The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 42 He's not considerate at all!
As dusk settles, the sky begins to darken.

There were finished boxes in the courtyard, unpainted, but exquisitely crafted and sturdy. There was also an unfinished walking stick, probably because Wei Shouzhong was in a hurry to leave.

For as long as Yu Tingwan sat on the floor leaning against the door, Wei Zhao watched her from the side.

Perhaps tired of looking, Wei Zhao slowly said, "You..."

She was furious and glared at him fiercely: "Speak!"

You're blocking my way.

Is he going out?

Yu Tingwan, who had initially thought Wei Zhao had come out to investigate after hearing the commotion, felt a slight sense of relief and her lips curled into a smile.

As expected, Wei Shen is not a considerate person at all!

She asked suspiciously, "It's freezing outside, what are you doing out here?"

Wei Zhao was listless and did not respond to her.

Yu Tingwan frowned: "If you catch a cold, you'll be the one who suffers. Go back."

Yu Tingwan had thought she would have to persuade him several times, and was even prepared to forcibly pull Wei Zhao back into the house. But after hearing her words, the man paused for a moment, then turned and went back without showing any emotion.

A look of surprise flashed across her face, but she was also relieved that Wei Zhao was unusually easy to talk to.

The ground was cold, and Yu Tingwan stood up weakly and went to pick up the mushrooms on the ground.

Quite a few pieces fell on the way back, but I reckon there'll still be enough for one plate.

Feeling uneasy, she would occasionally walk to the doorway to look around, but there was no one in sight.

When Hui Niang returned, it was completely dark. Her usually gentle face was now furrowed with worry. She hurried into the courtyard, not even having time to brush the snow off her clothes, when she saw the light on in the kitchen and heard the girl's voice coming from inside.

“My cooking isn’t as good as yours, but at least you should try it.”

"You barely ate anything for breakfast, how can you not be hungry now?"

Wei Zhao found it noisy and was about to get up and leave, but Yu Tingwan pressed him down again.

It was pressed with one hand.

Wei Zhao:......

The spoon was forcibly shoved into his hand.

Yu Tingwan looked at him with great distress: "You're putting me in a very difficult position."

Wei Zhao:......

It's him who's in a difficult position.

Yu Tingwan reluctantly got up, took the sugar jar from the kitchen cabinet, scooped a spoonful of brown sugar into Wei Zhao's bowl.

"Alright, is it edible now?"

Wei Zhao frowned, even less inclined to eat: "I don't like sweets."

The girl said softly, "You're such a grown-up, why are you still so picky about food? You might be a father soon, and then your eating will be a worry for others."

Hui Niang didn't rush in. She leaned against the door and looked at the young couple with tenderness in her eyes.

Yu Tingwan noticed her at this moment. The person who was just circling around Wei Zhao had suddenly abandoned him.

"Auntie, are you hungry? I've made some porridge."

As soon as she finished speaking, her expression changed.

Following her gaze, Hui Niang looked down at the hem of her clothes, where there were mottled bloodstains. She quickly said, "It's not mine."

Hui Niang sighed deeply: "The one who had the accident at the foot of the mountain was the silly girl."

She whispered, "I miscarried."

That silly girl has never been promised to anyone.

Hui Niang was still shaken: "When we rushed over, the hooligans who had bullied her were still there."

She didn't even dare to think about what would happen if her stepmother heard the noise and went to check, only to be targeted by those hooligans!

The silly girl was covered in blood.

“That beast wasn’t from Xilin Village. He tried to run away when he sensed something was wrong. If the village head’s sons hadn’t gone, we probably wouldn’t have been able to catch him.”

“When I came back, Sha Gu was still unconscious. Her mother fainted several times from crying. It’s not easy for a widow and her child to live like this, and now this has happened. If it weren’t for me and your Aunt Li Lian persuading her, I’m afraid she would have taken a kitchen knife and chopped that beast down.”

It took Yu Tingwan a long time to find her voice, which was a little hoarse: "The child's father..." Knowing what she was going to ask, Hui Niang shook her head: "It shouldn't be him."

"Not to mention those from other villages, there are quite a few animals in our own village who take advantage of her stupidity and lure people to the rice field with sugar and steamed buns."

As a result, Silly Girl became increasingly silly.

She sighed deeply, "How would we know whose child it is? What could that silly girl possibly know? Her mother knows even less. It was just an illegitimate child anyway, it's better to find out it's gone sooner rather than later."

When they realized something was wrong, both she and Li Lian were startled. The group, under cover, took the person to Old Man Qian's place.

Not many people knew that the silly girl had miscarried, and the village head was also trying to cover it up.

After all, there are quite a few gossipy women in the village. What nice things would they say in private? A single spittle from each person could drown a person.

She looked at Yu Tingwan, but the girl kept her mouth shut.

She then looked at Wei Zhao, and thought, "Hmm, this one doesn't have a mouth."

While Yu Tingwan wasn't paying attention, Wei Zhao slowly added spoonfuls of porridge to the little girl's bowl.

The moment Hui Niang looked at him, Wei Zhao noticed and raised his head.

Their eyes met.

Wei Zhao was really afraid of being nagged. Yu Tingwan was alright, but Hui Niang would nag him all night long by his bedside. He paused, then scooped the food back up spoonful by spoonful.

Just then, a chilly sound rang out from above.

Yu Tingwan, who was possessive of her food, was deeply hurt.

Why did you steal my food?

Wei Zhao: ...This is so annoying.

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After having her meal, Yu Tingwan didn't stay long before returning to the apartment next door.

She had only been gone a short while when Wei Shouzhong returned from outside, looking utterly exhausted.

Before Hui Niang could ask any more questions, he confessed.

"He's fine, he just needs to rest in bed for a few days."

He was referring to the old lady Wei who had fallen.

It would be really inappropriate for a son not to go and check on things.

Little did Wei Shouzhong know that as soon as he arrived, Old Lady Wei, who was clearly lying on the bed unable to move, was still talking non-stop, cursing him for being unfilial and heartless, while ordering him to chop the firewood outside and refill the water tank.

He used to do these things. There are so many people in the main branch of the family, and they're all incredibly lazy.

Wei Shouzhong did not do it.

Old Mrs. Wei cursed even louder.

Even Wei Shoucai, who was standing to the side, was making sarcastic remarks.

"Oh no, now that we've separated the family, I can't even order you around anymore. Second brother, why are you being so calculating? What? We're the only ones using this water and firewood, isn't Mother using it too?"

After hearing what he said, Hui Niang hurriedly asked, "Where did the master go? Was he working all afternoon?"

"That's not true."

He sat on the edge of the bed and listened to Old Lady Wei's rant all afternoon.

Wei Shouzhong's expression darkened slightly: "Being scolded a few times is no big deal, just ignore it. It's just that the cost of the medicine needs to be split equally between the two families."

Hui Niang's eyes darkened. She was the one who kept all the money in the house, but she still had to give what was due: "How much do you want?"

Wei Shouzhong gave a number.

"I'll get it right away."

Wei Shouzhong stopped the man, saying, "This is actually a good thing."

"On the way back, I was thinking that all these years, my elder brother and sister-in-law have respected Mother mostly for Ah Lang's pension and the grain they receive from the government every month."

But now that these are gone, I have no choice but to vomit them up.

"Now that Mother can't get out of bed, how filial can this couple be, and to what extent can they take care of her?"

Wei Shouzhong said, "Mother needs to suffer a bit."

(End of this chapter)