The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 65 I've put up with you for so long!

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Hui Niang put down what she was doing, stood up, and brushed the bamboo shavings off her clothes.

The door opened, and there stood Li Lian.

Hui Niang was about to ask her what was wrong.

Li Lian's somber expression and hesitant demeanor betrayed her unease; her heart clenched, and her hands gripped the hem of her dress tightly.

Soon, her broken cries echoed through the courtyard.

Hearing the noise, Yue Shan inside the house was so frightened that he didn't know what to do. Just as he was about to run out to see what was going on, he saw the man lying on the bed move.

Yue Shan's eyes widened in surprise.

"you……"

Wei Zhao didn't even look at him, her hair disheveled, as she got down from the ground.

His face was completely bloodless, shrouded in an aura of death.

He walked step by step to the window. He raised his hand, and with a gentle flick of his fingertips, the window was propped open at one corner.

The wind blew in, making the sounds outside even clearer.

"I thought I should tell you about this in advance, whether it's true or not..., so I'll have some idea."

She offered words of comfort, but she was convinced that Yu Tingwan was in grave danger.

The thought of that such a lovely girl dying without even a proper burial filled Li Lian with sorrow.

Hui Niang felt a piercing pain in her heart, an indescribable agony. Tears streamed down her face like broken beads.

She couldn't believe it and asked very softly, "Wan Niang was fine before she went out today, how could something have happened?"

Seeing her like this, Li Lian's eyes also reddened.

"I'm sorry for her."

Hui Niang felt a tightness in her chest, and she murmured, as if questioning, "Why didn't I stop her?"

"She was such a well-behaved and sensible girl, how scared she must have been at the time."

A wave of remorse washed over her: "My stepmother has only been married for a few days. She hasn't even enjoyed any happiness yet, but she's been living in constant fear with us. I had ulterior motives for her marrying into the family, and I shouldn't have done that. Now, for my husband, she's risked her life. How can I... how can I face anyone like this?"

She cried bitterly.

Wei Zhao felt a surge of inexplicable emotions, and his fingers trembled, inadvertently poking a hole in the paper window.

He couldn't describe the feeling.

It's strange, I feel a tightness in my chest.

next moment.

Li Lian, who was outside, hurriedly helped Hui Niang up after she fell to the ground.

"Don't cry, don't cry, maybe it's just a false alarm. Maybe Old Man Zhou just misread it, and it might not be a white tiger at all. We've never seen a tiger in our outer area."

Wei Zhao:......

He remained silent for a moment, then withdrew the emotions that should not have belonged to a dying man.

Inside the room, Yue Shan raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes.

These past few days at the Wei family home, Aunt Wan has been extremely kind to him.

He went to see his aunt's husband.

Wei Zhao, with droopy eyelids, slowly walked back to the bed.

Lie down again.

He didn't forget to cover himself with the blanket.

Yue Shan observed this and noticed that Wei Zhao's steps were light and quick as he returned.

"Uncle Wei."

He chased after him: "Aren't you even a little bit sad?"

Wei Zhao replied dismissively, "Oh."

"Aunt Wan is so good to you!"

"Oh."

"She got into trouble because of you!"

Wei Zhao yawned, knowing better than anyone that Yu Tingwan would be alright.

He didn't even want to say "oh" anymore.

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Yu Tingwan is indeed fine.

Just moments ago, Fu Meng had opened his mouth and revealed sharp fangs, gleaming coldly in the light, as if he were about to bite off her head at any moment.

But for some reason, it stopped.

That's how we ended up in this situation.

The girl sitting on the snow hugged her knees, trembling all over.

The tall and imposing Fu Meng paced back and forth in front of her, occasionally digging at the ground and roaring anxiously. He would stop and stare at Yu Tingwan with his cold and sharp eyes, then bring his nose close and sniff the girl's face and neck again and again.

It seemed as if I was smelling that faint, almost imperceptible, familiar scent.

The hot air sprayed over her made Yu Tingwan's face turn ashen. She clutched her chest, trembling as she closed her eyes, feeling as if she were about to be torn to pieces.

The next moment, Fu Meng left, but soon his round face was right in front of him again.

It stopped sniffing, but licked the girl. Its saliva covered her face.

If it weren't for the fact that Yu Tingwan wasn't blind, she would have thought she was dealing with a lecherous man instead of a ferocious beast!

Even with her intelligence, she had no idea what was wrong with the white tiger!

Fu Meng seemed to have confirmed something. Its steps became more relaxed, and much of its hostility dissipated.

There was a slight movement ahead; the grass blades swayed slightly.

Fu Meng leaped up, his movements as swift as lightning.

In the blink of an eye, he brought back a pheasant that he had bitten so badly that it was covered in blood.

Fu Meng squatted down beside the girl, and the ground seemed to tremble as he did so.

It opened its mouth and threw in the dead pheasant, the sound of bones snapping as it chewed filling the air.

Extending one's head is a sword, and shrinking one's head is also a sword.

Yu Tingwan slowed her breathing and moved her body away little by little, trying to increase the distance between herself and Fu Meng.

She thought the white tiger would get angry.

No.

It tilted its head to look at Yu Tingwan, as if it were looking at something strange.

The girl has always been the type to climb as high as she can, no matter what opportunity she has.

She regained her strength, suppressed the doubts that welled up inside her, and suddenly stood up and ran away.

They didn't manage to escape.

Fu Meng pressed her back to the ground.

Yu Tingwan stood up again.

He was pushed down again.

Stand up again.

He was pushed down again.

Repeatedly.

Yu Tingwan felt utterly hopeless: ...

"or."

Frustrated, she shouted, "Just eat me already!"

Seriously, I got really angry.

Perhaps sensing her emotions, Fu Meng lifted its heavy paws and patted Yu Tingwan's head.

Wei Zhao always photographed it like this.

This is also his way of expressing friendliness.

Two loud bangs.

But it doesn't stop exerting force.

Yu Tingwan's eyes lit up as she covered the head that was about to be smashed.

In a daze, the girl was grabbed by the back of her collar by Fu Meng, who carried her away towards a pit.

It wasn't a shallow pit like before; it was a deep pit.

After throwing the girl in, Fu Meng flicked his tail and went deep into the mountains.

The pit was filled with thick snow, as if it had been dug for some time. The girl was dressed warmly, so she didn't feel any pain.

Yu Tingwan wiped her face hard, not caring about recovering at all.

If you don’t leave now, wait until later.

But... she discovered a very serious problem.

The pit was too deep; she couldn't climb out at all.

She worked hard for an hour, huffing and puffing.

Fu Meng's head reappeared at the mouth of the pit.

Yu Tingwan looked at it expressionlessly.

Fu Meng jumped down and then picked her up again.

Yu Tingwan, who had fallen to the ground again, had never been so toyed with.

She wanted to die, but felt that someone else was the real culprit!

She couldn't hold it in any longer: "I've been putting up with you for so long!"

Fu Meng glanced at her and pushed a bunch of gadgets he'd brought from the deep mountains toward her.

She looked down and froze.

It's full of precious wild ginseng, lingzhi, and he shou wu...

They piled up like a small mountain, as if they were free.

Fu Meng roared and raised his paw again. But the paw didn't fall on the girl's head this time.

It pointed in the direction down the mountain, indicating that Yu Tingwan could leave.

(End of this chapter)