The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 48: If You Don’t Want It, Forget It—Don’t Come Begging Later

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: If You Don’t Want It, Forget It—Don’t Come Begging Later

The bed in the bridal chamber had some years on it, and as Yu Tingwan lay down, it creaked softly.

The mattress was very hard, incomparable to the huanghuali wood luohan bed of the Duke Shun Mansion.

But Wei Zhao, accustomed to the hardships of military campaigns and sleeping outdoors, did not mind using it as a makeshift bed, as he was not a pampered noble son who couldn’t endure hardship.

The bed he used to sleep on was now occupied by a girl claiming to be his wife.

The girl was wearing a red wedding dress, with her eyebrows drawn and lips rosy, and her face was powdered.

Her looks were truly...

Striking.

If not for the Hui Family having a studious son who was feared by outsiders, and Yu Tingwan rarely going out, such beauty would be difficult to protect in an ordinary household.

Wei Zhao did not know what he was thinking, as he was lost in thought.

Yu Tingwan waited for a long time but did not see Wei Zhao make any move.

Her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings and trembled slightly. Yu Tingwan secretly opened her tightly closed eyes a sliver.

??

He had untied his belt halfway and was in a daze.

Yu Tingwan: "Do you need help?"

Wei Zhao snapped back to reality, his tone calm: "No need."

Yu Tingwan: "Then hurry up."

Since they were now husband and wife, she spoke her mind frankly.

"Outside, they’re feasting and drinking, they won’t disperse anytime soon. If we make too much noise, it won’t be good."

Wei Zhao remained silent, quietly observing Yu Tingwan, wondering what else she might say.

The little lady didn’t disappoint him.

"When Hu Dalang married Mrs. Xiao, the bed was only made two years ago and should have been extra sturdy. But at night, it still squeaked incessantly."

Mrs. Xiao’s voice, loud and unrestrained, was both painful and pleasurable, different from her usual sharp tone, now carrying a sultry timbre.

Initially, Hu Dalang, concerned about disturbing Yu Tingwan next door, would cover Mrs. Xiao’s mouth, but later Mrs. Xiao whispered suggestive things in his ear, driving him beyond restraint.

The noise kept Yu Tingwan from sleep. She had to wake up early each morning for chores. Yet she had no way to knock on their door and ask them to quiet down.

Having said this much, the young lady couldn’t help but continue.

"After the farming season, my uncle traveled with the peddler, visiting the alleys and streets, even going to the city, so he wasn’t home every day. Hu Yaozu stayed at the academy, rarely returning home."

Yu Tingwan confidently added, "Mrs. Wang isn’t deaf; she must have heard it too! But she’s eager for grandchildren."

"However, she fears Hu Dalang will weaken from overindulgence, so every time she looks at Mrs. Xiao, her eyes show disapproval."

"She must want to call Mrs. Xiao a fox spirit."

Wei Zhao didn’t understand why he was listening to all this.

But since the young lady had said so much, he had to at least respond perfunctorily.

"Why hasn’t she scolded her?"

Yu Tingwan shot him a strange look.

She answered assertively, "But the real fox spirit in the family is me."

Wei Zhao: ...

You’re quite proud of yourself.

Yu Tingwan: "Later, Hu Dazhu came home early one night and caught them."

A niece, still a girl, shouldn’t be hearing such things! Even Hu Dazhu was embarrassed.

Since he couldn’t scold his daughter-in-law, Hu Dazhu wore a dark expression, knocked on the door, and called Hu Dalang out.

"After that night, Hu Dalang sported a palm print on his face."

For the next month, Hu Dalang was too embarrassed to speak to Yu Tingwan. Since then, the noise from next door had lessened significantly.

After finishing her story, Yu Tingwan returned to the previous topic.

"Do you think our bed will collapse?"

Worried, she said, "If it falls apart, we’ll have to sleep on the floor tonight."

Yu Tingwan glanced at Wei Zhao, whose expression had turned somber.

"Right, what was I expecting from you."

Wei Shen was just a novice too!

Even though she was bolder than most girls, she still felt shy.

Yu Tingwan, being considerate, added: "You’re still injured, so please be gentle later."

As she spoke, her expression was calm, as if she were completing a necessary task.

Admiring gazes from aristocratic ladies in the Capital directed at Wei Zhao had never appeared on Yu Tingwan’s face.

Thinking of starting and finishing quickly, Yu Tingwan showed no hesitation or delay.

She found a comfortable position to lie in and reached over to unbutton, unlike Wei Zhao’s slow pace. Her actions were quick.

Wei Zhao’s eyes twitched as he watched the girl’s collar open, revealing skin as white as snow.

Was it common among women, or was she exceptionally pale?

How could one be so white?

Stopping himself from retreating, Wei Zhao’s eyes deepened as he sat on the bed, ready to lean over and reach out a hand.

But the girl, impatient, pulled him over, careful of his wound, bringing him down onto her.

Wei Zhao, unprepared, fell.

Beneath him was the girl’s vivid brows and eyes, a soft body, and her rising and falling chest with each breath.

It was as if she wouldn’t push him away, letting him take as he wished.

When had Wei Zhao ever been so intimate with a woman?

When he came of age, the Duchess Shun arranged a chamber maid for him, but Wei Zhao dismissed her without a glance.

He was not someone who indulged in women.

Not even needing relief at night often.

Yet at this moment, Yu Tingwan softly complained in his ear.

"You’re heavy."

She spoke without malice, but he heard with implication.

If Wei Zhao didn’t know what kind of person Yu Tingwan was, he’d think she was deliberately teasing.

After all, Wei Zhao was a man.

But fortunately, at that moment, he only wanted to die.

Despite seeming knowledgeable, Yu Tingwan had no actual experience. Conversely, Wei Zhao, who should have been the active one, was like wood.

The two of them stared at each other awkwardly for a long time.

Outside were the sounds of people chatting and the Village Chief and others drinking and playing games, very lively.

Inside... it was very silent.

After waiting for a long time, Yu Tingwan hesitantly spoke: "You don’t... know how to?"

Wei Zhao moved, reaching to pull at the girl’s open collar, probing inside.

Whether it was due to his unwell body or the outside breeze, his fingertips were exceptionally cold.

Yu Tingwan shivered slightly, her body tightening as she instinctively held her breath, sensing Wei Zhao’s hand sliding towards the back of her neck.

The next moment, something was pulled out.

It was the peace charm that Yu Tingwan had worn in recent days.

Wei Zhao held it in his palm, as if his scattered heart had been temporarily pieced together.

His mood improved significantly, and looking at the stunned Yu Tingwan, he mimicked her tone: "Then... will you teach me?"

Yu Tingwan: ???

Is that appropriate?

The girl, after initiating many times, finally became annoyed and embarrassed.

"If you don’t want to, then forget it! Don’t expect me to offer in the future!"

Wei Zhao doubted such a day would come.

Her face stern, she ordered, "Get off!"

Wei Zhao didn’t move: "When you pulled me down, you should have thought of this."

Thought of what?

Thought that you sat beside me, not coming for me?

Wei Zhao slowly said, "I can’t move."

What could Yu Tingwan do?

Even angry, she had to push Wei Zhao to the side.

Being considerate, she even covered him with a quilt after thinking it over.

She grabbed her collar and walked out.

Just as Wei Zhao was about to close his eyes, he heard footsteps returning.

Yu Tingwan walked ever faster, stopping at the bedside and venting her frustration with another punch.

Wei Zhao: ...

Forget it, it’s not the first time being hit.