The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 91 My husband is in the prime of his life.
There's probably more to this than meets the eye.

Rong Di couldn't understand it, so he simply spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"What are those Wei family soldiers doing?!"

"And that deputy general, all he knows is fighting and killing, he doesn't think before he acts. Is he up to the task? If not, give him your position to me!"

With him around, how could even a general be mistaken!
Shunzi leaned closer: "Boss, what did the general write?"

Rong Di tried to regain his composure and walked out, saying, "I'm leaving the shop to you; I'm going out to run some errands."

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The doctor's words earlier were indeed a blow. After dinner, Hui Niang, preoccupied with her thoughts, took Yue Shan to the next room.

After Yu Tingwan returned, she brought hot water for a bath.

After a thorough wash, my face, which had been covered in soot, regained its former fair and tender appearance, and I finally felt alive again.

The misty vapor was blocked by the screen, but it couldn't block out her voice.

"I've been thinking about it, and something just doesn't feel right. They keep saying how good the hidden blade is, but they keep asking me about you. I don't know what they're up to."

It's fortunate that it was a man; if it had been a woman, Yu Tingwan would have turned on him.

After all, Wei Shen belongs to her.

Yu Tingwan had received too much, but in the end, she didn't even leave behind her parents' remains.

The girl is also extremely stingy with everything she has now.

Even though Wei Shen's appearance is not outstanding.

Even though he has a bad temper.

But we can't let others covet it!

Wei Zhao, unaware of her thoughts, leaned against the bed, feeling utterly exhausted. Without offering any further explanation, he simply asked, "So, will you go pick it up tomorrow?"

Yu Tingwan replied without hesitation, "Go."

“If he dares to do it, what wouldn’t I dare to take?”

It's so cheap, I wonder what the finished product will be like.

Yu Tingwan was worried.

After all, three coins are still money.

Seeing her like this, Wei Zhao smirked: "Aren't you afraid those people will have bad intentions?"

"I was a little scared just now, after all, I was in an unfamiliar place and it was getting dark."

"Those two were quite strange."

"He had just told us that someone in his family had died, and he looked so grief-stricken that it seemed like he wanted to go down and be with them the next moment."

"His back foot was all smiles, giving me a feeling of..."

It felt very obsequious.

But it doesn't seem to be for her either.

Wei Zhao: "..."

The girl racked her brains and tried to think of an analogy for Wei Shen: "Give me a feeling that even if I smashed up their shop, they wouldn't get angry, and might even greet me with a smile."

Wei Zhao: "..."

That shows a clear understanding.

Yu Tingwan: "Never mind, there will be a lot of people on the street tomorrow, and the shop isn't in a remote area. What can they do to me?"

She got up and dried herself off.

A fire was lit inside the room, and the girl's graceful figure cast an elegant shadow on the screen.

Wei Zhao's gaze felt like it was burning hot, and he abruptly and awkwardly looked away.

Yu Tingwan changed her clothes, walked around the screen, and came out. She then fetched clean water and brought it to the bedside.

As usual, she wiped Wei Zhao's upper body, then skillfully unbuckled his belt, wrung out the coarse cloth and handed it to him, turning away to let him do it himself.

The girl seemed to realize something; her lips drooped, and a faint sense of oppression enveloped her.

I don't know if I'm trying to comfort myself or Wei Zhao.

"Husband, don't listen to that quack doctor's nonsense, and don't take his words seriously."

Wei Zhao: "He's right."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

The girl was very angry and, disregarding everything else, immediately began to question him.

Wei Zhao's eyelids twitched, afraid that she would turn around: "But he is indeed mediocre."

That's more or less.

Yu Tingwan felt a little better.

"Yes!"

Wei Zhao thought of the pulse he had felt earlier and said with some disdain, "I've never seen a doctor so weak."

The deficiency in kidney deficiency.

It's simply an overdose of supplements.

However, that old doctor was concerned about his reputation and considered himself to be a good doctor, so how could he possibly go to another clinic and have another doctor see him?

The symptoms had been lingering for at least three to five years. Even after Wei Zhao pointed it out to his face, he stubbornly refused to admit it. Wei Zhao smirked, "I didn't realize you were so unwilling to admit you were getting old."

Yu Tingwan hesitated for a long time.

The girl's brows furrowed tightly.

She really doesn't understand.

Yu Tingwan had been holding back all the way, but she finally couldn't take it anymore.

A charcoal fire was burning inside, the door was tightly closed, and only a small crack was left in the window for ventilation.

The room was lit, the light falling on the girl's delicate and bright eyes. Her rosy lips moved slightly, with a hint of hesitation.

"you……"

Yu Tingwan carefully chose her words: "You have this disease too, how can you have the nerve to name other people?"

Wei Zhao suddenly paused.

Yu Tingwan said gently, "No matter what, he's getting on in years, so it's understandable that he has this kind of problem."

"Can……"

The girl's voice was very pleasant, but to Wei Zhao's ears it sounded particularly grating.

“But my husband, you are at the prime of your life.”

The absurdity in Wei Zhao's eyes could not be hidden.

The things that had puzzled him before were now completely explained.

For example, she once said.

—Once he recovers, he will adopt a child from outside.

It turns out it wasn't that she couldn't have children.

Is it because he's incapable?

To be precise, she decided he wasn't good enough.

Wei Zhao's brows furrowed slightly. The weariness in his eyes was as deep as ink, as if it could brew an extremely dangerous storm.

When did he give Yu Tingwan this kind of misconception?!
Yu Tingwan had no idea that Wei Zhao was about to be driven mad by her.

"Promise me you won't say things like that again."

Yu Tingwan: "When criticizing others, you must first be able to do something yourself. It doesn't have to be your strength, but it can't be your weakness either."

The girl is really worried.

She didn't mean to bring it up.

But Wei Zhao really doesn't understand social etiquette at all.

If the doctor pointed out to our faces that we were equally bad, how could Wei Zhao, who was so strong-willed and valued his self-esteem so much, bear it!
Yu Tingwan: "Did you remember what I said, husband?"

She thought that Wei Zhao probably wouldn't respond to her.

But the man responded.

However, their attitude wasn't very good.

Wei Zhao: "Ha!"

It was a cold laugh hidden behind a knife.

Yu Tingwan could clearly sense that Wei Shen had a problem with her. When she lay down on the couch, he wouldn't even let her hold his hand.

"What's wrong?"

Wei Zhao felt a lump in his throat.

The girl has been making him angry these days.

Wei Zhao almost thought he was immune.

But as it turns out, no.

The girl only used the most sincere tone, which made him even angrier.

Clearly, these things aren't worth fussing over.

Wei Zhao never cared about other people's opinions; he always did things his own way, whether in the court or the military camp.

Moreover, it's a wrong view.

But Wei Zhao's emotional reaction when he heard the girl say those things couldn't lie.

The sentiment is: Yu Tingwan is finished; she will pay the price for those words later.

Wei Zhao's fingertips trembled slightly.

"Husband."

"Don't call me husband."

After hearing it so many times, I can hardly tell if he's Wei Zhao or Wei Shen.

Wei Zhao heard the girl softly change her address.

"Wei Shen".

Wei Zhao's eyes were deep and somber.

It seems... my husband's voice sounds better to me.

(End of this chapter)