The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 203 Don't do that, it's easy to cause trouble.
How did that old scholar choose them?
"Isn't it?"

"Their parents could only come over every few days to apologize to the teacher, and they had to be very humble. Although the old teacher was strict, he couldn't very well kick them out."

The Zhao couple would visit several times a month, and Zhao's wife would always hear him angrily mentioning the little girl.

It's... very interesting.

So much so that I couldn't help but mention it to Hui Niang today.

Hui Niang: "Perhaps she knew that her master's wife was sick, or perhaps her family had repeatedly told her not to make a scene, but she didn't do anything particularly outrageous. She was just very stubborn."

"He was clearly intelligent, but he hated reading."

"Other children treat books like treasures. But she tears them apart, folds them into flowers, wears them on her head, and runs to ask the teacher if she's pretty."

Books are precious things!

It's very expensive to buy.

Yu Tingwan found it amusing.

If she had a daughter like that, she'd be furious.

"It's likely that this has infuriated the old master."

"That's right, but she doesn't know she's wrong at all. She even said that her father is rich, and it's all because of her squandering it."

That's utterly absurd.

The old master immediately spoke at length about the wisdom of sages and virtuous men.

The little girl blinked as she listened.

When the old scholar stopped talking, his mouth was dry, she cupped her face in her hands.

"Did you understand?"

【"No."】

"Where did I not understand?"

【"all."】

The old scholar patiently asked, "Why didn't you mention it earlier?"

The little girl said in her childish voice, "It wouldn't be right to interrupt. You emphasized respecting teachers in your very first lesson, and I remember it all."

Hui Niang: "It's a waste of money. This tuition fee isn't cheap."

"On several occasions, the teacher was so angry that he whipped her with a rattan cane."

Yu Tingwan felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it: "If it hurts, you'll learn your lesson."

"That's not the case."

"The little girl's eyes were red, and her body was twitching from the pain, but she was still threatening and saying harsh words."

Yu Tingwan inquired, "What did you say?"

"It doesn't hurt, try pushing harder!"

Yu Tingwan felt that something was getting increasingly wrong.

Hui Niang: "But they are indeed rich. When a child goes to school, he is always covered with gold and silver jewelry, which makes a jingling sound when he walks."

"Before the person even enters the master's house, the people inside already know who has arrived."

Yu Tingwan: ?
She couldn't laugh anymore.

The girl put down her bowl and chopsticks.

The pleasure of listening to gossip has faded.

Goodness, after all that talk, it turns out she's the one who's in charge.

She was young then and couldn't remember many things, only the things that left a deep impression. But how could she not know about the jingling and clanging?
Yu Tingwan suddenly felt very tired.

She used to be somewhat of a scoundrel and deserved a beating.

It's not Nannan who's having a headache, it's clearly her.

Yu Tingwan still feels the fear of being oppressed by her teacher.

Even her palms started to hurt.

"but……"

"It's infuriating as it may be, but the old teacher taught her for many years. It would be a lie to say he didn't like her. The little girl is quick to understand, but she just doesn't use it for studying. Besides being mischievous, she's also surprisingly sensible, often running to cheer up her teacher's wife. Your Aunt Zhao said that later, when the little girl's family suffered some misfortune, the teacher still feels sad whenever he mentions her."

Hui Niang instructed, "Just listen to it as idle gossip. It has nothing to do with us, so don't take it to heart. When you see them staying next door, don't mention it."

With a sizzling sound, she poured the chopped vegetables into the pot and stir-fried them. She didn't notice the change in Yu Tingwan's expression.

She remembered something and said gently, "In this county academy, students can go home once every half month. In a few days, let's go together to bring A-Yu back."

The break was short, only two days, and students who lived far from home stayed at the academy.

Zhao Yong and Yu Shi have returned to the village to prepare for spring plowing. If Zhao Yu were to go back, he would likely spend the next two days on the road.

Hui Niang worriedly said, "I don't know if the child is adapting well."

She was about to say something more when she noticed that Yu Tingwan was in a daze.

"what happened?"

Yu Tingwan felt dizzy and lightheaded.

Hui Niang asked worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Yu Tingwan replied dryly, "I... am fine." Suddenly, she heard a laugh.

It came from the doorway.

Wei Zhao had been leaning there for who knows how long, or how much he had heard.

He was wearing a cotton coat that Hui Niang had made by hand. His face still looked sickly, but it had regained some color.

"Okay?"

Wei Zhao said quietly, "I thought you would feel somewhat ashamed."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

What do you mean!
Did Wei Zhao guess it was her?
Hui Niang was afraid that the wind and rain would blow on Wei Zhao and make him catch a cold, so she hurriedly wanted to let him in, but she was stunned when she heard what he said.

Wei Zhao rarely smiled.

But after staring at Shangyu Tingwan with a deathly gaze, he chuckled softly, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

She strode over with a menacing air.
"What are you laughing at! What's so funny? Am I a joke?"

Wei Zhao stared at her for a moment.

He was about to open his mouth.

He was then pulled away by Yu Tingwan.

Yu Tingwan dared not use too much force.

After all, Wei Zhao is relatively fragile.

After entering the house, she slammed the door shut.

Yu Tingwan glared at him: "If you dare to say yes, you're finished."

Wei Zhao glanced at her sideways, half-lying on her weakly, and said softly, "Then hit me."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

How can there be such a request!

You're only upset if I don't beat you up, aren't you?

She had already clenched her fists.

But soon, she became discouraged again.

The girl looked down at her shoes, her voice muffled.

"That naughty little girl is me."

Wei Zhao: "I know."

Yu Tingwan: "My master's wife was very good to me when she was alive. Whenever my teacher was so angry that he wanted to hit me, as long as I ran to her, she would always protect me."

“Back then, I was really struggling with the assignment to write an article about willow trees, but she encouraged me to write it and read it to her.”

Her voice lowered: "But I haven't been able to write it well yet."

Wei Zhao opened his lips, but couldn't utter a single word.

He straightened up, gently pulled her into his arms, and silently comforted her as he felt her body tremble slightly.

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into the night.

The crows outside have all gone to sleep.

As dusk settled, the faint sound of the night watchman's gong could be heard outside.

Yu Tingwan woke up in the middle of the night feeling thirsty.

But they found the lights in the room were still on, and Wei Zhao was sitting half-upright beside them, still awake, fiddling with something in his hand.

Yu Tingwan glanced over in a daze.

stunned.

It is a peony that shines with golden light.

The overlapping petals add a touch of elegance and sophistication.

Seeing that she was awake, Wei Zhao said in a gentle voice, "I've never seen anything folded from paper before, but this one in my hand..."

He turned and leaned closer, tucking the flower into the girl's hair.

"My wife looks really good in it."

Yu Tingwan neither cautiously reached out to touch it, nor did she immediately get down to look in the mirror with joy.

Her throat tightened, and her emotions surged.

"Husband."

She wrapped her arms around Wei Zhao's neck.

Wei Zhao didn't hesitate and pressed his body against hers.

His thin lips brushed against the girl's soft, rosy lips, his body stiffened, his nose filled with her unique sweet fragrance, his Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and he restrained himself from grasping the girl's delicate waist: "Don't do this."

He was speaking in a very low voice.

"It's easy for something to go wrong."