The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Gu Fuju often entertained guests in his study, and Yaoyao was already used to it.

She planned to go to Jiashan, but caught a glimpse of Wei Zhao out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes flickered, as if she had thought of something.

Yao Yao couldn't help but sit down next to Gu Fuju and stare intently at Wei Zhao.

Gu Fuju then introduced her: "This is your brother Wei. He is Father's favorite student."

Yao Yao, unusually, didn't give a perfunctory answer. She smiled sweetly and called out to him.

"Brother Wei."

Wei Zhao paused in his chess game and said, "Hmm."

Gu Fuju continued speaking to Wei Zhao in a serious tone.

"How old are you? Don't overthink things. You're just making yourself sick."

Wei Zhao: "Yes."

Gu Fuju: "By the way..."

Wei Zhao thought he had some instructions, but then he saw Gu Fuju raise his hand and straighten the crooked pearl hairpin in the girl's hair. That wasn't enough; he wiped her hands, handed her the pastries on the tea table in front of her, and, worried that she might choke, added water to her bowl.

Wei Zhao:......

Yao Yao took a bite and frowned: "It's not as good as last time."

"Perhaps it's gotten cold and has been sitting for too long. Father has someone make it again."

"Never mind, I can manage."

Wei Zhao:......

Gu Fuju smiled and said to Wei Zhao, "This child is sensible. He doesn't want to trouble me."

Wei Zhao:......

As long as you're happy.

Wei Zhao felt that there were many unanswered questions.

It looks like a lot of trouble.

I don't understand how Confucius could be so happy that he forgot about Shu.

Putting himself in Wei Zhao's shoes, if it were his daughter, he would absolutely not have this kind of patience.

Yes, at that moment, he was thinking of Yao Yao as her father, not his wife.

"master."

Uncle Yan knocked on the study door.

"Lord Lu has come to inquire about the progress of the ancient books you were repairing?"

Lu Huaizhang would come to ask every few days.

Before Gu Fuju could speak, Wei Zhao stood up and said, "Then this student will take his leave."

Gu Fujiu: "I already told you to stay for dinner. You sit down, I'll be right back."

Wei Zhao chuckled softly, "Yes."

As soon as he leaves.

Wei Zhao and Yao Yao stared at each other, wide-eyed.

Wei Zhao: "Aren't you leaving?"

Yao Yao continued sweetly, "I'll stay with Brother Wei."

At this time, Wei Zhao had no idea that her sweet words were not genuine and that she was even plotting something.

Wei Zhao was in a low mood, looking down listlessly at the chessboard, her jade-like fingers tracing the red jade chess pieces. It was clear that she did not want to talk to Yao Yao.

Yao Yao: "How old is Brother Wei now?"

Wei Zhao didn't want to pay attention.

Yao Yao: "Most of the classmates in the girls' school secretly want to be your wife."

Wei Zhao remained expressionless.

He was a little annoyed.

I should have left.

There have been so many girls rushing to fawn over him these past few years.

He was very worried, and so was Yao Yao.

After all, she was the daughter of his mentor. If he didn't refuse her without saving face, Wei Zhao was worried that he would become estranged from Gu Fuju.

Wei Zhao said calmly, "Miss Gu should focus on her studies."

Yao Yao rested her chin on her hand, looking at him with teary eyes: "I still want to spare a little attention for you."

Wei Zhao remained expressionless.

really.

He used the last of his patience to say, "You're still young, you shouldn't have such thoughts..."

Yao Yao: "Listen to me."

She continued, "The young master is both scholarly and martial, and I can't see anything wrong with him from head to toe, down to the last hair. It's no wonder they have such inappropriate thoughts."

"But this has ultimately tainted you."

She seemed indignant, slamming her hand on the table: "Do you think you can just take it because someone wants it?"

Wei Zhao:......

Why are you so excited?
However, as long as you don't have any romantic feelings for him, everything is fine.

He relaxed, narrowed his eyes, and leaned back, wanting to hear what else she had to say.

Yao Yao: "Someone like you is a rare find. We can't just cut you into eight pieces and give each person a piece to taste."

"right."

Wei Zhao:......

It's quite...novel.

Yao Yao: "I've been reading your articles these past few days. Your writing is exquisite, every word a gem. I truly admire you." Wei Zhao was somewhat skeptical.

He hasn't had time to write articles lately, so naturally they can't be used for teaching at the girls' school.

As for someone like Yaoyao, it's impossible for them to read his previous works.

Wei Zhao: "Is that so?"

Just as Yao Yao was about to nod, she heard him ask unhurriedly.

"Then tell me, what did I write?"

Wei Zhao: "You have a good memory, why don't you recite a passage for me?"

Yao Yao: ...

She was silent.

"I think……"

"A man shouldn't be too serious."

Wei Zhao:......

Well, it was his fault.

Yao Yao started praising him in different ways again.

"I've heard that you are very kind."

“Last time you saw an injured dog on the street, you even took it to the vet for treatment.”

Wei Zhao:?
"You heard wrong."

He has never done such a thing.

Life and death are predetermined, and Wei Zhao didn't think he would interfere if he encountered it.

Of course Yao Yao knows.

Because she made it up.

What can she do?
She wasn't familiar with Wei Zhao.

Yao Yao turned her head and said, "You are also exceptionally helpful. No matter whether the request is reasonable or not, you are willing to lend a helping hand."

Wei Zhao twitched the corner of his lips: "I don't have that kind of virtue."

Yao Yao indicated that she heard it, but could ignore it.

She even took out a paper flower and presented it to Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao remained silent and watched her performance quietly.

Yao Yao: "I folded it especially for you."

Wei Zhao remained silent.

If he still can't figure out what she's thinking, then he's lived in vain.

Yao Yao said softly, "I didn't mean anything by it, I just think this flower suits you."

I've praised them and coaxed them.

She felt it was almost done.

She crossed her right arm: "It's my hand, it hasn't been feeling well lately."

Wei Zhao said calmly, "When you were tapping the table just now, it was perfectly fine."

Yao Yao remained calm and, in front of him, instead crossed her arms over her left arm. Her tone was helpless: "But the teacher just had to punish me by making me copy books."

There's so much, she's really about to throw up from writing.

“Awu wanted to help me, but the teacher could recognize her handwriting at a glance.”

Wei Zhao no longer wanted to listen.

Ning Yunling didn't dare to mention this request to him.

He didn't know how Yao Yao could bring herself to say it.

"You have to grind the ink yourself, and you have to write the characters yourself."

"I've only met Miss Gu twice, I've asked the wrong person."

"What request!"

For the sake of her goal, Yao Yao could be very affectionate: "Do I need to be so formal with you, brother?"

Wei Zhao:......

You think I'm my mother's daughter, and you're named Wei Yaoyao?

But the little girl stood up straight and had a thick skin: "But you are different from Awu. You are so good that you can imitate other people's writing."

Wei Zhao did not deny it.

He certainly can.

Yao Yao: "Of course, it's not because my hands are bad that I want to trouble you."

"I just want to broaden my horizons."

"Would you like to show me?"

Wei Zhao almost laughed: "Why should I?"

Yao Yao sensed something was wrong.

Didn't Shen Zhiyi say that he had the demeanor of a young master from a prominent family?
Yao Yao took out a pen and... a stack of paper.

She delivered it over.

When he refused to answer, she tried to find an excuse.

"You don't want to use your skills..."

Yao Yao managed to utter a single sentence: "Stunning, gorgeous, deadly."

(End of this chapter)