The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 153 Between you and me, someone always has to read the room.
Yu Tingwan got the answer from his reaction. She didn't ask any more questions and continued walking.

Perhaps the atmosphere was too eerie.

Old Ge chuckled and broke the silence, it was unclear whether he was speaking to Yu Tingwan or to himself: "The general will be fine."

They lack confidence.

Yu Tingwan agreed with this point: "That's right."

Old Ge: "Over the years, I've followed the general and pulled him back from the brink of death countless times, I can't even count them on one hand."

“He was hit by a poisoned arrow last time.”

"That poison is terrifying. Not only does it make your body stiff, but it also turns your skin bluish."

"See, everything's fine as usual."

Old Ge couldn't hide his worry: "Don't panic."

Yu Tingwan ate slowly: "I'm not in a hurry."

Old Ge went to see her.

Good guy.

He wasn't flustered at all, and even had a smile on his face.

Old Ge: ...

Do you even have a heart?

Does your previous statement that you were willing to die for the general still stand?

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As the two were talking, someone entered Wei Zhao's room. The shadowy figure respectfully presented the letter and then slipped away.

Wei Zhao didn't rush to demolish it, so Yu Tingwan and Old Ge came over.

Old Ge went inside to take the patient's pulse and assess the situation.

Wei Zhao looked listless, glancing at the people behind Elder Ge.

The girl stood to one side; she was naturally fair-skinned, but there was a noticeable bluish tinge under her eyelids.

He frowned and opened his mouth.

Old Ge saw this and understood the situation.

"do not move."

Old Ge pulled out a needle: "I'll speak for you."

He took a moment to turn his head and look at Yu Tingwan.

"The general said you were busy all night yesterday and must be exhausted. He wants you to go and rest."

To highlight Wei Zhao's thoughtfulness, he didn't hesitate to belittle himself.

"I don't think it's a big deal; even if you don't sleep for three nights, you won't die."

"But the general can't do it!"

Old Ge said with dramatic intonation, "He must have been heartbroken."

Wei Zhao:......

Feel……

I feel a bit nauseous.

He opened his mouth.

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Old Ge ignored the lip movements and continued, "Look, he's still complaining that I'm not speaking loud enough. He's afraid that I won't be able to express his feelings."

Wei Zhao:......

So embarrassing.

Yu Tingwan: ...

The girl tried to hold back, but she simply couldn't.

"what."

Yu Tingwan was overjoyed, but afraid of disturbing Elder Ge, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably: "I...I'll go get some warm water."

Old Ge's hands never stopped moving.

"General, look."

He told Wei Zhao to learn more.

"How happy Lady Wei is!"

Wei Zhao remained expressionless.

Is it possible that she's laughing at you?
Wei Zhao ignored him, not because he was particularly following the doctor's orders.

I was sweating profusely from the pain.

Anyone else would have thrown a tantrum long ago.

But he just kept his eyes closed, his hands and the veins on his forehead bulging.

Yu Tingwan, who had just stepped out the door, turned around and looked back. She knew he wouldn't die, but she couldn't bear to.

Until… Old Ge lost his joking mood, and his hands began to tremble: “Could you be a little gentler?”

Wei Zhao kept his eyes closed.

Mr. Ge suggested: "If you really can't bear it, you can slowly pull it out again."

Wei Zhao scoffed: "Tch."

Yu Tingwan: ...

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After Yu Tingwan brought the hot water, Old Ge began preparing for the medicinal bath.

Seeing that she was no longer needed here, Yu Tingwan went next door to catch up on her sleep.

She held the letter Wei Zhao had given her. It had been sent by Shunzi from the countryside a few days earlier.

After reading the contents, Yu Tingwan's eyes lit up.

The matter at my aunt and uncle's house has been resolved. It seems my mother and father should be coming back soon.

Fu Meng, who was facing the wall in contemplation, wanted to kick her out.

But before it could act, Yu Tingwan, who was already lying on the couch covered with a quilt, turned to the side and asked a question.

"when are you leaving?"

Hui Niang is timid; if she saw a tiger in the house, she would be terrified.

Fu Meng: ?

Leave me alone!
It was still quite disdainful at this point. Approaching the bed, it menacingly tried to frighten the girl.

The tiger's head was being held up by someone.

Fu Meng: ? ? ?
Yu Tingwan was surprised by how good the feel of the touch was.

"Let's discuss something."

She said softly, "There always has to be someone who reads the room between us."

"I have a bad temper, and I hope that person is you."

She became particularly reasonable when she said this.

"OK?"

Fu Meng: ! !

Why!
It was about to lash out and kick the person out of the room.

“Fu Meng”.

Old Ge's voice came from outside.

"The general is asking when you're leaving."

Fu Meng: ? ? ?
Don't even think about getting rid of it; this tiger only wants to follow you to the death!

Yu Tingwan patted the tiger's head.

"Think it over carefully, and remember to close the door when you leave."

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The snow has melted, and the road surface is a bit wet.

The countryside is always colder than towns and counties.

Zhao Yong and Yu Shi saw Hui Niang and Wei Shouzhong off at the door.

Madam Yu patted her sister-in-law's hand: "I've really delayed your affairs these past few days. I don't know how Ah Lang is doing. News is slow in the countryside, and we still don't know how Xiao Niang's case is progressing. You and your brother-in-law should go back soon."

Hui Niang said, "We're all family, so please don't be distant with me. I only have one nephew, Yu, and seeing him doing well makes me feel at ease."

Yu smiled, for she has always been decisive in her actions.

“The house is a mess. I’ll tidy it up first. Tomorrow, your brother and I will take A-Yu to town to pay our respects to the master.”

“His dropping out of school before was a last resort. Now that the matter is resolved, I naturally want him to continue his studies. Ayu feels the same way.”

She wiped her reddened eyes.

“I never thought Ayu was stupid; this child is clearly very hardworking.”

That's what's troubling her.

I wonder if the Master will agree.

Master Chu has never been one to be spoken to.

Yu suppressed her emotions: "I've written down the address you gave me. Once this is resolved, your brother and I will go see Alang."

Just as Wei Shouzhong was about to say something, someone in front called out, "Uncle!"

Shunzi spat out the tree root from his mouth and ran over.

Wei Shouzhong and Huiniang exchanged a glance, quite surprised.

Wei Shouzhong reacted quickly and called to the taciturn boy Zhao Yu, "Yu, come here quickly, this is the benefactor who rescued you from over there."

Zhao Yu stepped forward gratefully and quickly bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you for saving my life..."

He had only said four words when he was interrupted.

"Uncle Wei, Aunt Wei."

It was Hu Yaozu wearing a school uniform.

He had just returned from the academy and came here without even heading to Xilin Village.

He was exhausted from dealing with Master Chu these days, but he still managed to find time to inquire about Yu Tingwan.

Hu Yaozu was furious when he learned that she had taken her new husband to see a doctor.

The person I saw in town before was Yu Tingwan.

He was not wrong!
But he couldn't find Yu Tingwan.

Sure enough, as soon as they got back, they came straight to the Zhao family's house.

They had hoped to get some information out of the Zhao family, but instead, they ended up seeing Yu Tingwan's in-laws!
Hu Yaozu's expression was not good.

He came quickly.

"Where is Wanmei?"

He suppressed his anger, and his words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

“Uncle Wei, I feel especially sorry for what happened to your family, but you took advantage of my father’s absence to abduct a perfectly good girl from your family to be your daughter-in-law.”

"Is the Wei family son worthy of him?!"

Hu Yaozu: "I can sue you!"

Straight: ?

You're so awesome.