The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 239 Take her with you
In the days that followed, Wei Zhao frequently went out.

Yu Tingwan often woke up in the morning to find him gone, only to return when it was almost dark.

She said nothing.

Wei Shouzhong and Huiniang didn't say anything.

This situation continued until a long spring rain.

As evening fell, Yu Tingwan was helping Hui Niang make dumplings.

The fillings are pork and cabbage, and also mushroom and shrimp. They also contain freshly fried and chopped pork cracklings.

It smells incredibly delicious.

"With the imperial examination just around the corner, the headmaster of the academy personally came to invite Master Sun to oversee the proceedings."

Hui Niang said gently, "I think what you, Master Zhao, mean is to let our A Yu take the exam again. I don't expect him to do well, but it would be good for him to get familiar with the exam beforehand."

"These days must have been tough and tiring."

“Your Aunt Zhao was worried that Old Master Sun was getting old and his teeth weren’t good, so she went to deliver his meals every day.”

She glanced at the package that had been wrapped up earlier.

There are quite a few.

"Why don't we send all of these to your aunt? That'll be enough for her and Nannan, so she won't have to cook anymore."

The girl was struggling with the dough in her hands.

She's not very good at wrapping things.

So it looks ugly when wrapped up.

Unlike Hui Niang, who was skillful and could make round, plump dumplings that wouldn't break or leak filling, making them look pleasing to the eye.

Upon hearing this, she looked up and smiled at Hui Niang, her expression both obedient and gentle.

"Okay, I'll go tell my aunt right away."

She dusted the flour off her hands, then carried the cooked dumplings next door. Her departing figure was filled with joy.

Hui Niang saw it all, but... she felt troubled inside. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

When Yu Tingwan arrived, Zhao Niangzi was already preparing firewood and a hot pot. She was delighted after learning the purpose of her visit.

"Okay, then I'll take a break this time too."

She didn't mince words: "Your mother's dumplings are never bad."

She simply picked up her daughter and locked the door.

“I’ll take it to the academy to cook right away.”

"Otherwise, if you cook it at home, it'll be too soupy to carry around."

"We'll eat together at the academy later. My little girl said she wanted to eat candied hawthorns this morning, so I'll bring you a skewer on the way back."

It's a coaxing tone.

Yu Tingwan didn't know how things had developed to this point.

Ever since Master Sun came, Madam Zhao has treated the Wei family like relatives.

Sometimes, she even shares in whatever her daughter has.

Yu Tingwan couldn't resist the temptation: "Then I want the one with lots of frosting."

"The hawthorns should be large; the small ones are sour."

They have a good eye for choosing.

Having just seen Zhao Niangzi off, Yu Tingwan returned to the Wei family. Hui Niang brought out quite a few more packages.

After the dumplings are made, put them in the pot to boil until they all float to the surface.

Yu Tingwan then went to call Wei Shouzhong for dinner.

Wei Shouzhong was tending to the small plot of land in the courtyard.

It had rained, and the ground was wet; his hands were covered in mud.

After washing up, the three of them sat down together.

Yu Tingwan didn't mind the heat; she blew on it and was about to take a bite.

Wei Zhao returned from outside at this time.

He has been appearing and disappearing mysteriously these past few days, and Hui Niang is very happy to see him.

"Have you eaten? There's still plenty left in the pot, I'll go get you some."

Wei Zhao's eyes were deep and somber.

His Adam's apple bobbed, but he did not respond.

As dusk settled and another rain fell, the light became dim. He stood at the doorway, blocking out most of the light.

Wei Zhao's gaze shifted from Hui Niang to Wei Shouzhong, and finally settled on Yu Tingwan.

He heard himself speak.

His voice was somewhat low and hoarse.

"I have to leave tomorrow."

This sentence sounds simple, but everyone in the room knows what it means.

The soup spoon slipped from Yu Tingwan's hand.

There was a loud "bang" sound.

The empty bowl that was just in Hui Niang's hand shattered into four pieces on the ground in an instant.

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The rain outside started again sometime earlier, becoming impatient and pattering down in a annoying way.

It was pitch black outside.

Hui Niang tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, lost in thought, she sat up abruptly. Wei Shouzhong, too, felt heavy-hearted.

Seeing her like this makes me feel even worse.

He could only offer a wry smile and offer words of comfort.

"You should have noticed something these days; that child's identity is probably not simple. We can't keep him here."

“I know that when you picked him up, you wanted to treat him as your son, to deceive yourself that your son was still alive. But Hui Niang, he is not your son after all.”

There were no lights on inside.

Hui Niang couldn't see anything.

She never regretted saving Wei Zhao.

But after spending so much time together, she truly treated him like a son. She couldn't bring herself to use him to force him to stay by her side.

However, Hui Niang suppressed her bitterness.

She heard herself murmur.

"What happened to Mother that night?"

Wei Shouzhong was stunned.

Yes.

What will happen to the stepmother now that the person is gone?

Before he could react, Hui Niang hurriedly got off the bed.

The houses across the street were brightly lit.

The atmosphere inside was somber.

The girl had her back to Wei Zhao and remained silent.

The flame flickered slightly as she adjusted the wick with her hairpin.

"It was a last-minute decision. I've finally heard from an old friend I've been looking for, so I have to go visit him."

Wei Zhao couldn't see Yu Tingwan's expression clearly.

"After leaving, I won't be back for a while. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll return to the capital."

There is a lot to do.

He can't keep using the identity of faking his death forever.

It's time to go back too.

Yu Tingwan knew that day would come sooner or later, but when it actually arrived, it felt like it came very quickly.

She suppressed her turbulent emotions, her hand gripping the hairpin turning slightly white: "Should we pack our bags and luggage?"

Wei Zhao frowned, about to speak.

Then I heard footsteps approaching from afar.

It was quickly replaced by the sound of knocking on the door.

He composed himself and went to open the door.

It's Hui Niang.

Hui Niang arrived in a hurry, without even wearing an outer garment.

Wei Zhao frowned, about to let her in to prevent her from catching a cold.

Hui Niang, however, gripped his hand tightly.

Wei Zhao disliked being touched by outsiders; even his mother, the Duchess of Shun, rarely showed such intimacy.

But he couldn't break free.

Hui Niang said urgently, "Child, although Wan Niang is my Wei family's daughter-in-law, I chose her for you, and you were the one who went through the wedding ceremony with her. These days, the two of you have been living in the same room."

"I don't know where you're going."

“But Wan Niang is a good girl, and she has taken good care of you. You should be grateful for her kindness.”

Yu Tingwan's eyes widened; she hadn't expected Hui Niang to have come for her.

Wei Zhao said gently, "I will take her with me."

Hui Niang didn't let up, staring at him intently: "Wan Niang has suffered so much these past years. I only want one thing from you: if you take her away, can you treat her well?"

“If you can do that, you can take the child away. I don’t expect anything in return. I just want you to be happy. But I’m afraid that the child will suffer injustice in an unfamiliar place.”

"You see, he's a promising person."

"I'm just a country woman, not very knowledgeable, but I know that most capable men have multiple wives and concubines. You..."

Seeing that she was emotional, Wei Zhao helped her sit down and said, "I won't."

Then he glanced at Yu Tingwan, who slowly moved closer to Hui Niang's side.

faint.

"I wouldn't dare."

Hui Niang thought for a moment.

Yes.

Wei Zhao was always the one who got hammered.

Wei Shouzhong caught up with them at this time.

He was a little reserved: "She's just worried."

Hui Niang's voice drowned out his: "She calls me 'Mother,' and her mother-in-law passed away early, so I have to make some plans for her."

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