The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 258 - 255: Restraint

The spring scenery was gentle, and the movements inside the room didn’t seem to stop anytime soon.

Yu Tingwan was both sleepy and tired, and in a daze, she only remembered Wei Zhao getting up to fetch a cloth to wipe her clean.

He even applied some ointment.

It was cool and soothing, as if it could relieve the discomfort.

Everything that should and shouldn’t have been done was done.

All those marks were made by Wei Zhao.

He ought to take responsibility.

Yu Tingwan fell asleep directly without any mental burden.

She was woken up once by Wei Zhao in the middle of the night.

Yu Tingwan found him incredibly annoying. She was too lazy to open her eyes and just wanted to fight back.

But her fingers didn’t have the strength to lift, she was utterly exhausted.

Wei Zhao sat at the head of the bed, pulling the girl into his arms. He found her a comfortable position to lean on: "You should be aware that trouble comes from the mouth."

"Since our marriage, how many times have you doubted me?"

More than she could count on both hands.

Characteristically fearless, she still chattered away on the couch. Though it sounded soothing, it was also cutting.

"In matters like this, I always need to prove myself."

"Was that just once?"

Yu Tingwan’s voice was a bit hoarse: "Could you be more restrained?"

Wei Zhao responded calmly: "I have considered it."

Yu Tingwan: ...

After a moment of pause, Wei Zhao said slowly: "If there’s a next time..."

Turns out he has some conscience!!

Yu Tingwan thought he would reflect on himself.

Then she heard:

"I won’t change."

Yu Tingwan: ...

Does he owe a beating?

Wei Zhao raised his hand to fetch the simmered black-boned chicken soup with angelica and snow frog.

"You haven’t eaten, rest after finishing it."

Despite being the one exerting effort, he didn’t show any signs of fatigue.

In his fitting casual attire, he appeared calm and restrained, revealing nothing of the variety he displayed on the bed.

If anyone was to blame for not eating, whose fault was it?

However, Yu Tingwan wouldn’t compromise her appetite by being petty about food.

The black-boned chicken soup smelled wonderful.

Wei Zhao: "Your stamina isn’t that great."

Yu Tingwan was indignant: ??

She stared at Wei Zhao in disbelief.

She was used to heavy work. Her strength always surpassed other females, and she could even carry a large bundle of firewood down the mountain.

"Just after getting off me, are you already picking faults?"

Wei Zhao: "I’m being honest."

Wei Zhao continued: "I didn’t even dare exert too much force, lest you faint."

Yu Tingwan let out a cold laugh.

She took a bite of the soup spoon at her lips in frustration.

How did Wei Zhao have the audacity to say such things?

He had no sense of his excessiveness.

Everything was fine as it was; even if he insisted on squeezing in, he ought to have stopped at some point.

But...

Yu Tingwan wisened up.

She was scolded enough! For talking too much before!

She kept quiet.

To prevent Wei Zhao from thinking she! Might praise him again!

Watching her eat delicately, Wei Zhao fed her with gentle movements: "This soup is nutritious. Have more, there’s plenty."

The black-boned chicken had been deboned, and inside were chopped red dates.

Yu Tingwan was indeed very hungry, her mouth full.

But upon hearing it was nutritious, she frowned.

"Have you eaten?"

Wei Zhao: "Not yet."

"What are you having? Surely not also chicken soup?"

Wei Zhao cocked an eyebrow: "Why, do you want to keep it all to yourself?"

Yu Tingwan furrowed her brow.

Her red lips tightened a little.

"Is that wrong? Once obtained, does it become worthless?"

Yu Tingwan spoke calmly: "This soup only suits my taste, saving it for later, you have to nitpick?"

Wei Zhao’s voice sounded from above: "Oh."

"Understood."

"I don’t need supplements."

"As it is, I’ve already overwhelmed you."

Saying this, he laughed joyfully.

Yu Tingwan: ...

She gave him a deathly glare.

If he figured it out, fine, why point it out, making himself look.

Possibly guessing her thoughts, Wei Zhao kissed her forehead.

"This is indeed something worth bragging about."

However, Wei Zhao was still decent enough.

He didn’t pester her again that night.

Day turned to dusk, replacing twilight under the tranquil night sky, daylight approached at a leisurely pace.

The drum beats started, and the temple fair continued as usual.

The Goddess Temple was bustling with people.

The father and son of the Zhu Family stood on one side, only after the lion dance ended did they accept the handed incense and candles, leading the way into the Goddess Temple with reverence, kowtowing to the benevolent Guanyin.

"Mr. Zhu is quite handsome. It’s said he was born prematurely, frail at birth, even the doctor said he wouldn’t survive."

But now, how vigorous!

No signs of ailment can be seen.

"Absolutely right."

"Not only is Old Master Zhu charitable, but Mr. Zhu is also a very kind person. Last time, I fell, and Mr. Zhu happened to see it. He wasn’t bothered by the dirt on me, personally helping me up, even buying me some buns for hunger."

"Mr. Zhu is good, just a bit naive. He lends money to those who ask and never hounds for repayment. Thankfully, the Zhu Family is wealthy, or they’d be bankrupt soon."

"Suffering losses is a blessing. Perhaps the deities, seeing his pure kindness, will bestow more fortune upon him."

Everyone chatted eagerly, as if wanting to praise him into the heavens.

Meanwhile, someone cheered: "This year’s lion dance is more spectacular than before."

Saying this, he noticed a boy running around, advising the nearby stranger.

"Is that your child? Keep an eye on him. In such a crowd, there’s no shortage of heartless individuals. A lost child is a small matter, but what if he gets kidnapped?"

The woman shivered.

Quickly grabbing her child to stop him from running around.

She scolded him harshly: "Bringing you out is because the Zhu Family selects boys at the Goddess Temple every year for blessings, not for you to run wild. If a kidnapper targets you, you’ll have reason to cry."

The boy, naturally restless, could only stand on tiptoe to look around: "Big sister is obedient, why didn’t you bring her?"

"Her?"

The woman’s tone was casual: "A girl will eventually marry out. Why should she come? Taking a cart here costs two pennies per head, back and forth it’s four. Your big sister staying home is just as well."

Those around heard and were unfazed.

The preference for males over females was the most common thing.

"No wonder big sister always says you’re biased."

"Is it wrong to treat you well? All the good food and drink are saved for you. How many times have I told you, you’re a boy. You have to make something of yourself someday. Can your big sister, just a girl, compare?"

"In a few years, we’ll marry her off and use the dowry to fund your studies, then our family can have a learned person. If you succeed, earning me the title of ’scholar’s wife,’ life will be grand."

On saying this, a smile stretched across the woman’s face.

As if her son had already done well.

Finishing, she enthusiastically spoke to her prior converser: "The theatrical troupe is really something, specially hired by the Zhu Family from Jiangnan. It can’t be poor, can it? In a few days, when they host the wedding banquet, I hear they’ll stir things up as well for the ceremony."

The topic quickly circled back.

"I hadn’t heard of any marriage alliance from the Zhu Family, yet a date is already set, the bride is truly fortunate."