The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 190: You and the Madam… Look Very Alike

Chapter 190: Chapter 190: You and the Madam... Look Very Alike

The air inside the carriage was stagnant.

The girl in his arms suddenly stiffened.

There was a charcoal brazier burning inside the carriage, yet her hands were as cold as ice blocks.

Wei Zhao handed a hand warmer to her, gently patting her back hesitantly as he controlled his strength.

He had never done such a thing before. Normally, he spent most of his time rubbing salt into others’ wounds.

Therefore, his movement was not quite skilled.

Yu Tingwan found it difficult to breathe, her reddened eyes filled with mist.

She looked up in disbelief.

"Do you know what you’re talking about?"

Yu Tingwan sat up straight, putting some distance between them. Her back was straight as a pencil, and her eyes were filled with intense anger.

Clearly...

Clearly she understood Wei Zhao’s character, and if he didn’t have evidence, he would never mention it in front of her.

But she found it absurd.

Even laughable.

How could it be possible?

"Wei Zhao."

Her voice was barely audible, carrying obvious resistance.

"Don’t joke with me about this kind of thing."

Wei Zhao sighed, "I know you can’t accept it."

"This is as far as I’ve checked."

Yu Tingwan widened her eyes, stubbornly meeting his gaze. She tried to detect any trace of lying in his eyes.

But still, there was none.

However, after a moment, her vision became blurry.

Glimmering tears welled up in her eyes, stubbornly refusing to fall.

"You’re talking nonsense!"

Mrs. Yu clearly loved her so much.

Memories surged forward.

There was a time when she threw a small tantrum, and Mrs. Yu gently laughed, pulling the little girl into her arms.

— "Yaoyao, why are you still angry? Your temper doesn’t follow mine, but your father’s."

She kissed the little girl’s flushed, angry cheeks.

— "Alright, wasn’t it just copying a classmate’s answers in a minor test? You rewrote it honestly afterward, didn’t you? Mother doesn’t blame you."

The little girl blushed even more.

— "But the teacher told on me!"

She was indignant and felt justified.

— "The classmate was willing to let me copy, handing it right under my nose. I was happy to do her a favor, so why did the teacher have to interfere so much?"

Mrs. Yu asked.

— "What did the teacher say to you?"

— "He said I was asking for it, always looking for a scolding."

Mrs. Yu was helpless.

— "You were caught on the spot by the teacher and didn’t admit your mistake. What did you do then?"

— "I told him to come back later, I hadn’t finished copying."

— "When the teacher confiscated your paper, what did you do?"

The little girl, with a childish and bossy tone, responded loudly.

— "I told him to wait!"

Mrs. Yu found it both funny and infuriating to hear that.

— "You’re really something..."

Never aware of how outrageous she was.

But this mischievous little girl was the result of her and her husband’s spoiling.

Only an untroubled little girl, never knowing a hint of worry, could be this carefree.

Children are still young, there’s no need to be overly restrictive.

They’ll understand sense gradually as they learn.

— "Yaoyao, you are like this..."

She didn’t know what she thought of, her eyes flashing.

— "It’s pretty good."

At least she won’t suffer any losses in the future.

However, the girl grew thorns, which were plucked one by one after the death of her parents, living in constant caution.

Yu Tingwan also thought of the fire disaster back then.

The sound of the explosion was deafening. She woke up from her nap, crying out in fear, as the scorching flames roared wildly. Mrs. Yu stumbled through the fierce flames and thick smoke to pick her up.

— "Yaoyao, don’t be afraid. Mother is here, and she’ll take you out."

But the beam fell, blocking the way out.

The girl’s tears could no longer be held back, and the sorrow in her heart crushed heavily down.

She stared at Wei Zhao with all her might and said once more, "You’re talking nonsense!"

After saying that, fearing Wei Zhao might say something, she quickly covered her ears, refusing to listen.

The carriage fell into a long silence.

No one knew how much time had passed before she spoke, very softly and with a sob in her voice.

"Even if... so what?"

"I’m still my father’s daughter, and that’s mother’s daughter."

Yu Tingwan thought.

Her parents must have lied about her age.

Maybe when Yu’s father married Mrs. Yu, she was already born.

The hand Wei Zhao had prepared to wipe her tears with, calloused, stopped in midair.

"Your father hadn’t been married before, and you’re not..."

Yu Tingwan had thought she could endure it.

She was raised by her mother; even if she wasn’t born of her, it felt as if she were.

But hearing this, she could no longer hold back.

What was going on?

Neither of them is.

The girl was dumbfounded.

Soon, she burst into tears with a cry.

The crying was heart-wrenching.

Usually, she was best at hiding her feelings. She kept the matter of the Hu Family in her heart, and Wei Zhao didn’t notice anything for so long, did he?

But now, Yu Tingwan felt so sad.

She felt she couldn’t bear it anymore.

This sadness wasn’t about her heritage, nor was it about her possibly being an abandoned child.

It was about her sadness for her mother.

Such a wonderful person, she must have yearned to bear offspring for her father, brooding over it.

Even after being reborn, how could she still be tormented by pain.

Yu Tingwan’s reaction was too intense.

Wei Zhao was somewhat at a loss.

He used a handkerchief to wipe her face.

"Do you remember? Long ago I told you, you resemble someone from the past."

Yu Tingwan remembered, and for that, she even punched Wei Zhao several times.

But she didn’t want to remember.

Wei Zhao spoke gently: "When the Grand Tutor was young, he passed through Ze County on his way to his post in the Capital, and his wife gave birth to a daughter."

"I was sort of his student; you and his wife... look very similar."

Since the first time he met Yu Tingwan, Wei Zhao had felt surprised.

But at that time, he only wanted to die.

Even if Yu Tingwan looked exactly like him, he couldn’t be bothered.

He didn’t continue, but Yu Tingwan understood.

Back at the clinic, she proudly pointed to the plaque above and told Wei Zhao that it was personally written by the Grand Tutor of the current dynasty.

She said.

— The Grand Tutor’s wife gave birth prematurely, and their daughter went missing for half a month. After being found, she was especially frail, suffering minor illnesses every three days and major ones every five days, everyone said she couldn’t survive. It was this clinic that saved her.

She asked Wei Zhao to rest assured and recuperate.

The clinic would certainly cure him too.

The girl was silent.

Wei Zhao thought for a moment, then added, "He Xuran calls the Grand Tutor brother-in-law."

Oh.

No wonder he kept staring at her.

Wei Zhao picked up the handkerchief again, bent slightly, making his gaze level with hers.

"I’m just guessing; it’s not confirmed. After saying so much, it’s not because the Gu Family is influential and I want you to recognize your ancestors and return to the family."

Though it’s a guess, there’s more than a small chance it’s right. Just missing one piece of evidence.

After laying so much groundwork, Wei Zhao finally got to the point.

"The fire at the Yu Family back then was very unusual."

This startled Yu Tingwan.

Yu Tingwan: ???

"My father didn’t have enemies."

Wei Zhao: "I investigated the records from that year, and the fire was strange, igniting mysteriously and impossible to put out."

Yu Tingwan quickly reacted: "Then... that fire disaster..."

Yu Tingwan found it hard to accept.

If...

If it’s really as Wei Zhao said.

If her true identity was what caused the tragedy?

She sat as if soulless, motionless. It was as if all her strength was drained away.