The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 50: Wiping the Body

Perhaps it was because Wei Shen had been angered by Yu Tingwan too many times that he didn’t find her words astonishing anymore.

But there was still a bit of offense taken.

Without any expression, he withdrew his hand, unable to comprehend what exactly Yu Tingwan was after.

Just for the sake of a kinder mother-in-law?

Yet in these times, women were weak in status; being born beautiful, with an unremarkable family that couldn’t provide protection, was the greatest taboo.

With her husband deceased and no offspring, the Wei Shouzhong couple aging, if anything were to happen, a widow would not be able to take a step forward.

Yu Tingwan didn’t seem like someone with muddled thoughts.

Li Lian was clearly trying to matchmake for her, introducing even those men with shortcomings; but at the very least, it was a support, yet she insisted on entering the Wei Family’s door.

Over the years, many have tried to attach themselves to Wei Shen by familial ties or old friendships.

Let’s not even mention those cozying up in the official circles.

Quite a few tried to ingratiate themselves, pretending to be distant relatives to find a place to stay.

But... in wanting to be his sister, Yu Tingwan was the first.

However, Wei Shen had long ceased to care for his own matters, let alone question if there were any hidden objectives within.

He didn’t mind, wasn’t temperamental, even tacitly agreeing, preventing Yu Tingwan from doing anything else outrageous.

Yu Tingwan threw the cotton cloth into the basin, soaked it full of water, wrung it dry, and then wiped Wei Shen’s face.

Wei Shen didn’t move, allowing her to do as she pleased.

Yu Tingwan was silent and reticent at the Hu Family, simply because there was nothing to say to those like Mrs. Wang.

But now things were different.

She whispered, "I fear something has happened at Uncle’s home."

The uncle she referred to was Zhao Yong.

Yu Tingwan said to Wei Shen, "When you had your incident, they should have come to visit, yet there’s been no sign of them."

"During that time, the family hadn’t split up yet, and my husband spent a lot at Doctor Qian’s. Mother was worried about the savings, so she went back to her family to borrow some money."

But the Zhao Family was just ordinary, their days not much better than the Wei Family’s.

When Hui Niang returned from her visit, she came back empty-handed. Whatever had happened there left her with red eyes, as if she had cried.

"A few days later, Aunt sent someone from their village with three hundred coins, saying it wasn’t much, but could be used for emergencies."

It’s likely that this money was also borrowed from outside.

She continued to wipe Wei Shen’s neck. Her movements were gentle, the cotton brushing his Adam’s apple, bringing a ticklish sensation.

"Uncle’s home isn’t in Linxi Village. Not to mention the cold, the snow outside was thick. They should have stayed the night, but left in the dark instead."

"Earlier, I saw Mother discreetly return the three hundred coins. Even the red envelope given by Aunt this time wasn’t accepted."

Upon saying this, Yu Tingwan felt something amiss, tightened her lips, and stopped her actions.

The air around Wei Shen grew still.

He matched eyes with Yu Tingwan’s resentful gaze.

He had a hunch that if he didn’t respond, Yu Tingwan would probably hit him.

Wei Shen felt a bit of a headache.

When Hui Niang nagged in his ear in the past, he ignored it without consequence.

But with Yu Tingwan, it was different. She needed his response, not a solo act.

After a whole day, he’d already said enough.

Wei Shen replied weakly, "Is that so?"

Even though those two words lacked sincerity, Yu Tingwan seemed satisfied and analyzed further.

"This time, only Uncle and Aunt Zhao came from the Zhao Family."

Zhao Yu, their son, wasn’t seen.

If Wei Shen was getting married, Zhao Yu, being a cousin, should have come along.

"Ordinarily, someone would have asked, but today, even several elders didn’t mention it, as if they weren’t surprised, and as if afraid to bring up something sad on a day of joy."

Yu Tingwan said, "I fear something has happened to Cousin."

She recalled Hu Yaozu mentioning Zhao Yu once at the dinner table.

"That Zhao Yu from Zhao Family Village studied with the same teacher as me. Though he’s diligent and determined, he started late and is a bit dull. The teacher advised him to stop wasting money on studying,"

"But his mother was relentless, chased after him saying only education leads to success, while farming was the only choice for generations. Without power or money, they were at the mercy of others."

"She also said... also said that Zhao Yu could only seek justice for his cousin who died tragically if he succeeded in academics."

Mrs. Wang, upon hearing this, couldn’t hide the contempt in her eyes.

"Not everyone has the talent for studying like you, Erlang."

She had no sympathy whatsoever.

"Isn’t she talking about Lady Xiao? She’s long gone and buried, yet they can’t let it go?"

Back then, Yu Tingwan didn’t take it seriously, little knowing she would have any connection to the Zhao Family.

"It seems troublesome, but as Mother didn’t mention it, I didn’t ask."

Asking wouldn’t help, as she was unlikely to be of assistance either.

The only one truly able to help was Wei Shen, whose pale lips moved: "Oh."

He didn’t even know them, so what did it have to do with him?

She started to unbutton his shirt.

Wei Shen suddenly tightened his grip on the blanket: "What are you doing?"

Yu Tingwan replied earnestly, "Wiping your body."

Wei Shen felt a sense of despair.

This wasn’t the first time Yu Tingwan had seen him shirtless. But last time, she was focused on applying medicine; now, she quickly took a glance.

His chest was solid and wide, his abdomen and waist lean and taut. It seemed... quite powerful.

It must have been an illusion.

Yu Tingwan let out a startled sound.

"What is it..."

Wei Shen followed her gaze to the scars crisscrossing his body, a mix of old and new wounds.

Seeing her face turn pale, Wei Shen gradually released his tight grip on the blanket.

There was a hollowness in his eyes. He raised his hand, fingertips touching his waist.

"This was from when I was thirteen, injured in a sparring match."

At that time, he hadn’t yet formed the Wei Family Army.

"He had always lost to me, so I didn’t take the fight seriously. Overestimating my skills, I learned a lesson."

"The injury wasn’t severe; had I taken care, it wouldn’t have left a scar. But I intentionally kept it as a reminder."

So at thirteen, were you already so ruthless?

Did village boys really use knives in fights?

Yu Tingwan asked offhandedly, "What happened to him?"

Wei Shen replied, "Three days later, I ignored my wound and gave him a good beating."

"He accepted his defeat and became my Deputy General."

Yu Tingwan: ...

Alright, alright, here comes the boasting.

Wei Shen pointed to another scar.

"Two years ago, this was from a poisoned arrow."

Yu Tingwan couldn’t tell which words of his were true or false!

But it was good that Wei Shen was willing to talk.

His tone remained flat: "Ordinary people can’t get near me, and the Wei Family Army is heavily guarded, like a fortress. But somehow, I harbored a traitor by my side."

Wei Shen was certainly aware of the unusual behavior of someone right under his nose.

But this person couldn’t be touched, as he was privately connected with Eunuch Hong by the Holy Emperor’s side.

Was it even necessary to say who wanted him dead?

He, Wei Shen, had made countless achievements, long enough to be a threat to the emperor.

But having established his authority for years, the traitor hesitated before acting.

"His hands trembled, and the arrow should have missed."

Yu Tingwan looked at the scar, then back at Wei Shen.

"So what happened?"

Wei Shen replied listlessly, "How could I let their painstaking efforts go to waste?"

"I walked a few steps, right into the arrow’s path."