The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 38 You... touched a nerve.

Even though she was telling the truth, Yu Tingwan still managed to provoke Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao stopped talking to her and even pulled the blanket from Yu Tingwan's hand and pressed it under his body, closing his eyes and ignoring her.

This is a very serious matter.

But... Yu Tingwan didn't care.

She sat on the edge of the bed and poked Wei Zhao's back with her fingertip.

"How many times has he vomited blood?"

Wei Zhao let out a muffled groan.

He lifted his eyelids, his eyes revealing no emotion: "You..."

Wei Zhao had this expression when she said she was poor last time!

It's an unpleasant memory.

It still makes me sad to think about it now.

Yu Tingwan frowned and interrupted, "If it's unpleasant to hear, then don't say it."

She added, "Spitting blood is no small matter; how could you hide it from your aunt and the others?"

Wei Zhao did not respond.

Yu Tingwan seemed thoughtful, guessing that Wei Shen must be afraid of frightening her parents. Even if Hui Niang and Wei Shouzhong knew the mountain path was impassable, what could they do? They could only worry helplessly.

He put his heart into it.

Yu Tingwan: "I understand."

“You didn’t hide anything from me. First, you didn’t want to drag me down and were trying to make me back down. Second, you didn’t treat me like an outsider.”

Wei Zhao wanted to die: ...

No, you don't understand.

Yu Tingwan is good at understanding people's feelings.

"I would have done the same if I were you."

"But you were careless. Blood dripped in the yard just now. If they had seen it, you would have been exposed."

The girl said calmly, "But don't worry, I covered for you. I buried you in snow before you came in."

Thank you so much.

Wei Zhao refused to communicate with Yu Tingwan.

Yu Tingwan was not disappointed to see him like this.

When Xiao Xu first entered the household, Hu Dalang disliked her appearance and never gave her a kind look over the years. However, the noise she made in the house at night was always quite loud, and now she even has a child.

His situation is different from that of Wei Shen and his wife.

She is fairly good-looking.

In all accounts, Wei Shen got the better deal.

Even if they don't express their love for each other in the future, they can still treat each other with respect.

Yu Tingwan nudged Wei Zhao again: "All couples are unfamiliar with each other at the beginning, you have to get used to it."

"This is my first time being a wife, I don't have much experience. If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, then you..."

The little girl paused.

She's always been reasonable; she only argues with people when she's really provoked. Unless Wei Shen does something to annoy her, she'll never let him feel uncomfortable!
She said softly, "Then you should reflect on your actions."

No one had ever said such a thing to Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao has a hundred ways to make people wish they were dead, and people who fear him are as numerous as carp crossing a river.

Every word Yu Tingwan spoke tested his patience.

It's quite fresh.

The young girl was very magnanimous: "I know you're not feeling well, and it's understandable that you might be a little temperamental. I won't hold it against you."

She poked Wei Zhao again.

As she spoke, she noticed that the texture of her hand felt strange.

The little girl looked down and landed on Wei Zhao's back, where her fingertips touched something damp.

She looked intently, her voice trembling.

"Why...why are you bleeding?"

Wei Zhao then had a chance to continue speaking softly: "You... touched a nerve."

The Cloud-Piercing Spear pierced through his chest and went straight through his back.

The bleeding had only stopped, and the wound had not yet fully scabbed over. Then, unintentionally or intentionally, Wei Zhao caused the wound to become inflamed and swollen.

Yu Tingwan's eyes widened suddenly, a look of panic flashing across her face.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Wei Zhao said listlessly, "I... wanted to say something too." "I'm sorry. But how could you..."

So fragile!
Wei Zhao said calmly, "Don't you know how much strength you have?"

Yu Tingwan felt extremely guilty: "Let me apply the medicine for you."

"No need."

Wei Zhao: "I won't die for now."

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Hui Niang had intended for them to spend more time together and get to know each other better. With Yu Tingwan watching over her, she felt at ease. After thinking for a moment, she said goodbye and left.

The snow on the ground was thick, and it crunched underfoot.

Hui Niang left her house and headed west.

It was cold, and I didn't see a single pedestrian along the way.

She knocked on the door of the village head's house.

Li Lian opened the door. When she saw it was Hui Niang, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Why did you come here? Is something wrong? Unfortunately, your uncle is not home right now. I'll go find him and bring him back."

Hui Niang quickly stopped her: "I'm not looking for your uncle, I'm looking for your aunt."

Li Lian was somewhat surprised and quickly invited the person inside to talk.

"Tell me what's wrong, and I'll definitely help if I can."

She guessed, "I heard about what happened yesterday. You and your husband want to find a wife for Ah Lang. But you're short on money?"

"It's not about borrowing money."

Hui Niang was a little flustered: "Half a year ago, my aunt's third sister was preparing to get married, but the groom's elder passed away at this critical moment, so we had to observe mourning and postpone the wedding."

“I remember my aunt mentioned before that she bought red fabric for Third Sister to make into a wedding dress, but after this incident, and considering that a young woman’s figure changes a lot, she was afraid that if it was made now, it would not fit later, so she had to put it at the bottom of the trunk for now.”

"So I thought I'd come and ask if my aunt could sell it to me."

Li Lian was stunned.

"Is your husband getting married?"

Hui Niang smiled and said, "The date is set for the next few days. Auntie, you must come and have a drink with me."

Li Lian understood. The reason they were in such a hurry was that Shouzhong and his wife wanted to bring good luck to Wei Shenchong.

She readily agreed: "I can make the decision. It's just gathering dust anyway. You wait here, I'll go get it right away."

She accepted the money Hui Niang handed her, added some hot water, and went to her granddaughter's place. Soon she came out carrying a red cloth.

This fabric is red, and my stepmother is fair-skinned; she'll definitely look good in it.

Hui Niang took it and prepared to take her leave.

Li Lian: "I'm going out too, I'll give you a ride on the way."

As she walked out with Hui Niang, she couldn't help but say, "What a series of happy events! Your husband is getting married, and I've been helping the young lady find a match these past few days. I reckon it'll be a done deal soon."

She is exceptionally confident!

"I finally found a good young man, the Chu family in Sandun Village."

Hui Niang was astonished: "The Chu family? The Chu family's son is indeed good, but doesn't Auntie know that his mother is notoriously difficult?"

"know."

Li Lian waved her hand dismissively, saying, "It's just that Mother Chu fell ill and is nearing her end."

"I need to tell the girl the news as soon as possible. If she thinks it's a good idea, I'll go to Sandun."

Strike first, strike hard.

They were just waiting for the person to breathe their last.

Hui Niang: ...

Since it wasn't settled yet, Li Lian didn't want to reveal too much, so she quickly steered the conversation back on track: "I've seen all the girls that matchmaker has, but I don't know which one is Ah Lang's wife. But you two can't possibly pick a bad one."

"Auntie, you've misunderstood."

Hui Niang said directly, "That girl is from our village, you should know her too."

Li Lian: ? ?

Who in the village is so desperate as to want to enter the Wei family's house?
She had found the answer in her heart.

Could she be a simpleton?

Li Lian was shocked.

Hui Niang's eyes lit up with a smile: "It's Wan Niang."

Upon hearing that it wasn't the simpleton, Li Lian patted her chest and said, "That's good, that's good! I thought..."

The voices suddenly disappeared.

She glared at him: "Who?"

(End of this chapter)