The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 190 You and your teacher's wife... 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, but her hands were as cold as ice.

Wei Zhao placed the hand warmer in her arms, carefully controlling the pressure, and hesitantly stroked her back.

He's never done anything like that. What he does most often is rubbing salt into other people's wounds.

Therefore, the movements were not very skillful.

Yu Tingwan was having some difficulty breathing, and her red eyes were filled with tears.

She looked up in disbelief.

Do you know what you're saying?

Yu Tingwan sat up straight, putting distance between herself and him. Her back was ramrod straight, and her eyes were filled with deep annoyance.

Obviously...

She knew Wei Zhao's character perfectly well; he would never have mentioned it in front of her without evidence.

But she just found it absurd.

It's even laughable.

how can that be possible.

"Wei Zhao."

Her voice was barely audible, carrying a clear sense of resistance.

"Don't joke with me about something like this."

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

"That's all the information I could find."

Yu Tingwan stared wide-eyed at him stubbornly, trying to find a trace of a lie in his eyes.

But still nothing.

In just a moment, her vision blurred.

Crystalline tears welled up in her eyes, but stubbornly refused to fall.

"You bullshit!"

Yu's mother clearly loved her very much.

Memories flooded back.

Once, when she threw a tantrum, her mother gently and chuckled as she pulled the little girl into her arms.

"Why are you still angry, Yao Yao? Your temper is not like mine, it's like your father's."

She kissed the little girl's pink cheeks, which were flushed with anger.

"Alright, it's just copying your classmate's answers in a small school quiz. You rewrote it honestly afterwards, so your mother won't blame you."

The little girl blushed.

"But Master Ke said something about me!"

She was very dissatisfied and thought she was right.

"They were willing to let me copy their work, and it was right under my nose. I was happy to give them face, so why is the teacher meddling so much?"

Yu's mother asked.

"What did the Master say about you?"

—“He said I was asking for trouble, always looking for a scolding.”

Yu's mother was helpless.

"You were caught red-handed by the teacher, and not only do you refuse to admit your mistake, but what did you do?"

"I told him to come later, I haven't finished copying yet."

"What did you do after the teacher confiscated your exam paper?"

The little girl had a childish voice, but she spoke very loudly, like a fox trying to intimidate a tiger.

"I'll make him wait!"

Upon hearing this, Yu's mother felt both amused and annoyed.

"You really are..."

They have no idea how outrageous they are.

Unfortunately, the little girl's unruly behavior was entirely due to her and her husband's spoiling.

Only a carefree girl, who has never suffered any hardship, would be so oblivious to sorrow.

The child is still young and doesn't need to be restricted too much.

She should teach him the principles he needs to understand, and guide him gradually.

"Yaoyao, you're like this..."

Her eyes flickered slightly, as if she had thought of something.

"That's fine too."

At least I won't suffer any losses in the future.

But the girl was covered in thorns, which were removed one by one with great care after her parents passed away.

Yu Tingwan also recalled the fire from back then.

The explosion was deafening. She woke up from her nap in fright and started crying. The blazing flames were engulfing and leaping around. Her mother stumbled in through the flames and smoke and picked her up.

"Don't be afraid, Yaoyao, your mother is here. Your mother will take you out."

But then a roof beam collapsed, blocking the way out.

The girl could no longer hold back her tears; the grief in her heart crashed down.

She stared intently at Wei Zhao and said again, "You're talking nonsense!" After saying that, fearing what Wei Zhao might say, she quickly covered her ears and refused to communicate.

A long, deathly silence fell over the carriage.

After an unknown amount of time, she spoke in a very soft, tearful voice.

Even if... so what?

“Then I am still my father’s daughter, and therefore my mother’s daughter.”

Yu Tingwan thought.

Her parents must have lied about her age.

Perhaps she was already born when Yu's father married Yu's mother.

Wei Zhao's calloused hand, which was about to wipe away her tears, froze in mid-air.

"My father-in-law has never been married before, and neither have you..."

Yu Tingwan originally thought she could handle it.

She was raised by her mother; even if she wasn't her biological daughter, she was better than one.

But upon hearing this, she could no longer hold back.

What's going on?

None of them.

The girl was stunned.

Soon, she burst into tears.

She cried so hard.

She's usually very good at hiding her emotions. She's been preoccupied with the Hu family's affairs for so long, hasn't Wei Zhao noticed at all?

But now, Yu Tingwan is so sad.

She felt she couldn't take it anymore.

This sadness is not about her background, nor is it about the fact that she may have been an abandoned child.

She was sad for her mother.

She was such a good person; she must have wanted to bear children for her father and had been troubled by it.

Even though I've been given a new lease on life, why am I still tormented by pain?

Yu Tingwan's reaction was too strong.

Wei Zhao was somewhat at a loss.

He wiped her face with a handkerchief.

"Do you remember? A long time ago I told you that you were like an old friend."

Yu Tingwan remembers that she punched Wei Zhao several times for this.

But she didn't want to remember.

Wei Zhao said gently, "When the Grand Tutor was young, he passed through Ze County on his way to take up his post in Dingdu. His wife gave birth to a daughter there."

“I am also his student, and you and your teacher’s wife... look very alike.”

Wei Zhao was surprised from the very first time he met Yu Tingwan.

But at that time, all he wanted was to die.

Even if Yu Tingwan looked exactly like him, he couldn't be bothered to care.

He didn't say what happened next, but Yu Tingwan found out.

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

she says.

—The Grand Tutor's wife gave birth prematurely, and their daughter went missing for almost half a month. After she was found, she was extremely weak, falling ill every three days and getting seriously ill every five days; everyone said she was beyond saving. It was this clinic that cured her.

She also told Wei Zhao to focus on recovering.

The clinic will surely be able to cure him.

The girl remained silent.

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

Oh.

No wonder I kept staring at her.

Wei Zhao took the handkerchief, bent down slightly, and brought his eyes level with the girl's.

"I'm just guessing, it hasn't been confirmed yet. I'm not saying all that because the Gu family is prominent, or that I want you to go and acknowledge your ancestors."

Although it's just a guess, it's probably true. All that's missing is one piece of evidence.

After all that buildup, Wei Zhao finally got to the point.

"The fire at the Yu family's residence back then was very suspicious."

These words made Yu Tingwan's heart skip a beat again.

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

"My father has no enemies."

Wei Zhao: "I checked the case files from that year. The fire was strange, I don't know where it started, but I couldn't put it out no matter what I did."

Yu Tingwan quickly realized: "That...that fire..."

Yu Tingwan found it hard to accept.

in case……

If what Wei Zhao said is true.

So if her true identity is..., then that's what caused the tragedy?
She remained motionless, as if she had lost her soul, as if all her strength had been drained away.