The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 204 You're Hurting Me
With a warm and fragrant body in his arms, and the beauty he had longed for for so long, even Wei Zhao could not suppress his emotions.

He gazed at the girl's rosy lips; he had just felt how soft they were.

Perhaps unable to resist, he tenderly buried his head in the girl's neck and gently bit her.

It doesn't hurt, it's just a little itchy.

Yu Tingwan was caught off guard by his action and let out a soft cry.

Her voice was already beautiful, and on the couch, it seemed to become even softer and more alluring.

Yu Tingwan didn't even have time to complain.

She can't eat it, so what's there to bite?

But Wei Zhao didn't know why, his body was very hot, and even his breath was hot.

"Don't scream."

Wei Zhao let out a soft gasp: "It's reacting."

Yu Tingwan: ?
Didn't understand.

But she felt the atmosphere was excellent!

Yu Tingwan cleared her throat, not minding that he was being too rough: "We just kissed."

"That's too fast."

She offered her suggestions.

"Want to try again?"

The golden peony shone brightly, but it paled in comparison to the girl beneath her. She was beautiful, but a beauty mark at the corner of her eye added to her delicate charm.

It seems like... a crabapple tree waiting to be ripened by him.

Yu Tingwan obediently replied, "I'm ready."

Wei Zhao's eyelids twitched; he was almost laughing in exasperation.

Finally, he insisted on getting up and went to the yard to get some fresh air.

Yu Tingwan didn't quite understand.

However, he didn't seem to be unwell.

The girl walked over with a clattering sound, without saying a word.

Wei Zhao: "Stay away from me."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ? ?
"You're being very hurtful."

She didn't offer herself up as a bedmate!
All I wanted was a kiss! It's not like I committed a serious crime.

Wei Zhao's eyes were dark and deep, and he used the hem of his robe to cover the abnormality below his body.

"I didn't want to hurt you."

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The next day, the sky was overcast, and a torrential downpour poured down like a waterfall, seemingly without end. Large raindrops pounded on the well, creating ripples of varying sizes.

Wei Shouzhong woke up early in the morning, put on a straw raincoat, and swept the water in the yard out.

Smoke curled from the kitchen chimney. Hui Niang finished cooking porridge, then hurried out the door with her umbrella over her head.

Thunder rumbled, and the streets were nearly deserted, with only a few vegetable vendors squatting around. A single step would splash water and soak your cotton shoes.

Hui Niang went straight to the pork shop.

Due to the bad weather, there were few people around the shop, and business was dismal.

What would the guests like?

The butcher also wanted to pack up and go home as soon as possible: "If you buy a lot, I'll give you a discount."

After considering it, Hui Niang decided that aside from returning the meat to the Zhao family, it would be raining for the next few days, making it inconvenient to go out, and it would be cold, so storing it wouldn't spoil.

She ordered half a pig's leg, pork shoulder, and some lard to take home and render into oil. She used the rendered oil for stir-frying, and the pork cracklings were sprinkled with salt for a crispy texture.

After paying, they threw everything into the basket on their backs.

Hui Niang bought a few more fish and kept them in a water tank so that she could eat them whenever she wanted.

On the way back, I happened to run into someone buying beef.

She didn't plan to buy it.

I noticed the tripe on the side looked very fresh, and after thinking about it, I decided to buy it all.

In the past, we probably wouldn't have eaten meat more than a few times a year, but now that our family is better off, we can't afford to have bad food.

My daughter-in-law is the most enthusiastic eater in the family, so we can't let her go hungry.

She wished she could cook every single dish she knew for Yu Tingwan.

Years ago, when Hui Niang was preparing wedding banquets, she would cook beef tripe. It tasted excellent when stir-fried with chili, and it was also quite good when used in braised dishes.

When she returned with the groceries, she knocked on the neighbor's door and returned the meat.

"I've already said no, no, why are you being so formal with me, older sister?"

My daughter is a very picky eater, and feeding her is always a headache. Yesterday, Zhao Niangzi cut some braised meat for her and mixed rice with the broth. She wouldn't let anyone feed her anymore, and she ate a whole big bowl of it.

She was overjoyed. Hui Niang said, "What are you saying? Take it quickly. If I ever need anything at home, I won't have the face to borrow it from you."

Unable to refuse, Madam Zhao had no choice but to accept it.

Hui Niang was about to go back, but she still casually asked a question.

"When will the old master arrive?"

Zhao Niangzi sighed with worry: "With such heavy rain, the road will be difficult to travel, and I don't know if we can get there today."

Hui Niang comforted her upon hearing this.

"The roads are slippery when it rains, so it's better to travel slowly or wait for the rain to stop. Safety first is the right thing to do; it's troublesome if something happens along the way."

That's true.

Zhao Niangzi nodded in agreement.

While the two were talking, Yu Tingwan woke up.

A luminous pearl sat on the table, and the young woman sat before her dressing table. She held a golden peony hairpin in her hands, examining it carefully.

He weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy. He wondered how Wei Zhao had managed to obtain it in such a short time.

very nice.

She liked it too.

Wei Zhao gave her many pieces of jewelry, but this one truly touched her heart.

Even the things men say at night make her...feel uneasy.

Yu Tingwan could hear her heart pounding faster and hear her helplessness. When she hugged Wei Zhao, the dependence that welled up in her heart was undeniable.

It has to be admitted that Wei Zhao sometimes... is a bit unfair.

Under the illumination of the luminous pearl, the golden peony hairpin also reflected a faint glimmer of light.

Yu Tingwan pursed her lips and glanced behind her.

He's still not awake.

Yu Tingwan held the mirror up to her head and looked at herself in the bronze mirror.

The bronze mirror was somewhat blurry, unable to clearly reflect the girl's beautiful face.

However, the brilliance of the golden peony is still evident.
So dazzling... it shouldn't have fallen into her hands.

So many years have passed, and she is no longer that little girl who would rather wear all her jewelry on her body.

Yu Tingwan looked away and pulled it off.

She was afraid of being targeted by thieves.

That's incredibly extravagant.

She would be heartbroken if it got bumped, knocked over, or lost.

She carefully wrapped it in cloth and took out the black box.

There were also silver hairpins wrapped in cloth inside.

It is my mother's only keepsake.

She gently placed the golden peony inside as well.

The box was small and looked quite ordinary, but it contained Yu Tingwan's most precious possessions.

The rain didn't stop all day.

Yu Tingwan did not go out.

The rain didn't stop the next day.

Yu Tingwan still didn't go out.

On the third day, the rain subsided, and there was some noise from next door.

A carriage slowly came to a stop, and Master Zhao got out of the carriage and helped the elderly man down.

The old man had a head of white hair, looked very thin, and had a stern face that exuded an imposing aura.

The driver said, "The journey has been bumpy, and I'm sorry to have troubled you two."

Master Zhao took out some money from his pocket.

"You must have had a hard journey."

The driver took a closer look and realized that the fare was much higher than what had been agreed upon.

Yes, it's always raining.

His frequent stops and starts took up several days of his time.

He accepted it with a smile, said some flattering words, and then led his horse away.

Hearing the commotion, Zhao Niangzi, who was inside the house, quickly chased after them.

"We've finally arrived."

When she saw the old scholar, her eyes glistened with tears.

“Dear teacher, it has been five years since we last met.”