The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 119 She is Wei Zhao's true love!
While they were talking, Fu Meng made a move from the corner.

It walked outside, glancing sadly at the moonlight.

Keep going outside.

I don't know how many times Hu Dongxi has walked this road.

It went to the alley.

Feeling wronged, I squatted down in front of a tightly closed door.

His eyes were round and darting around, as if he could stare a hole through the door.

It's like a waiting-for-husband rock, remaining motionless in this position for the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

so annoying.

Fu Meng started to get irritable again.

When it gets angry, it starts digging holes.

But after digging a couple of times, Rong Di caught up with them: "Why are you here again?"

"I told you, you're going to scare people like this. Come back with me now."

Fu Meng turned his head, about to yell at him arrogantly.

Rong Di had no choice but to change his tune: "It's not that you're shameful. All the lights inside are off; the general has probably just fallen asleep. Do you dare disturb him?"

Fu Meng silently shut his mouth. He stretched out his claws and dug a hole in silence.

This expresses his anger.

Rong Di: "Don't lose your temper, or you'll get punished later."

"The pit you dug last time blocked the people inside from getting out, which caused trouble for the lady. The general must have been very distressed."

Fu Meng scoffed.

What lady? It doesn't recognize her!

She is Wei Zhao's true love!
Fu Meng raised his head high.

Old Ge went to find the list, and Rong Di also sent Shunzi on a trip, instructing his brothers scattered in various cities to first search privately to find the places where those people hid their gold and silver treasures, and then organize a trip to move them later.

Rong Di thought that he wasn't too busy at the moment, so he was willing to reason with Fu Meng.

"The lady and the general are sleeping in the same room now. Are you sure you can manage? After you damaged the ancient books that the general treasured last time, you shouldn't be allowed to go near his room anymore."

Fu Meng lowered his head slightly, just a little bit, which showed how unconvinced he was.

Rong Di: "I heard from Elder Ge that the general is young and vigorous, and he has a fondness for married women. Although it doesn't sound good, when fate comes, you can't stop it. He might actually be willing to give that girl a proper status. Right now he's receiving treatment, and maybe before he's fully recovered, we'll already have a young master."

Fu Meng found it noisy and didn't like hearing any of the words. If it had a bad temper, it would simply push people away with its head.

Just kidding, who dares to stop it from digging a hole?

If Rong Di utters another word, it will eat him!
Fu Meng angrily dug at the ground a few times.

Since Hu was courting death, Rong Di didn't stop him and simply watched from the sidelines.

But the blue crow hopped and skipped over.

"Gah! At the beginning of life, human nature is good."

Fu Meng gets annoyed whenever he sees it.

This wretched bird gets to spend every day with its owner.

Why can't it be?!
Without a second thought, Fu Meng was about to slap Qingya away.

But the crow, seemingly impervious to criticism, never learned its lesson. Remembering Wei Zhao's bedtime words, it tilted its head and said, "You've gotten bolder?"

It was nonchalant, yet carried a hint of pressure.

Even the tone of voice was imitated very well.

Fu Meng's claws froze in mid-air, a sense of fear of being dominated gripping him.

The last time Wei Zhao uttered those three words, he was starved for three meals. He was so hungry at night that he was caught by Wei Zhao while trying to sneak a bite to eat.

The time before last, it was made to stand facing the wall in repentance.

It truly had to face the wall in repentance, with a copper basin of water balanced on its head, not a single drop allowed to spill onto the ground. It could only face the wall, not daring to move an inch.

The last time before that...

Fu Meng silently buried it.

Disheartened, they were about to leave.

But before it even left the alley, it suddenly ran back.

No!

If he slunk away like that, where will his authority be?
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Early the next morning.

Yu Tingwan put the amulet into the sewn bag and handed it to Wei Zhao right under his nose.

Wei Zhao took it, his fingertips tracing the fine stitches: "Did you sew this?"

Yu Tingwan's eyes darted around: "Hmm!"

No!

She asked Hui Niang for help.

Her guilty conscience was written all over her face.

But the girl held out her hand to him: "I pricked my hand and it's bleeding, which shows how sincere I am." Yu Tingwan: "I will never break my promise to you."

Wei Zhao looked over.

There are indeed traces left by pinholes.

These days, Yu Tingwan has been using the frostbite cream he gave her, and it's been very effective. The redness and swelling have decreased significantly.

Yu Tingwan went to see him: "Aren't you touched?"

Wei Zhao uttered a single word: "No."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

She leaned closer: "Aren't you touched?"

Wei Zhao: "No."

Yu Tingwan persisted: "Be moved!"

Wei Zhao said expressionlessly, "I'm so touched."

Yu Tingwan heard what she wanted to hear, but felt it was somewhat sarcastic.

Wei Zhao gave a half-smile: "Do I need to remind you?"

"You've been sewing and unsewing repeatedly in the house these past few days. You haven't managed to fix it. In fact, you've made the opening even bigger."

Yu Tingwan blinked: "Could it be that I learned my lesson, woke up in the middle of the night and figured out a new skill, and sewed it up in one night?"

Wei Zhao bluntly stated, "No."

"If you really finish in the middle of the night, you will definitely wake me up."

Yu Tingwan: "Why...why did I push you?"

Wei Zhao: "You have to show off."

Nonsense!

Wei Zhao's eyes were indifferent as he mimicked the girl's usual gentle tone.

“My husband, look, I stay up all night for you. It’s nothing, it’s just staying up all night. I’d do it even if it meant going through fire and water.”

That's definitely something she would say.

She admitted it, but...

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

The girl remained silent for a long time.

She finally looked strange and nervously rubbed her hands together.

"I……"

Yu Tingwan: "I really am usually..."

"Is it so disgusting?"

Did she try too hard to cultivate the relationship?

But she never wastes her time internally.

It's definitely not her fault.

She said these methods would definitely be very effective!
It must be Wei Shen!
That's disgusting!

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After having breakfast, with Wei Shouzhong guarding the house, Yu Tingwan and Huiniang went out with great peace of mind.

"We agreed on this before, but it's been delayed for so many days. Fortunately, your father is here, so we can go out in peace. We must get you some clothes today."

Hui Niang was in high spirits: "I've already thought it through. I need to go buy a few more decent pieces of jewelry."

Yu Tingwan is not interested in jewelry.

After all, it costs money to buy it.

Good jewelry doesn't come cheap.

It's not a necessity, so there's really no need for it.

But she really couldn't wait to get new clothes.

As soon as she opened the door, Yu Tingwan saw the road where the soil had obviously been loosened and frowned.

Looking toward the source of the sound, a stone bench placed to the right of the door for people to rest and cool off under the tree had been overturned by some scoundrel and rolled into the middle of the road.

and many more!

Yu Tingwan focused her gaze and looked over.

Why is there a hole where the stone bench used to be under the tree?
The pit wasn't big, nor was it deep.

There were blue crows hopping up and down inside.

The crow jumped in: "The beginning of humanity!"

The little girl from the Zhao family next door squatted down and watched, her voice still sweet and childish: "Chu."

A blue crow leaped out: "Human nature is inherently good!"

Little girl: "Good."

The crow jumped in again: "Love married women, love married women."