The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 53: Can’t You Hold Back?

Yu Tingwan had encountered people like this before. She had been harassed by thugs on the road, subjected to vulgar language, and they even attempted to grope her.

The assumption was that young women cared about their reputations. Even if they were bullied, they would have to swallow their grievances and not dare to speak out.

But was Yu Tingwan afraid?

She relied heavily on Hu Dazhu at the time and immediately reported the incident to him.

Hu Dazhu, taking Hu Dalang with him and carrying a hoe, went straight to the hooligan’s house and smashed everything.

Having learned from past experiences, no one dared to approach Yu Tingwan thereafter.

Clearly, reasoning with these scoundrels was futile; fists were the answer.

Didn’t Silly Girl give them an advantage, which made them so brazen?

"The Village Chief was infuriated and let his son give the guy a heavy beating. Perhaps knowing the pain, the scoundrel softened up and said he was willing to compromise, marry Silly Girl with some losses, given she could have a miscarriage, it showed she could bear children. He was worried about not having a son to continue the family line, but he wouldn’t pay any betrothal gifts."

Yu Tingwan: ...??

Isn’t this trying to get something for nothing?

What loss? It clearly means he couldn’t get a wife!

She frowned, "Marrying her off would only lead to more suffering, Silly Girl’s mother surely wouldn’t agree."

Hui Niang: "Exactly. The Village Chief scolded him for being shameless."

Yu Tingwan: "But staying in such a stalemate isn’t a solution either."

The previous incident of Silly Girl being bullied couldn’t be clarified and remained a muddled account, leaving Silly Girl’s mother no leads to pursue, but this time the evidence was clear.

Silly Girl was deceived by this beast into the mountains for indecent acts and had a miscarriage because of him.

This could be reported to the authorities.

But if the issue escalates, what good would it do for the mother and daughter?

Other villages would look down on Linxi Village, avoiding them when considering marriage candidates.

The village already had many nasty rumors circulating privately, some saying Silly Girl was promiscuous.

They might sympathize, but once personal interests were involved, then what?

This world could devour people alive, how would the mother and daughter manage in the village?

Besides, the Village Chief also hoped the situation wouldn’t escalate to that point.

Hui Niang: "The Village Chief wanted him to shut up and hand over half a tael of silver."

It’s not much, but it’s not insignificant either.

Yu Tingwan pressed her lips together.

Though it was frustrating, it indeed seemed like the best solution.

"Is he willing?"

Hui Niang: "The Village Chief has the skill to manage him. There’s no room for negotiation, willing or not, he has no choice."

As the two women spoke, Old Man Qian came over at that very moment.

He carried a medicine box. His cotton coat was dirty, with buttons fastened incorrectly, too lazy to fix it, looking as disheveled as ever.

Upon entering the courtyard, Old Man Qian saw Wei Zhao sitting by the door.

He leaned against the door, a crutch tossed to the side, looking down at the persimmon in his hands with an inscrutable expression.

Old Man Qian strode over, "Is this for me?"

Though not yet edible, it was at least Wei Shen’s gesture of goodwill. His efforts over the days weren’t in vain.

Old Man Qian felt gratified.

"Fine, I’ll take it."

But Wei Zhao slapped away his outstretched hand.

Old Man Qian: ??

He huffed angrily, "I’ve never seen anyone so stingy! Your family has so many persimmons, what’s giving me one? What, is the one in your hand made of gold?"

He leaned down, inspecting it closely.

"Your complexion doesn’t look too good."

Old Man Qian moved a table closer, set down the medicine box, and took out the pulse pillow, "Extend your hand."

Wei Zhao glanced at him, raised his right hand palm up.

Feeling the pulse, Old Man Qian was shocked.

The pulse had clearly improved the last time, but now it was so weak. As if it could stop at any moment.

The prescriptions he had carefully considered were perfect!

Old Man Qian frowned, "You kid."

"Could it be you overexerted yourself last night?"

Old Man Qian couldn’t think of any other reason!

"At your age, I understand on your wedding night you’re full of energy, but couldn’t you restrain yourself a bit?"

"Don’t you know the state of your own body?"

"If you lose control, reopening the wound is minor, but dying on the bed, it’d be so embarrassing if word got out."

Wei Zhao raised his eyes, his expression cold.

For a moment, Old Man Qian felt a chill on his scalp, shivering down his spine.

But soon after, Wei Zhao looked away. The overwhelming suffocation dissipated, as if it was just an illusion.

Yu Tingwan came out of the kitchen at this time, carrying steaming porridge.

Seeing someone by Wei Zhao’s side, she warmly asked, "Has Doctor Qian had breakfast?"

Old Man Qian had a peculiar expression.

Yu Tingwan set down the porridge. Though she doubted Old Man Qian’s medical skills, she had to let him take a look before going to the county town.

"My husband’s wound has been inflamed and severely swollen these days. He’s also been coughing up a lot more blood."

"His body is cold, even with a fire, he can hardly get warm."

This was something Yu Tingwan discovered last night.

Despite Wei Zhao falling asleep, she couldn’t help reaching her leg over, only to find him as cold as ice.

The blanket was obviously very thick!

"No appetite, eating too much leads to indigestion."

"By the way, after turning off the lights, my husband seems to have blurred vision, different from during the day."

In the middle of the night, Yu Tingwan was awakened by the sound of a chair being kicked over.

In the dim moonlight seeping through the window, Yu Tingwan saw Wei Zhao bumping his way out.

She quickly got out of bed.

["Tell me if you need anything, husband."]

["Did you get hungry because you didn’t eat dinner?"]

Then she heard Wei Zhao reply faintly.

["To deal with Fu Meng."]

It had been on his mind for a long time to deal with it.

Wei Zhao’s hearing was always better than most: ["I heard it cry."]

Thinking of this, Yu Tingwan felt a headache. Worriedly, she said to Old Man Qian, "He even has auditory hallucinations."

"He’s overthinking as well, always imagining he was exceptionally skilled in the Wei Family Army."

What’s all this about a Deputy General?

Yu Tingwan: "He even believes he’s that General Wei Zhao."

That general is dead, the body already rotted. It’s so ominous.

Wei Zhao almost laughed in exasperation.

If he had the strength, he would have crushed the persimmon in his hand.

Old Man Qian was astonished, "Is the illness that severe?"

He didn’t know how to treat it!

Old Man Qian looked at Wei Zhao, "You..."

He hesitated, finally pulling Yu Tingwan aside to speak in a corner.

"Why marry him? What were you thinking?"

"Are you hoping he’ll die soon?"

"Or is it because he’s handsome?"

Yu Tingwan frowned.

"Handsome?"

He’s not rugged or brawny at all.

Old Man Qian choked, then continued, "If you gave him a knife, he could slit his own throat. Aren’t you afraid he’ll harm himself and take you along?"

Saying that, he tossed a small pottery bottle to Yu Tingwan.

This girl had even convinced him to join in selling medicinal herbs to get rich. She really shouldn’t die.

"Keep it safe. I made it last night. If he ever has an episode and tries to hurt you..."

"Didn’t you ask for poison on the mountain to use on your aunt?"

"Your aunt can’t handle it."

No wonder Hui Niang called her a meticulous person.

Yu Tingwan listened to him with rising and falling intonations.

"But your husband can use it."