The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 37: You Are Mine

The young girl had a bright and beautiful appearance, with a single tear mole at the corner of her eye, and her nose was reddened by the cold, outlining a few strands of enchanting loveliness.

Yet, she was unaware of her own beauty, her eyes clear and bright like water.

Anyone else would have long felt regret and pity for her.

But Wei Zhao did not.

His heart was like stone. He even glanced casually once and then looked away.

Yu Tingwan, in a muffled voice: "I know you don’t want to drag me down. But the path I choose is mine alone, even if I end up with a broken head, I’ll accept it. You don’t need to persuade me."

Wei Zhao’s eyes gradually turned hollow.

Not a single word was what he wanted to hear.

He staggered around Yu Tingwan.

Yu Tingwan: ???

Wei Zhao stepped into the room, about to close the door, when he noticed a tail following him.

"Don’t follow me."

Yu Tingwan gently negotiated with him: "Can I come in and have a look? After all, I’ll be living here in the future."

Wei Zhao’s room was much better than the old worn-out house.

Inside, there was a wooden stool and table made by Wei Shouzhong himself, which were no worse than those bought outside.

The bed wasn’t big, but it was more than enough for two people.

Yu Tingwan was afraid of the cold, and in the future, sharing a bed, she intended to sleep next to Wei Shen.

Wei Zhao had never seen someone so shamelessly inching forward.

But he was very tired.

He didn’t want to fuss over anything.

Wei Zhao moved slowly, his steps somewhat staggering, eyes drooping as he prepared to lie on the couch.

Hui Niang arrived with a bowl just then.

The courtyard was empty; she hadn’t expected Yu Tingwan to be in Wei Zhao’s room.

But, since they were already planning marriage, rural areas didn’t have that many rules, and Lang’s health wasn’t good, so such formalities could be ignored.

"Wan Niang, eat some to fill your belly."

Hui Niang: "You don’t have much food on your side either, and there’s no need to cook separately in the future; we live close, just come over and eat together."

Since they were about to become a family, Yu Tingwan wasn’t falsely modest.

"Then I’ll come over and help Auntie with the cooking."

"Okay!"

Hui Niang didn’t ask Yu Tingwan to leave, but rather invited her to sit by the stool.

Wei Zhao: ...

He lay there, staring blankly.

"These past few days, your uncle and I have been watching over him in turns during the night."

Hui Niang said, "The ground is cold; it’s not good for makeshift beds. You see, that small couch over there was moved from Lady Xiao’s room."

"It made the room feel cramped, but once you’re married, it can be taken out."

Yu Tingwan, holding the bowl, drank, the sweet potato porridge cooked to perfection, sweet and delightful. Her body warmed up along with it.

She enjoyed it, squinting her eyes.

Let alone the old house’s poor fare, even at the Hu Family, she hadn’t had such thick porridge.

Hu Dazhu and Hu Dalang were both skilled farmers, their home shouldn’t have been so impoverished, but after all, they supported a scholar. If they didn’t live frugally, how could they afford it?

She listened intently to Hui Niang speaking.

Hui Niang, somewhat embarrassed: "The engagement gift of one or two taels is too small for a daughter-in-law like you. But the family really can’t spare much."

Yu Tingwan: "I understand."

She didn’t say she didn’t want the engagement gift.

It was her right.

The Wei Family giving or not giving was one thing, whether she would use it to help if times got tough was another.

Moreover, the two elders were honest, they wouldn’t really want a daughter-in-law for free.

"But what needs to be bought for you, will be bought."

Hui Niang: "Your uncle went up the mountain early to chop wood, preparing to make two boxes for you later."

"You and Lang take a look, see what else is missing in the house, and we’ll buy it later."

Yu Tingwan felt warm inside.

She: "Okay."

Not waiting for Hui Niang to ask, the person pretending to be dead in the room suddenly spoke up: "I want a dagger."

Hui Niang: ...

She smiled at Yu Tingwan: "Why ask him? Men are careless, such matters should be decided by us."

Wei Zhao weakly added: "...a sharp one."

Hui Niang: ...

She smiled and continued talking to Yu Tingwan: "The family has a lot of cotton, I see your cotton clothes are too thin and not fitting. Once the roads are open, we’ll go to the county, buy some fabric, and make you some clothes."

Yu Tingwan immediately noticed the point of concern.

The roads won’t be open until after the New Year, right?

"So when will I get married?"

Hui Niang: "Once everything is ready, we’ll pick a good day. Your dad and I don’t want to shortchange you."

The young girl anxiously tugged at her clothes.

Hui Niang: "What’s wrong?"

"It’s nothing..."

She pursed her lips: "I’m just a little impatient."

She really was anxious.

And worried about any unforeseen problems delaying the plans.

Once the roads opened and Hu Dazhu and Hu Yaozu returned, who knows what might happen.

If people started causing trouble during the wedding days, wouldn’t it be a mess?

Furthermore...

Yu Tingwan was also concerned about Wei Shen’s health. If she didn’t marry in time and Wei Shen died prematurely, what would she do!

She glanced at the person lying on the bed, showing no shyness: "I’ve already checked, the days before the New Year are pretty good."

Hui Niang was slightly surprised.

"That’s too rushed."

Yu Tingwan looked at her wistfully.

Hui Niang: "The wedding clothes aren’t ready either."

Yu Tingwan: "They’re not necessary."

Xilin Village was poor, and every household lived frugally. There were girls in the village who got married without wedding clothes, simply packing a bag, bidding farewell to their parents, and leaving with the groom.

She sincerely said: "Why spend money on wedding clothes, they’re impractical. Wouldn’t it be better to make me some everyday clothes, Aunt?"

"As long as Wei Shen and I are present, we just clean up and bow to each other, and that’s it."

Hui Niang hesitated: "You’re already being wronged, I..."

"I don’t feel wronged."

If Hui Niang agreed, she’d be willing to move her things over from the old house right now and proceed with the wedding.

Seeing the young girl’s strong determination, and Hui Niang being a straightforward person, she made a firm decision.

"Alright, then we’ll do it before the New Year. We can all be together for a warm New Year. We’ll discuss the exact date with your uncle, and once it’s set, we’ll let you know. It’ll be busy the next few days, organizing the wedding banquet and all."

Yu Tingwan then asked: "Who do you plan on inviting?"

In the countryside, if a family was well-off, they’d set up a few tables for a wedding feast, inviting neighbors and relatives to celebrate. If not, they’d invite close relatives for a simple meal.

Hui Niang told her: "On the Wei family’s side, your uncle and I don’t plan on inviting the big family to avoid complications. Last time we could split up was thanks to the Village Chief and several elders, so we definitely have to invite them."

Hui Niang: "Later, I have to visit my family to inform them about the wedding."

Saying this, she looked at Yu Tingwan.

"As for the Hu family..."

Yu Tingwan: "No need to invite them."

Hui Niang didn’t ask further: "Alright, as you wish."

Seeing her finish the porridge, Hui Niang started cleaning up.

"No need for you to wash them, keep your hands dry and take care of yourself. Stay and chat with Lang."

Hui Niang briskly left.

Only the unfamiliar fiancé and fiancée remained in the room.

Wei Zhao wasn’t uncomfortable, because he didn’t care about the marriage.

Yu Tingwan wasn’t uncomfortable either; she literally took Hui Niang’s words to heart, pacing over to the couch.

Under Wei Zhao’s languid gaze, the girl, with no intention of holding back, reached out to cherish the thick quilt.

It’s unimaginable how comfortable it must be.

Wei Zhao slowly said: "It’s my quilt."

Yu Tingwan innocent: "It’ll be mine too in the future."

Not yet versed in love, she even boldly pointed at Wei Zhao.

"You’re mine too."