The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 62: Stop Crying for People Who Don’t Matter

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Stop Crying for People Who Don’t Matter

The scene came to an abrupt halt.

What came into view was the old bed of the Wei Family.

Yu Tingwan’s breath hitched slightly, a clear shock flashing in her eyes.

What she just saw was her past life.

Yet in her past life, her husband didn’t return to Linxi Village? What happened in between? Why did he seem like old acquaintances with the new County Magistrate?

Yu Tingwan pressed her lips together, but the information she had was too scant, just scattered fragments, leaving her unable to find a reasonable answer.

Wei Zhao woke up again in the night.

He was weak, his sleep light, and he was alert. In dreams, he always felt like a pair of eyes were watching him.

Upon looking, oh, it was Yu Tingwan.

The girl was preoccupied, her eyes harboring confusion and words unspoken.

However, Wei Zhao didn’t want to inquire.

He turned with difficulty, his back to her.

The next moment, he was flipped back by the girl again.

"..."

Wei Zhao looked listless, his tone slow: "Did I provoke you?"

Yu Tingwan: "Yes!"

"Then... I feel rather... wronged."

The tone... you’re quite delicate.

Yu Tingwan took a deep breath, asking directly and straightforwardly: "Tell me honestly, do you know someone truly capable?"

This was very important to Yu Tingwan.

If Wei Zhao knew the future County Magistrate Xiao, could it mean there were clues to find him, and then find the doctor treating him?

In her past life, that doctor cured Wei Zhao!

He woke up half a year later, and that was only because Wei Zhao himself didn’t want to wake up!

Evidently, that person’s medical skills were exceptionally brilliant.

Yu Tingwan suppressed her excitement, her eyes seemed to hold a galaxy. In the dim room, the tear mole on the girl’s eyebrows seemed to sparkle.

Wei Zhao looked at her inexplicably, not wanting to delve deep into why Yu Tingwan was asking this.

But seeing her serious expression, Wei Zhao was inclined to respond, his thin lips moved.

"Someone capable?"

Yu Tingwan nodded eagerly: "Yes, yes."

Think carefully!

Wei Zhao fell into deep thought.

Over the years, he hadn’t really been fazed by anyone.

No one made him look differently.

The girl was just about to hint that maybe the person’s surname is Xiao, when Wei Zhao lethargically said: "Isn’t he right in front of you?"

Yu Tingwan: ??? Just you?

It was as if she punched into cotton.

It was her mistake.

How could she forget that Wei Zhao was ill?

He didn’t even know who he was, what could he remember?

The girl was inevitably disappointed.

But she had no connections, nor money. In this vast world, how could she have the means to inquire anyone?

The room fell into dead silence, the girl was very unsatisfied with his answer.

Occasionally, a few bird chirps came from outside, Wei Zhao closed his eyes, as if his neck still retained that warmth.

On such a night, his heart rarely found calmness.

Just when Yu Tingwan thought he had fallen back asleep, his lips moved again.

"Oh."

"You don’t believe me."

Yu Tingwan: ... how quite resentful.

Emotions are important for recuperation, Yu Tingwan would not allow Wei Zhao to be unhappy!

She softly coaxed along his words: "I really don’t know much about your past, why don’t you tell me in detail?"

What could Wei Zhao say?

Say that when he saw Duke Zhongyong angrily chastise the troublesome Xiao Huaian, he didn’t step in to mediate but instead helped pass a wooden stick as thick as an arm?

Or say that at the age of eight, he already knew how to sow discord, causing the precarious brotherhood between the Crown Prince and the Fifth Prince to collapse?

Say that when his father passed and the emperor came to express condolences, he desperately hid his immense hatred and still had to express gratitude?

Or perhaps... the battle near the border recently was privately instigated by him.

Wei Zhao falls, the Wei Family Army disperses.

This would be an irreplaceable loss for Da Jin.

As for the consequences... what would it have to do with him, Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao stopped speaking.

The girl wasn’t necessarily expecting an answer, she climbed up onto the bed with soft rustles, lying beside him, still thinking about matters from the past life.

Perhaps too exhausted, her eyelids grew heavier.

It seemed as if someone gently tucked her in, and she vaguely heard Wei Zhao’s voice.

"Don’t cry for irrelevant people anymore."

"It’s not worth it."

She was going to protest, but she was too tired and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The following days were rare sunny ones,

Yet Wei Zhao’s health visibly deteriorated.

Yu Tingwan didn’t dare let him go out anymore.

Wei Zhao grew increasingly listless, opting to lay down rather than stand, and refraining from speaking if possible.

Yue Shan was very understanding, and when Yu Tingwan and Hui Niang were busy, he sat by the bed watching over Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao’s spirits were low, settled half-leaning against the bed, occasionally letting out light coughs. His eyes were hollow and desolate, his sickly presence adding a fragmented touch.

For every ten sentences Hui Niang said to him, it was incredible he could respond with just one.

These past few days, Yu Tingwan had found nothing beyond ordinary herbs.

At the break of dawn, she retrieved the back basket thrown in the corner, informed Hui Niang, and with a cornbread in hand, planned to head out. It had sugar, and tasted quite good.

She didn’t rush up the mountain.

A few days prior, Widow Shi came with money again, asking Hui Niang to help braise beef.

The last time the Wei Family braised intestines, the aroma was so overpowering that anyone passing by couldn’t help but crave it. But upon learning it was pig offal, they backed away in disdain.

Widow Shi also turned her nose up at it, but she thought if intestines braised could be that aromatic, let alone meat.

Hui Niang had trouble with her legs, and the Shi Family was far, so Yu Tingwan took on the task and was on her way to deliver the braised beef to the Shi Family.

After walking for who knows how long, the girl finally knocked on the Shi Family’s door.

"Who is it? I’m coming."

Widow Shi hurriedly came to open the door, smiling upon seeing Yu Tingwan.

"I was planning to get it later, but you came all this way."

Yu Tingwan placed down the basket, took out the bowl inside, and lifted the lid to show Widow Shi. The braised beef inside was rich in color and brightness.

"Mother said after eating, don’t discard the marinade, auntie, if you want to braise anything at home, just use it, the flavor improves with each use."

Widow Shi was pleased: "Just by the smell, I know it’s good."

She took it, asked politely about Wei Zhao’s situation, then couldn’t help showing pride.

"These days, not everyone can afford beef, it’s because my eldest son has prospects and won the boss’s favor that we got just a pound."

"I was afraid of ruining this good thing, we’re fortunate to have your mother."

Yu Tingwan still hoped to do more business with Widow Shi: "Everyone in the village says auntie’s son is filial, always bringing good things home, you’re blessed."

Who doesn’t like to hear that!

Widow Shi also felt sorry for the Wei Family’s second branch. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

She kindly said: "You know my eldest son works as an accountant at a teahouse in the county, he has some skills. Once your husband recovers, since we’re from the same village, my son could help him, maybe see if he can work errands at the teahouse."

If someone else heard this, they’d probably be thrilled.

But after a moment’s contemplation, Yu Tingwan politely declined: "I don’t want to trouble you, auntie. I’m not counting on my husband to achieve great things. I’ll be grateful as long as his body recovers fully."

Wei Zhao stubbornly claimed he was the most capable, even holding grudges against matters of martial practice, feeling he could even rival the Great General.

If he were to work errands, he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Did she not know how fragile this man’s heart was!!!