The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 257 - 254: Daybreak

"I asked Wan Niang’s parents, and they said the two went out to seek medical treatment. They didn’t reveal anything else. The Wei couple are ordinary folks, timid in front of officials, and I’m afraid of scaring them."

Unwilling to disclose, but He Xuran can investigate.

But the result was the same as the Yu Family fire—no trace was found.

He Xuran was worried.

Is it the same group of forces obstructing his investigation, deliberately burying the truth?

Is Yu Tingwan in danger?

Perhaps guessing his concerns, Gu Fuju masked the coldness in his eyes.

"No."

He was overly certain.

He Xuran, though surprised, trusted Gu Fuju and did not question him.

He felt a slight relief.

The thick stack of papers on the table had already been read countless times by him, recording Yu Tingwan’s life experiences.

Finally, He Xuran handed it over to Gu Fuju.

In the Yu Family, the girl was well taken care of. But after going to Xilin Village...

The countless grievances and forbearance, when He Xuran saw them, it was as if his heart was being cut out.

She should have been cherished by the Gu Family.

He Xuran: "Does Big Sister know about Wan Niang..."

"Not yet."

Gu Fuju’s face grew darker as he turned each page.

The more he read, the worse his expression became.

Finally, he paused.

It was a portrait.

Drawn by He Xuran.

It was what he painted after feeling restless from the first glimpse of Yu Tingwan at the execution ground.

His drawing skills were already exquisite.

Just like the real person.

After finishing, he felt ridiculous and wanted to destroy it.

He couldn’t keep a girl’s portrait just because she resembled someone, it was truly unbecoming of a gentleman.

Yet, somehow, he still kept it.

With just a few strokes, the girl stood graceful and elegant, soft as jade and flower-like, yet with a straight posture and determined eyes.

Gu Fuju stared at it for a long time.

As if he could see the real person through the portrait.

She looked very much like a young Jiasan.

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Wuyang City.

The sky was gloomy, and firecrackers were set off in front of the Zhu Family’s house.

The sound of gongs and drums echoed.

A large crowd had already gathered.

The lion dance was to set off from the Zhu Family early, weaving through the street stalls, pausing from time to time, finally dancing all the way to the Goddess Temple.

The Zhu family’s servants hadn’t slept, busy beyond belief.

The people spoke with amazement.

"Wow, these lanterns are beautiful, hung one every few yards; wonder how many it takes, hanging all the way to our Childbearing Goddess Temple? Must’ve cost a lot of silver."

The servants of the Zhu Family stood straight-backed.

"This amount of money is nothing for the Zhu Family."

"Our young master has been having smooth sailing these years, all thanks to the deities’ protection. He’s to be married soon, a great joy for the household. Old Master Zhu was in high spirits and announced early this morning. Everyone must come back to the mansion to collect celebratory cakes and share the joy."

"It’s only natural, only natural."

"After Young Master Zhu gets married, he’ll add some chubby sons to the family, and the Zhu family’s blessings continue."

Unlike the exterior bustle.

Within an unremarkable little courtyard, the candles had burned more than half.

Yu Tingwan’s moist eyes full of spring colors, breathing heavily, finally catching her breath, only to have her lips sealed again.

This was going a bit too far.

He didn’t mind the dirt.

But Yu Tingwan did mind herself.

Wei Zhao didn’t even rinse his mouth.

"Look outside."

Wei Zhao suddenly said.

Yu Tingwan, puzzled, with tears brimmed at the corner of her eyes, reached her tender arm to lift the curtain.

He asked, "What did you see?"

Yu Tingwan: ...

He asked again, "Why aren’t you speaking?"

Yu Tingwan glanced at Wei Zhao, knowing his intentions, her voice lingering softly, "I don’t want to."

Yu Tingwan: "Going to sleep."

She patiently negotiated with him: "Is that alright?"

Could Wei Zhao let her go?

The man patiently asked once more: "What did you see?"

"Saw... saw..."

Yu Tingwan: "...It’s dawn."

...

But soon...

Wei Zhao’s face turned black as ink.

Yu Tingwan was surprised: "That’s it?"

She really couldn’t say Wei Zhao was all looks and no substance.

How long had it been?

Just... just...

Such a shame.

However, such things, more or less, hurt one’s pride, especially for a paragon like Wei Zhao.

Yu Tingwan couldn’t even care about the pain, gently soothing, "I don’t mind."

Wei Zhao couldn’t accept it.

"I won’t tell anyone."

Wei Zhao didn’t want to speak.

"Don’t feel bad, no man is truly perfect. You can read, fight, have skills, are stable... surely a bit of imperfection is natural, you can’t take all the good traits."

Nothing she said was what Wei Zhao wanted to hear.

"It’s good this way, saving time for both of us."

If only it was smaller!

Who else is as considerate as Yu Tingwan!

She tried hard to find excuses for him.

"Don’t mind such trivialities; maybe... maybe you weren’t like this before. You were great before. It’s just the injury afterwards affected your body."

Wei Zhao looked at her babbling coldly.

Yu Tingwan patted his shoulder: "If it bothers you, let Doctor Ge take a look later, worst case we treat it. Don’t avoid treatment."

She felt she hadn’t missed anything.

She was just about to get up to drink water, but he pulled her back.

Outside, the sun shone brilliantly.

The candles inside had burned out, leaving nothing.

The sounds of children playing in the streets spread out, and the festivities of the temple fair began.

The beat of gongs and drums brought rhythm, laughter and cheer unending.

Yet inside and outside the courtyard were two entirely different scenes.

"Enough, enough."

Yu Tingwan couldn’t imagine how absurd it was to suspect before that Wei Zhao might have fallen from the mountain and gotten injured.

Today, the excitement belonged to the citizens of Wuyang City, not to her.

She indeed couldn’t attend the temple fair.

Because she hadn’t even left the bed.

Never had work been this tiring.

The light inside was bright.

The begonia flowers, inherently fragile, couldn’t withstand destruction. Forced into bloom, they grew even more magnificently.

The girl’s hand, weakly grasping the curtain, left a few marks of sweat on it.

A strong arm.

Belonging to a man.

Pushed her back down again.