yu Tingwan was eager to open the door, moving so quickly that Aunt Wu couldn’t hold her back.

She was anxious.

"Hey, the veil! The veil was forgotten."

How could it be that the groom should invite three or four times, allowing the bride to showcase her demeanor and shyness!

With a creak, the door was opened by someone inside. The girl with her makeup done, radiant like peach and plum, appeared before everyone.

Wei Zhao, looking melancholic, glanced at her weakly, then continued unbuttoning his coat.

Yu Tingwan stepped forward, brushing away Wei Zhao’s hands. She tenderly fastened the three buttons he had undone.

"So many people watching, don’t be like this outside."

Wei Zhao turned a deaf ear.

Yu Tingwan leaned in, whispering to coax him: "Don’t rush; be reserved. If you want to take it off, wait until we’re back in the room with the door closed and undress slowly."