The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 230: I Can Give Even More

The window was half-open, letting in the cold air. The light flickered, with the risk of being extinguished at any moment.

Wei Zhao’s early life was filled with deception and lies.

Absurd, like a joke.

He studied hard to fulfill the expectations of Duchess Shun and to ensure the continued glory of the Duke Mansion.

He chose to practice martial arts and join the military because he realized that even if a feeble scholar rose to a high position, the power he held was bestowed by the emperor and could be taken away at any moment. Whether the grand edifice stands or falls depends entirely on the emperor’s whim.

Military power, however, is different. It is something that provokes the emperor’s fear.

Wei Zhao always left a backup plan when leading troops into battle.

He wasn’t like his uncle, General Jing Yuan, who was loyal to the emperor and served the country.

He wasn’t that noble.

He needed to make the emperor wary of him while still needing him.

As long as the emperor needed him, how could he dare to dispose of him?

For this, Wei Zhao did many things.

Like occasionally showing kindness to the enemy forces.

He fought them but never wiped them out completely. He gave them a chance to survive, only to come back again later.

Another example, he beheaded enemy commanders and placed the Wei Family Army in the spotlight.

From the elderly to children as young as three, everyone knew.

He became the most accomplished young official in the court.

Yet he didn’t forget to swagger into the enemy camp while also pacifying them, even helping them select the next suitable commander.

The enemy didn’t want to take his kindness.

But Wei Zhao hit them where it hurt.

He was frightening, knowing every big and small matter about the enemy forces, and was adept at utilizing people. It gave the enemy the illusion that Wei Zhao could rebel at any moment.

They feared him, yet tried every method to win him over.

Wei Zhao never initiated, never took responsibility, never refused.

Looking back at those past days now feels like events from a previous life.

The girl before him, however, was real.

His life, full of shadows and dampness, could be called dark. He had harbored thoughts of death, believing he would never see the light.

Until she barged in. Every word and action were unexpected and bright.

Maybe, in the eyes of others, he was particularly attentive to Yu Tingwan.

But he always felt it wasn’t enough.

Because in the future, he could give even more.

Wei Zhao’s Adam’s apple moved, his eyes growing deeper. Draped in an outer robe, he gently brushed it aside. The soft sound of the outer robe falling to the ground was overshadowed by his faint voice.

"Okay."

He was rarely so agreeable.

He closed the doors, stepped over to shut the window, stirred the charcoal to make it burn brighter, and then finally turned, heading towards the desk.

The desk was full, neatly organized with rubies. Wei Zhao pushed them aside, creating a large open space.

He turned to the perplexed Yu Tingwan.

"Come here."

"What’s the matter?"

Yu Tingwan, unsuspectingly, stepped in, her footsteps clacking as she approached.

"Are you planning to give me more jewelry?"

"I don’t need them, I already have enough."

Wei Zhao curled his index finger, tapping on the desk.

"Sit up."

Yu Tingwan: ??

Yu Tingwan was bewildered.

But today, whatever Wei Zhao asked her to do, she nodded willingly.

The desk was somewhat high, so Yu Tingwan lifted her skirt and climbed up using a stool nearby to sit comfortably.

At this height, she could finally talk to Wei Zhao face to face.

No more looking up to speak to him.

Yu Tingwan was quite satisfied.

She curved her lips: "Do you have something to say to me?"

"I’ve walked too much today. Even though I’m tired, I’m not sleepy. The long night ahead, we might as well chat."

Something felt missing.

Yu Tingwan was about to jump down to prepare some tea and snacks, but before she could move, Wei Zhao had already reached her.

Stopping her actions.

Yu Tingwan felt he was strange at this moment, his gaze at her was strange too.

There was a sense of invasion.

However, he wasn’t fully recovered, his delicate and fragile state still lingering, bringing an indescribable sense of contradiction.

Wei Zhao trapped her.

"Do you know how to write ’A lamb into the tiger’s den’?"

Listen to this.

Yu Tingwan was defiant: "Who are you looking down on?"

She suddenly put on a stern face, puzzled.

"Are you testing me in academics?"

Is this a bad habit learned from Old Master Sun?

"It’s late at night, other couples are doing what couples should do, we can’t, but you still kill the mood."

Yu Tingwan: "That could get you without a wife."

"Not killing the mood."

Wei Zhao’s dark eyes were heavy, his thin lips slightly raised: "I’m making sure you are attentive."

Wei Zhao patted her leg.

"Spread them a bit."

Before Yu Tingwan could react, he moved. His right leg forcefully squeezed in. The friction between the fabric transmitted the warmth of their bodies.

Their legs pressed tightly against each other without a gap.

This position was a bit unusual.

Yu Tingwan felt it was improper, and just as she loosened up a bit to let him out, with a slight movement, it was easier for him to come in entirely.

Even then, Wei Zhao wasn’t satisfied.

He gripped the girl’s [moon retreat].

Circling it around his waist.

Under Yu Tingwan’s muddled and shocked expression, he gently caressed her soft waist.

"Tighten up."

Yu Tingwan’s breath noticeably paused.

She looked at the man who was within reach.

Watching him get closer.

Wei Zhao pressed his forehead against hers: "Do you know what to do?"

Yu Tingwan parted her lips, yet no sound came out.

Wei Zhao: "That’s right."

Yu Tingwan: ???

What is this?

She didn’t even speak!

She was about to raise her eyes defiantly when Wei Zhao’s lips came down.

He tentatively tasted her lower red lip.

He said in a low voice: "Open your mouth."

Yu Tingwan’s body trembled fiercely, her blood rushing to her head. Her whole body felt dizzy.

After all, this was not something Wei Zhao usually did.

Her eyes fluttered, hands unsure where to settle.

Wei Zhao didn’t wait for her reaction and went straight in.

When leading troops in battle, precision and decisiveness are paramount.

The same applies to this.

If only his body was capable, otherwise...

His hand fell on the girl’s flat stomach.

Here, there was already...

In matters like these, Wei Zhao didn’t think he was lacking. Even though he had neither conjugal relations nor experience.

Wei Zhao had no intention of allowing Yu Tingwan an escape route.

The emotions in his eyes were tumbling, carrying the prolonged endurance of recent days.

His eyes darkened as he pressed against the back of her head, fiercely, chaotically, without any pattern.

Yu Tingwan could barely withstand it.

Her body went limp, her legs sliding down.

Trying to retreat, yet there was no retreat.

Her face was flushed, with an innate blush of beauty. She attempted to lean back.

As she leaned back, further and further, she ended up lying on the desk, yet he pursued relentlessly.

The kiss didn’t stop.

One could still hear the intense sound.

Of water.

Yu Tingwan felt she was going to die. She reached out to push him, but her hands were soft, lacking strength.

She had to cling instinctively to him, holding him tighter, and tighter.

Yu Tingwan’s eyes were watery, looking as if she had been thoroughly bullied, aching to her core.

Her mind was foggy, tears welling up, and finally she managed to speak, haltingly.

"I’m going to die."

Wei Zhao: "Mm."

His breathing was also erratic.

Softly.

"It’s so comfortable I could die."