The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 194 Pierces His Heart
As dawn broke, Elder Ge prepared the medicinal herbs and went to wake Wei Zhao.

But as soon as she arrived at the pharmacy, the door was opened by the people inside.

It was Yu Tingwan who came out.

The girl, with a bare face and having slept well to replenish her energy, had a rosy complexion and peach-like cheeks.

Old Ge was astonished, his gaze falling on the cotton-padded coat the girl was wearing.

Men's style.

It belongs to the general.

Mr. Ge: ? ? ?

I told you all to sleep separately, why are you still crammed together!

Can't you just put up with it?

Wei Zhao's condition precludes sexual intercourse.

Unfortunately, excessive internal heat can easily lead to trouble.

How could you be so insensible?

His brows furrowed tightly, and he prepared to turn around and remind Wei Zhao.

When Yu Tingwan came over yesterday, she was only wearing a thin undergarment. It was raining outside and there was a chill in the air. After waking up, she casually picked up one of Wei Zhao's clothes from the pharmacy and put it on.

She noticed that Old Ge's expression was off. The way he looked at her also revealed a strangeness that had been obvious before.

Just as Yu Tingwan was about to ask what was wrong, she heard a noise from next door.

Wei Zhao opened the door and stepped out.

He walked very slowly, his expression extremely indifferent. He brushed past the two of them and went straight into the pharmacy without leaving a single word or even glancing at the beautiful girl.

Mr. Ge: ?
He found it rather strange.

"I can ignore me all I want, but why are you ignoring me too?"

Soon, he reacted.

"Wait a minute! Why did the general come out of your room?"

Yu Tingwan frowned: "I don't know either."

Mr. Ge: ?
Seeing Yu Tingwan like this, his head throbbed with pain.

Did you?! You made him angry again!
Can't you just give way to the general?
However, he was relieved.

The general is steady and has strong self-control; he is a man who can accomplish great things, unlike those playboys in the capital who only care about romance and don't consider the consequences.

Yu Tingwan was also quite distressed about this: "Yesterday should have been fine, but she suddenly turned cold as we were talking."

He even gave a cold laugh.

The man pushed her away, got up, and went to the next room.

Useless and holds grudges.

Tick ​​tock.

The downpour had stopped, but water was still dripping from the eaves. After a night of pounding, shallow puddles had formed in the muddy ground.

Yu Tingwan: "I feel guilty."

She said gravely, "It probably hit a nerve."

Otherwise, Wei Zhao wouldn't have gotten so angry.

Old Ge was puzzled.

What did you poke?

I don't know if it was because the ground was wet from the rain and that was annoying, or if it was because he's getting old and can't stop worrying.

"Our general has no weaknesses whatsoever!"

"If you point out anything wrong with him, not only will he be unhappy, but I will also have a good argument with you."

He did not receive a reply from Yu Tingwan.

And then they heard a chilling voice coming from inside.

"Aren't you coming in yet!"

So, Old Ge went in to prepare a medicinal bath for him, and Yu Tingwan was locked outside once again.

He wouldn't take off all his clothes for a medicinal bath, and now he won't let her see them at all.

Fortunately, having seen it once, Yu Tingwan didn't really want to see it again.

The pharmacy was large, and Old Ge poured the boiled herbs into the bath tub one by one.

Amidst the rising steam, he turned around, intending to help Wei Zhao, who was seated in the grand chair, to move.

Wei Zhao: "How much longer?"

Old Ge: "What?"

Wei Zhao was weak and feeble, but he could walk steadily, though he had difficulty lifting heavy objects.

He succinctly stated: "Restore internal energy."

Old Ge said seriously, "These things can't be rushed."

“I know that the general is weak and powerless, and even picking up a pen is difficult for him. This has caused many delays and must be inconvenient for him.”

He suddenly remembered that the two of them were sleeping in separate rooms.

His eyelids twitched.

Understood.

"Why be so reserved, General?"

Return your internal energy.

Why not just ask when your stamina will recover?

As for what he does to regain his strength, he doesn't ask any further questions.

Old Ge smiled, but when he met Wei Zhao's dark eyes, he immediately fell silent.

Wei Zhao: "What do you want to say?"

I didn't intend to say anything.

I wanted to make fun of you. To make fun of you for being a virgin/a prostitute.

But Old Ge dared not say.

Wei Zhao's tone was not good: "As soon as possible."

Old Ge: "Yes."

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Yu Tingwan was unaware of what was happening here.

She went back next door and changed into her own cotton-padded coat.

Fu Meng arrived while she was having breakfast.

I don't know where they went to have fun. They weren't covered in mud, but their paws left footprints with every step, and their fur was wet and dripping.

It quickly retracted its foot.

The very clean paw pads were washed thoroughly before being brought back into the house.

It walked in, shook itself, and headed towards Yu Tingwan. Seeing the white steamed buns in Yu Tingwan's hands, it raised its head and turned its nose to the sky.

It just so happens that it didn't eat breakfast and was hungry.

Fu Meng gave Yu Tingwan a wink.

It hoped that Yu Tingwan would adopt the correct attitude and offer it with both hands.

Rather...

Yu Tingwan is not a perceptive person at all.

She took a bite.

"There's some in the kitchen, go get it yourself."

Fu Meng: ?

It raised its paw pads, revealing its sharp claws and teeth, ready to teach Yu Tingwan a lesson.

A 'snap' sound.

He was knocked down by Yu Tingwan.

Fu Meng couldn't believe it.

Yu Tingwan was a little thirsty. She picked up the teacup, but it was empty. She had to go to the kitchen to get another one.

She looked outside, not wanting to move.

Yu Tingwan: "I heard you can pour water?"

Fu Meng stood proudly upright; it was quite outstanding.

It roared at Yu Tingwan.

Don't think that a few words of praise will make it forget about being beaten. It'll get what's coming to it later!

Yu Tingwan took another bite, her words muffled: "I don't believe it."

Fu Meng: ?

Why don't you believe me?
Besides pouring tea, it can do many other things.

Tiger isn't just someone who causes trouble. It was getting impatient and didn't want Yu Tingwan to look down on it.

Yu Tingwan: "Unless you do it and let me see."

Fu Meng glared and paced back and forth fiercely.

What a joke.

Yu Tingwan told it to do it, and it did?

That would be so embarrassing for it.

Yu Tingwan tilted her head: "Sure enough, Wei Zhao exaggerated."

“You have a bad temper, so your subordinates will always blindly flatter you. Once many people say it, he'll start to believe it.”

"You too, how dare you impersonate someone else?"

"The crow must have learned some words recently, it keeps calling people 'wife,' and everyone on the street is actually its wife."

Fu Meng felt slighted, and Yu Tingwan even compared it to the blue crow.

Can it accept this?

Yu Tingwan said quietly, "Forget it, I can't make things difficult for you, let you really prove it."

"Isn't this putting you in a difficult position?"

Fu Meng?!

Don't stop it.

Fu Meng exhaled hot air from his nose and threw it out sharply. He quickly swallowed a pot of warm water and went inside. His tiger eyes scanned the room and saw that Yu Tingwan was holding a cup.

Exactly!

He strode over and squatted down.

He kept biting the handle, with the spout facing the teacup. He tilted his head, causing the kettle to tilt and the water to spill out.

It stopped when it was about eight-tenths full.

Not a single drop was spilled.

It's clear that it has done this many times before.

Fu Meng was about to stand up and look down at Yu Tingwan.

Did you see that clearly?
It was about to roll its eyes dismissively.

But he didn't receive any praise from the girl.

Yu Tingwan picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Continued Cup."

Fu Meng: ...

It seems like it's been tricked.