The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 47 Untying the Belt

Linxi Village is not large, and all the villagers stay at home.

Those who lived nearby heard the firecrackers and ran out to look.

Upon seeing that it was the Wei family, who wouldn't be surprised?
However, it's not appropriate to visit someone else's home for a happy occasion.

If you go, the host family will have to invite you to a wedding banquet, but every household is short of money and the food is rationed. How can you go and eat and drink for free?

The Hu family lived far away, but Wang could still vaguely hear the noise.

With several children crying all day long at home, she couldn't eat or sleep well, and she became quite haggard as a result.

She stared at Ms. Xu, who was boiling water in the kitchen, with a hostile look.

"How can you waste firewood like this? You need to use hot water to wash diapers?"

A flash of hatred crossed Xiao Xu's eyes.

"I'm still in my postpartum period, how can I touch cold water? My mother won't help wash the diapers, and that little slut isn't coming back. What can I do?"

Wang sneered, "So you're blaming me now?"

"If anyone's to blame, it's your belly for being useless!"

She didn't even bother to look at Madam Xu and strode out.

As soon as I stepped out of the kitchen, I heard a series of intermittent sobs coming from the eldest son's room, like a cat meowing, as if he were about to cry himself to death at any moment.

It sounds so pitiful.

But Wang only found it noisy.

She spat, left the courtyard, and looked towards the end of the village.

Whose family is celebrating a happy occasion?

She decided to go and inquire about it.

"Look, isn't this the future scholar's wife?"

Granny Fan, who had always been at odds with her, walked towards her with a sarcastic and sly look.

When Wang saw her, her face fell: "It's such bad luck to see you when I go out."

For once, Granny Fan didn't argue with her; instead, she smiled meaningfully.

"Why are you still standing at the door? Didn't the Wei family invite you to the banquet?"

Wei family?

That direction at the end of the village is the second branch of the Wei family.

Wang: "Are you sick? The Wei family's marriage has nothing to do with me. Why would I get involved?"

She scoffed, "Even if they invited me, I would think they were too stingy and wouldn't do me the honor."

Granny Fan was delighted.

"The Wei family married a stepmother. How come you, as her aunt, knew nothing about it?"

She exaggeratedly and affectedly slapped herself lightly: "Oh dear, it's my fault! Even my stepmother doesn't really acknowledge you as an elder; you came from the old house. Why would I invite you over? Are you an eyesore and a spoilsport?"

She gloated, "I wonder if Hu Dazhu will beat you to death when he gets back."

Wang was stunned.

She stared wide-eyed in disbelief. She tried to find any trace of lying on Granny Fan's face, but there was none.

Wang was breathing rapidly: "I didn't even agree! Who gave her permission to get married!"

"I always thought she was shrewd, but Wei Shen has already stepped into the gates of hell! I don't know how he tricked her! She was so stupid as to jump into this trap."

Oh, and there's also the betrothal gift!

They've raised Yu Tingwan for so many years, they can't just lose everything!

Wang was furious and was about to go to the Wei family.

But after walking a few steps, she stopped again.

It's good that Yu Tingwan didn't marry well!

What was she doing causing trouble in the past?
She couldn't wait for the two of them to get married as soon as possible, so that Yu Tingwan would become a widow and see how arrogant she would be!

Granny Fan, always eager for chaos, was just waiting to see what would happen, but unexpectedly, Wang refused to leave and even started cursing at her.

"You rotten piece of trash, what business is it of yours!"

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Over here, Yu Tingwan was already sitting on the bed in the new house.

Before the veil on her head was even removed, Li Lian said that Wei Zhao should lift it.

But Wei Zhao is still outside receiving instructions!

It's his fault for not behaving properly even on his own wedding day.

The commotion outside could be heard.

“Ah Lang, you’ve really gone too far today! You even need the girl to help with the wedding ceremony? What, you’re not happy about being husband and wife with her? It’s only because your stepmother has a good temper that she’s not holding it against you!” Yu Tingwan nodded, “That’s right, that’s right.”

"He makes excuses when it's time to welcome the bride, and he's like a block of wood when it's time for the wedding ceremony. Other young men are all eager to get into the bridal chamber!"

Yu Tingwan's face turned serious. That's right!
"The girl is going to marry into this family and stay with you for life. You must apologize to her when you go in, do you hear me!"

Wei Zhao seemed deaf to the previous words, but he responded to the last sentence and opened his mouth.

"That's an unlucky saying."

Wei Zhao said listlessly, "Then her life was quite short."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

The elder was speechless for a moment.

The man next to Wei Shouzhong, dressed in coarse cotton clothes and with a dark complexion, stepped forward excitedly.

"Ah Lang, do you remember me? I'm your uncle."

Wei Zhao looked over.

"do not know."

Zhao Yong's eyes reddened.

Wei Zhao: "I really don't know him."

Zhao Yong was extremely sad.

Wei Shouzhong quickly comforted him, "Ah Lang's mind is... he can't remember anyone. Brother, don't take it to heart."

Zhao Yong was not good with words, his face turned bright red, and his gaze never left Wei Zhao.

“Something happened at home a while ago, and your aunt and I couldn’t come over. It’s really… But, Ah Lang, your uncle is worried about you.”

“Your maternal grandfather loved you the most, but unfortunately he passed away early and couldn’t see you get married. When you’re better, take your stepmother to your maternal grandfather’s grave to kowtow.”

Wei Zhao spoke slowly, a faint sense of death on his face: "However, I do have an uncle."

Zhao Yong: !!!
Everyone's eyes lit up.

Wei Zhao stated the facts: "He is already dead."

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings; everyone fell silent.

After some time, Hui Niang came out to smooth things over.

"Pah, pah, pah, you're being silly again. You're only letting it go because your uncle dotes on you."

Aunt Wu chimed in, trying to smooth things over: "It's only been a short time, and you're married now. Everyone in the village is happy for you. Come on in, don't keep your bride waiting."

This sentence sounds very familiar. It's exactly the same word that Yu Tingwan heard when she first met Wei Zhao.

Then came Li Lian's voice.

"I'm such a forgetful person, how come I didn't think of pairing you two up? I've been busy with nothing all day, but luckily you two hit it off."

"So what if it's dark? Let's go inside."

“You’re not feeling well, go home and rest early. You don’t need to socialize or drink with others. Your mother is eager to have a grandson.”

With a creak, the door opened, and Wei Zhao was shoved in.

With a bang, the door was thoughtfully closed again by the person outside.

Yu Tingwan quickly straightened her posture.

There was another person breathing inside the room, and footsteps were coming towards Yu Tingwan.

He stopped in front of Yu Tingwan.

Yu Tingwan waited for a long time but he didn't lift the veil. Instead, she heard rustling sounds.

She felt something was off, so she raised her hand and lifted a corner to look at Wei Zhao.

The little girl stared in astonishment.

Wei Zhao was bending down to undo his belt. Wei Shouzhong had hastily tied a knot there.

Yu Tingwan swallowed hard.

Not surprising at all, really not surprising.

Just like in the previous scene! I wanted to pin her down as soon as I walked in!

Wei Zhao was really tired; he couldn't get enough sleep ever since he got injured.

He yawned, wanting Yu Tingwan to move over so he could climb onto the couch to sleep.

Before he could even speak, Yu Tingwan made her move.

The little girl lay down on the couch, looking as if she were bravely going to her death.

She took a deep breath and prepared herself.

"bring it on!"

The PK was successful, thank you everyone.
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