The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!

Chapter 519 - 514: You Messed With Me

Ning Yunling likes Lu Shiyin, but Lu Shiyin might marry He Xuran.

If Gu Wu enters the Lu Family, Lu Shiyin would have to call her sister-in-law, but she pairs well with He Xuran, who is her uncle.

The two are close in age, but He Xuran, being the elder, has been cleaning up her messes since childhood.

Yu Tingwan leaned back, flicking ink off her brush, the jade pen spinning slowly in her fingers, muttering: "So chaotic."

Wei Zhao: "What?"

Yu Tingwan’s eyes were clear, her small face as white as porcelain.

"Let me ask you something."

"Hmm?"

Yu Tingwan: "If I were your junior, would you still want to be a couple with me?"

Wei Zhao looked up, recalling the previous topic and Yu Tingwan’s reaction, a strange look flashed in his eyes: "He Xuran probably wouldn’t do something like marrying his niece."

Yu Tingwan: ???

Being too clever isn’t necessarily a good thing.

"I’m asking about you."

Wei Zhao: "Then call me Uncle, let me hear it."

Yu Tingwan: ????

"Are you taking advantage of me?"

Wei Zhao slowly: "Haven’t I taken enough?"

He indicated: "You need to make me feel like an elder. Only then can I accurately respond."

He sounded quite convincing.

But can he truly be without self-interest?

Yu Tingwan couldn’t say if He Xuran was decent in private, but Wei Zhao clearly wasn’t.

Yu Tingwan just wanted to curse him.

Wei Zhao: "Forget it."

Wei Zhao: "If I truly started feeling like it, I wouldn’t be able to lay a hand on you. Hard to get past that mental barrier."

Wei Zhao chuckled to himself, leaving a remark before entering the washroom: "I still have a sense of morality."

Yu Tingwan: ...

But soon, Wei Zhao came back out.

"What did Fu Meng do?"

That made him stand in contemplation.

Facing the wall so earnestly, not daring to slack off.

Yu Tingwan: ...

Now you think of your dear son?

Yu Tingwan told the moralistic Wei Zhao.

"Peeped on someone bathing."

Wei Zhao: ???

Yu Tingwan put down the brush: "The victim came crying to the door, I barely managed to send them away."

"Which family’s girl was it?"

Clearly, this wasn’t a trivial matter.

Wei Zhao gravely: "This matter... should not be publicized. Although Fu Meng is a tiger, it could ruin the girl’s reputation and she must be scared half to death."

He already figured out how to deal with that beast.

Meditation was obviously too lenient.

The girl’s face is thin, and if she can’t get past the shock...

Wei Zhao’s eyes were deep as he rubbed his temples.

Yu Tingwan: "You know her too."

She informed him.

"Qingya."

Wei Zhao, who was ready to apologize in person: ...

He squinted at Yu Tingwan, who was laughing so hard she was rocking back and forth: "Are you playing with me?"

Yu Tingwan said nothing, stood up, and went to the window.

She leaned out, first glancing at Fu Meng.

Fu Meng maintained the same posture; its tiger eyes bright in the night.

It was clearly afraid of Yu Tingwan.

Staying very still, not daring to make a sound.

Yu Tingwan raised her hand to tug a bell, the crisp ringing filled the air.

The bell was used by Yu Tingwan to summon Fu Meng and Qingya.

Yu Tingwan let Qingya fly in.

She leaned against the window.

"Listen for yourself."

Qingya landed steadily on the coffee table.

It felt too high, overshadowing its smallness, and quickly changed its location.

Qingya stood on the ground.

Not sure where it learned its posture.

Suddenly folding its wings, its black feathers fell like a curtain hiding its birdface, just a peek of its beak in the tiny gap between the feathers.

"Caw."

"Bullying me!"

Qingya whimpered, like a shy woman crying into her sleeve: "When no one was home, barged into the room like a bandit, kicked open the door to peep at me!"

"That scoundrel, always planning to make me his own."

Its little claw clenched as it draped dramatically to the ground.

Qingya struggled to crawl in Wei Zhao’s direction.

"Even rudely stripping me, I can’t live anymore, nowhere to face the world."

Quivering, full of grievances.

Wei Zhao: ...

Qingya finally crawled to Wei Zhao’s feet.

Looking up with its tiny eyes.

"My body’s been sullied!"

Wei Zhao: ...

If he’d known, he wouldn’t have taught it so many words.

Yu Tingwan: "It’s so dramatic, what can I do?"

"Fu Meng felt insulted and chased around the yard, genuinely wanting to beat it dead."

Yu Tingwan: "Oh, and accidentally stepped on my golden rocking chair breaking it."

"It didn’t just provoke Qingya."

She smiled, telling Wei Zhao: "It provoked me."

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The next day, Yu Tingwan saw off Ning Suxuan and Shen Jin.

The carriage was already at the Duke Shun Mansion entrance.

"Alright, no need to see us off."

Ning Suxuan: "Look after the mansion these next days."

She was clearly planning to stay at the villa outside the city for a few days.

Yu Tingwan: "I don’t know how you have any peace of mind."

"Fu Meng can follow, but leaving such a delicate daughter-in-law at home."

Ning Suxuan: ...

"Stop the patter with me."

Ning Suxuan: "Gui Zhi mentioned to me this morning that in a few months, when not so busy, is time for Old Grandpa Wei of the Wei Family in Yiling’s birthday."

"He’s grown old, got sick before thinking our branch ends with Gui Zhi getting hurt in the battlefield."

"Your father-in-law and your younger uncle’s passing left him dispirited."

"Even though Gui Zhi sends letters every other month. Yet he misses them, and if not for the juniors worrying he couldn’t withstand the journey, he would have come to Shangjing already."

"Yiling is the Wei Family’s base, you and your aunt ought to go, bow to him."

Ning Suxuan left a remark: "Yiling has good mountains and waters, you’ll find something to amuse yourself."

Watching the carriage ride away, Yu Tingwan waited for a while at the door.

Everyone came early today, after they arrived, except Shen Zhiyi complaining a bit, they quickly busied themselves.

After sending them off, the sky darkened. Everything finished up.

The moment finally arrived, the so-called third day.

Wei Zhao stayed in, not going out again.

Yu Tingwan, upon waking, had breakfast.

She worked on maintaining a calm mindset.

Yu Tingwan: "I don’t know what will trigger the memory."

Wei Zhao: "It’s okay if you can’t recall."

Wei Zhao wasn’t really in favor of it initially.

After all... they were unpleasant memories, she used to wake up from nightmares crying, recalling more, how could she not be distressed?

Yet Yu Tingwan only asked one question.

—If you were me, husband, would you want to know everything?

Yes.

They are earnest, unwilling to muddle along.

Also concerned about how the living fare after they pass.

Therefore, Wei Zhao had no reason to stop her.

After overeating, Yu Tingwan didn’t make Wei Zhao keep her company, sending him to the study, while she strolled around the courtyard for digestion.

Nothing happened, nor did she encounter anything.

Fu Meng was taken, Qingya muzzled personally by Wei Zhao, the yard suddenly grew quiet.

Finishing the digestion, she returned home to check some letters.

The morning passed quickly.

After having lunch.

Yu Tingwan went to see Tan Jiang and Rong Di sparring.

Nothing happened.

She met some managers coming for instructions.

Nothing happened.

Watching time tick by, approaching dusk.

Yu Tingwan couldn’t sit still.

She kicked open Wei Zhao’s study door with a bang, declaring her calmness and politeness: "Feeling an itch, husband, best come let me punch you a few times."