The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 107: Such a Good Girl, Why Are You Talking Dirty?

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Such a Good Girl, Why Are You Talking Dirty?

Wei Zhao went to look at the tiny pouch tied with a thin rope holding a peace charm.

The original small opening on top wasn’t very noticeable, and the peace charm wouldn’t fall out when placed inside, but now it couldn’t be used anymore.

Wei Zhao pressed his lips together.

Generally, at the Duke Shun Mansion, he never allowed servants to enter his study to clean.

Not because there were any unspeakable secrets inside, but he disliked others touching his belongings.

Even if he didn’t want them, he’d rather destroy them himself than let anyone else handle them.

Except for Yu Tingwan...

Seeing him silent, eyes half-lowered, looking at the hole big enough for a thumb, Yu Tingwan inexplicably felt guilty.

Yu Tingwan, very softly: "It was already torn."

She glanced at Wei Zhao.

The other party was expressionless.

Yu Tingwan knew how much Wei Zhao valued this item daily, and earlier she was indeed anxious, desperately wanting answers: "Don’t mind it."

Yu Tingwan: "I know it’s your first time marrying, without experience."

"But other husbands are quite magnanimous."

"Once, the Du Family’s wife from our village spilled her husband’s wine he had cherished for eight years. He didn’t mind at all."

Yu Tingwan gently spoke to Wei Zhao: "Though, he cared a lot."

"Cared if his wife’s hand was cut by the shards of the wine jug."

"With such a good example before you, I suggest husband to learn a bit."

"So, we can be as loving as them."

Seeing her speaking so eloquently.

Wei Zhao almost wanted to laugh in exasperation.

He didn’t know how Yu Tingwan could say such things so earnestly.

Yu Tingwan saw his dark and silent gaze.

The young lady frowned: "What’s wrong?"

"Is it difficult for you?"

Wei Zhao lifted his eyelids.

Speaking out without knowing what mindset he was in.

"Oh."

The tone bore no trace of fluctuation.

And it’s impossible to discern whether his mood was good or bad at that moment. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"How’s your hand?"

Yu Tingwan was startled: "Huh?"

"It’s been scratched, hasn’t it?"

Yu Tingwan: ???

Wei Zhao: "Let me see if it needs bandaging."

Yu Tingwan: ???

Are you being reasonable?

You shouldn’t learn it!

After Wei Zhao finished, he didn’t forget to ask: "Are you satisfied now?"

Then he was hit hard by the young lady.

Wei Zhao fell silent.

Isn’t this what you wanted to hear?

Why did you still hit him?

Yu Tingwan poked the hole: "Is the husband deliberately mocking and ridiculing me?"

"I’ll compensate you with one."

Wei Zhao gently folded it: "No need."

Yu Tingwan tilted her head slightly, promising: "Then let me sew it up for you."

Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow: "You know how?"

Yu Tingwan: ...

She didn’t know how.

The young lady’s hands were clumsy.

Even though her mother was most skilled with needlework, she couldn’t learn a bit.

But the words had already been said.

Even if she didn’t know, she had to know now.

At worst... at worst, she could secretly ask Hui Niang for help later.

Without starting yet, Yu Tingwan found a way out.

She nodded confidently and reservedly.

"Naturally, I know many things."

She thought a bit, not forgetting to flatter herself.

"I can’t help it, I just wish to be responsible for you."

Wei Zhao: ...

Yu Tingwan: "The thought of sewing the pouch for you represents my feelings for you."

Given Yu Tingwan’s attitude of touching him, Wei Zhao felt the pouch was quite... dangerous.

He pulled at the corners of his mouth: "Really?"

This was clearly not believing!

Yu Tingwan was particularly sincere: "Don’t worry. I’m not the kind to pull down the pants, get my way, then walk away."

Wei Zhao: ...

Truly daring to say anything.

"You..."

Yu Tingwan: "Huh?"

Wei Zhao helplessly: "Such a decent young lady, speaking such lewd talk."

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It was very late, Yu Tingwan planned to mend the pouch tomorrow.

The lights inside were extinguished, Yu Tingwan gathered her dried hair and went to bed.

Tired from a day’s work and mental strain, she was already weary.

Beside her ear, came Wei Zhao’s voice.

"I don’t wish to hide anything from you."

Wei Zhao: "I truly am Wei Zhao."

Yu Tingwan dismissively: "Alright alright, I heard you. Sleep, when there’s time, we’ll have mother make dumplings."

Wei Zhao pensively: "Why don’t you believe me?"

Yu Tingwan: ...

Why should she believe him?

Today she even saw that coffin.

Wei Zhao seemed to see through what she was thinking: "The coffin’s contents are fake."

Yu Tingwan: ...

Can you be more absurd!

"How’s that possible?"

Wei Zhao calmly: "But none of it matters."

"I don’t much desire that identity."

Right now, the most important thing is to heal the injury, ensure no mistakes, and slowly plan for everything else.

Wei Zhao was never impulsive; he had patience when it came to such matters.

The room was dark, Yu Tingwan couldn’t see the profound obscurity in Wei Zhao’s eyes.

"How could the Wei Family Army mistake their own General?"

This statement is correct.

But what if someone covered up for him?

Fu Meng is such a noticeable figure; taking so many life-saving elixirs and carrying him off the battlefield—if no one cleaned up the mess, how could it not alert others?

Yu Tingwan felt very helpless.

"General Wei is an extraordinary talent; husband should not make jokes at his expense."

Wei Zhao was momentarily paused.

He’d heard countless praises.

Describing him as promising in youth, as strategic and wise, as possessing jade-like qualities... the list was endless.

Wei Zhao never felt swayed, always dismissing them with a laugh.

But now...

He murmured: "Extraordinary talent?"

He chuckled: "He isn’t."

Utterly weary, Yu Tingwan murmuringly, dismissively responded, her voice growing lighter, breathing shallower, drifted into sleep.

The room fell silent.

No knowing how much time passed, Wei Zhao’s voice was heard.

He softly called the young lady’s name. "Yu Tingwan."

Voice hoarse: "That person isn’t so great, he is more foolish than anyone."

Otherwise, how could he have been deceived for over ten years without realizing?

Perhaps from sleeping much during the day, Wei Zhao was very alert now.

He thought about Court matters and the Duke Shun Mansion.

Emperor Qian’s five sons, among them the Crown Prince and the Fifth Prince Ying Yin, stood out most prominently.

Unfortunately, the Crown Prince was sickly, his health deteriorating.

The Court fluctuated rapidly, and many eyes awaited the throne...

He lowered his eyes, gaze deep and sharp.

No knowing how much time had passed, the sleeping young lady unconsciously snuggled closer.

When they had first married, Yu Tingwan’s sleeping posture was excellent, clear distinctions between them.

But she always pushed the boundaries.

During the day she left him hanging, and at night attempted to make her presence felt.

The young lady edged closer and closer, finally her body touching Wei Zhao’s arm.

Alright, she didn’t move anymore.

Her gentle breathing softly fell upon Wei Zhao’s neck, her breath inch by inch assertively encroaching, bringing waves of tingling sensations.

Wei Zhao’s throat bobbed.

He half extended his hand, only to withdraw it, not pushing her away.

He sighed.

Considering what Rong Di mentioned about the daytime incident at the Dong Family door, coldness flashed in his eyes, his voice low.

"Sleep now. Anyone who touches you won’t meet a good end."