The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 517 You Can Always Trust Me

A jumble of memories poured down like a torrential downpour, rushing into my mind, jostling and pushing, each vying for a place.

Yu Tingwan didn't want to let any of the fragments go, piecing them together in her mind.

She saw that night, the candlelight flickering inside the room.

A deep possessiveness surged in the man's eyes as he pinned her against the bed. His breath enveloped her, hot and forceful, leaving her nowhere to escape.

His slender fingers wrapped around the woman's waist sash, wrapping and loosening it repeatedly, as if testing her silently.

"Nothing else to ask?"

The warm breath brushed past my ear, sending a slight shiver down my spine.

Yu Tingwan's black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, making her snow-white cheeks appear even more rosy, but she dared not look directly at him.

"No."

"You'll have to ask."

He taught her.

"They asked me if I would leave once I recovered from my injuries."

"Can't you be good to me?"

"After I take you, will I take responsibility? Will I dare to marry you and treat you as a proper wife?"

he said.

"Yaoyao, you can't just follow me without thinking."

He didn't know what he was thinking.

The smile on his face faded a little.

"In this world, there are countless people who have read countless books of sages and saints, yet beneath their skin lie wolves and chilling bones. Human hearts are treacherous, and nothing can be trusted."

Yu Tingwan pursed her lips.

She understands the reasoning behind it all.

Indeed, in this world, you can only truly rely on yourself.

Her eyes were as clear as autumn water, and her gaze towards him revealed a rare dependence.

This posture is clearly dangerous.

Can……

She asked directly.

"Then can I trust you, young master?"

Wei Zhao was slightly taken aback.

Without hesitation, he gave her an answer.

You can always trust me.

Yu Tingwan agreed.

That's enough.

She is not someone who is bothered by trivial matters.

I don't want to think about it too much.

Life is so short, it's enough if this person treats her sincerely.

As for the rest...

She didn't want to think too much about it.

At least not now.

She nodded emphatically in agreement.

"Yes, young master is a gentleman."

Wei Zhao laughed: "Do you know what I want to do to you?"

What else could it be between a man and a woman?
Yu Tingwan continued to nod.

"Then why do you call me a gentleman?"

Yu Tingwan was very confident.

"You may look cold, but you have a kind heart."

Kindness?

These two words sound utterly absurd and ridiculous.

Wei Zhao had completely forgotten how much blood had been on his hands.

Seeing that he didn't believe her, Yu Tingwan told him the story.

"If you were of questionable character, how could you have received such care from Magistrate Xiao? And why would Elder Ge have gone to such lengths to treat you? And why would your trusted subordinates be so loyal?"

"Young master has treated me well."

“In the first few days after I woke up, I accidentally dropped your medicine, but you didn’t hold it against me.”

Wei Zhao:......

He didn't want to drink it in the first place.

“I was drunk earlier, and the young master carried me back to bed despite my injuries. When he saw me crying uncontrollably over the past, he comforted me and took care of me all night.”

"Although you slept on my bed that night, both Elder Ge and Magistrate Xiao thought you were too scheming and deliberately stayed overnight to take advantage of me, but I don't believe it. You must be tired; you can't sleep on the floor."

Wei Zhao:......

He certainly didn't gain anything.

But he let the girl roll into his arms.

On that day, he also realized his feelings, struggled with them repeatedly, and finally chose to follow his heart, holding the person tightly in his arms.

She is indeed cunning.

"Young Master has been listening to me more and more lately. He hasn't gone against me for a long time."

Everything revolves around her.

Whether a man is good or not is not determined by the sweet words he says.

Instead, look at what he did.

She didn't continue.

But Wei Zhao was listening with great interest.

?

"Gone?"

Yu Tingwan said earnestly, "I'll tell you slowly later." That simple sentence sent a shiver down Wei Zhao's spine.

His eyes darkened, and he slowly loosened his grip on the belt, then lowered his head and bit her now-loose waistband.

As the candlelight flickered, the apricot-colored sash was slowly pulled away from his lips. With the soft rustling of silk, the nightgown suddenly came undone.

He said.

"it is good."

"You're still injured."

She instinctively tried to gather her clothes, but he grabbed her wrist. The ribbon was still between his teeth, swaying gently with his breath, its color strikingly vibrant against his lips.

"It doesn't matter."

Yu Tingwan was genuinely worried about his health.

When everything was over, she was exhausted and drowsy, so she let him wipe her down.

"Yu Tingwan".

She was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, and she didn't want to reply to him.

"Yaoyao."

She still didn't react.

Wei Zhao didn't deliberately say anything about how he would treat her well.

There's no need to make a big deal out of things that are achievable and things that should be done.

He lay back on the couch; the wound had actually been pulled open, but his body felt really... good.

In this situation, Wei Zhao didn't want to sleep.

His voice carried a sense of post-coital satisfaction.

"Shall I take you on a picnic tomorrow?"

"The fish I grilled was pretty good. I'll catch a pheasant for you to try too, so it won't be too monotonous."

no response.

"Without a horse, I'm also afraid that riding a horse would be too bumpy and inconvenient."

"Then take Fu Meng with you."

"It knows where the scenery is good after leaving the city, and it can take us there while we ride it."

Still no response.

Wei Zhao was about to speak again.

Yu Tingwan felt like there was a fly buzzing incessantly in her ear, which was really annoying.

She felt weak all over, but she still covered his mouth and said fiercely.

"Shut up."

Wei Zhao fell silent.

I don't know how much longer.

He leaned back, his right leg casually bent, his nightgown tattered, and there were fresh red scratches on his neck.

Wei Zhao gave a slight chuckle.

"They usually coax me a lot."

Once they got what they wanted, their attitude changed.

He said in a low voice, "The flower that you painstakingly picked has withered in your hands."

The next day.

The sunlight was just right, and the clouds were as fluffy as cotton. A gentle breeze swept across the tips of the grass, creating waves of green, carrying the fragrance of earth and grass.

Fu Meng diligently spread out the plain cloth on top.

Yu Tingwan sat down directly.

Fu Meng was about to glare at her.

That was prepared for Wei Zhao! It was worried that Wei Zhao's clothes would get dirty if he sat on the grass!

Yu Tingwan didn't care about appearances and even handed over the bamboo basket in her hand.

"Go pick some wild vegetables."

"I can't go out and come back empty-handed. I want to eat dumplings made with wild vegetables."

Fu Meng: ?

I'm not human, and neither are you!

It's about to get angry.

Wei Zhao spoke.

"Go."

Wei Zhao didn't forget to instruct, "Pick some more wild fruits. You taste them first, but don't pick the sour or astringent ones."

Fu Meng was furious.

It's sour and astringent, can you eat it? So Yu Tingwan can't eat it?

What's so great about this woman?

She even took over your bed, General!

Fu Meng roared.

Wei Zhao sat down next to Yu Tingwan and tidied her hair, which had been blown about by the wind.

"There should be plenty of bamboo shoots at this time of year. Stir-frying them with cured pork makes for an exceptionally delicious flavor."

As he spoke, he looked at Fu Meng, who was so angry he was about to dig a hole.

"Still not going?"

Fu Meng: ? ? ?
The general wasn't like this before.

The tiger's face was filled with reluctance.

Yu Tingwan is a very inhumane person.

"what's up."

"He doesn't look like he's doing any work at all."

She even boasted shamelessly.

"No one is as hardworking as me."