The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 68 Husband, hug me

Wei Zhao wanted to leave to make room.

But his movements were nowhere near as fast as Yu Tingwan's.

The girl quickly took off her cotton-padded coat and eagerly stepped into the bathtub.

The hot water soothed every inch of her skin, and the discomfort and fatigue seemed to be washed away. She sighed comfortably.

Wei Zhao had never experienced such a helpless situation.

He faced the wall and slowly pulled the blanket over his head, but couldn't stop the pattering sound of water.

Involuntarily, the image of the girl taking off her clothes one by one seemed to reappear before my eyes.

A long, slender neck and delicate collarbones.

She has a slender waist and a firm chest.

Don't let her thinness fool you, she has everything she needs, even... curves.

She should be considered extremely beautiful.

At least, Wei Zhao had never seen eyes as clear and mind as hers, yet a beauty mark at the corner of her eye added a touch of charm and elegance to her beautiful face.

These two are not contradictory or conflicting.

Wei Zhao's eyelids twitched when he realized what he was thinking.

He was never a reckless person. In his early years, he would avoid women who threw themselves at him like the plague, but he was eventually influenced by Yu Tingwan.

But Wei Zhao didn't dwell on it for long.

He was unmarried and had never experienced love. The girl called him "husband" softly every day, and the two had shared a bed for many days. Having just experienced it, even a saint could not remain unmoved.

Fortunately, he quickly calmed down.

His breathing went from erratic to calm, and Wei Zhao eliminated all unnecessary thoughts.

His expression calmed down, and he regained his usual listlessness.

Compared to the desire to die, that insignificant, fleeting desire is utterly insignificant.

The girl could no longer affect him in the slightest.

Wei Zhao slowly closed his eyes; he was sleepy.

Yu Tingwan was unaware that she had caused trouble for Wei Zhao, nor did she know what he was thinking.

Even if someone told Yu Tingwan that Wei Zhao was thinking about her, in an unclean way, she wouldn't believe it.

After all, Wei Zhao has another identity: she is a sister!
Yu Tingwan got out of the bathtub when the water wasn't so hot anymore.

She changed into a clean bodice and then chose a thin undergarment.

After drying her clean hair, the girl could barely open her eyes.

She went straight to the bed.

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Hui Niang washed the girl's undergarments, but cotton clothes are not easy to wash, so she planned to take them to the river to wash. Thinking that Yue Shan hadn't gone out for the past few days and was probably going to get bored, she took him along as well.

The gloom that had hung over the house dissipated, and the two opened the door, chatting and laughing, only to bump into the village head's youngest son lingering at the door.

"Isn't this Chang Shu? What's wrong?"

Upon hearing the sound, Chang Shu quickly came over.

"Aunt."

He scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed: "Logically speaking, I shouldn't have made this trip since something happened at my aunt's house."

“But when my brothers and I went on patrol earlier, we saw a girl coming down from the mountain.”

They were too far away to see her face clearly.

The other party probably saw them too, and for some reason, took another route and slipped away very quickly.

At first, they didn't take it seriously, but were just glad that another person had survived after Old Man Zhou.

But afterwards...

"The more we thought about it, the more something seemed off."

"My elder brother sent me to ask if my stepmother has returned."

If they come back, everyone will be happy; if they don't, it's like touching a sore spot.

Therefore, Chang Shu asked with great caution.

Upon hearing this, Hui Niang hurriedly replied, "Thank you for your concern. It's Wan Niang; the child is fine."

Chang Shu: "Okay, okay, that's good. Auntie, you can go ahead with your work. I have to go back now."

He didn't go on patrol; he ran straight home.

The village head was currently discussing the follow-up arrangements with several elderly people who were influential in the village.

Perhaps he was flustered, and also worried about his grandson at the foot of the mountain, he paced back and forth in the yard.

Normally, if something happened, the first thing to do would be to seek help from the government. But the current situation doesn't allow that, so the entire village has to unite and help themselves.

Just then, Chang Shu rushed in from outside. "Master, Wan Niang is still alive!"

Everyone suddenly turned to look at him.

“That shouldn’t be the case. Old Zhou said she was eaten.”

"Chang Shu, don't joke about this kind of thing."

Chang Shu hurriedly said, "It was Aunt Hui who said it herself, there's no mistake."

The village headman didn't believe it, his face darkening: "Even ordinary men would be in grave danger, how could a girl like her possibly escape alive?"

Chang Shu: "I was also puzzled on the way back."

"But if there really was a tiger, how come Old Man Zhou is alright?"

"You can't just say he was lucky."

Chang Shu scoffed: "His wife died, leaving him a bachelor, and his son died too, without leaving any heir. How could someone like that have good luck?"

He looked down on Old Man Zhou, who still relied on his daughter-in-law for support, and even more so on Old Man Zhou's despicable character.

"I heard that he even tried to grope Granny Fan back then, and Granny Fan beat him up with a stick."

He would go and join in the fun whenever there were groups of women in the village.

"Putting everything else aside, if I hadn't caught him touching and pulling at that silly girl last year, I don't know what would have happened."

"Would Heaven be so blind as to ignore such a thing and instead take away the stepmother?"

The village head and the others: ...

I really want to refute it, but I can't.

"Didn't Master send someone next door to fetch a hunter? If you're still worried, have them search the outer perimeter."

Chang Shu: "I think we'd probably turn it upside down and find nothing."

He scoffed, "Who knows what's wrong with Old Man Zhou? Why would he suddenly curse my stepmother?"

"Anyway, he didn't have anything good to say."

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Wei family.

Yu Tingwan slept soundly for an hour.

The sky had completely sunk.

She comfortably rolled over and saw Wei Zhao's head with his back to her.

Wei Zhao woke up when he heard any movement nearby.

Someone poked my lower back.

Wei Zhao closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

Yu Tingwan thought about what had happened during the day, and her emotions calmed down.

She can't keep a secret.

"Before encountering the White Tiger, Old Man Zhou was also in the mountains."

Wei Zhao didn't care.

“You shouldn’t remember him. Your parents haven’t mentioned Xiao Niang’s matter in front of you, but you should have some idea of ​​what happened. That marriage that caused someone’s death was arranged by his daughter-in-law, Matchmaker Liu, behind your parents’ and your grandmother’s back.”

Wei Zhao didn't care.

"In a way, our two families are enemies."

She sounded very tired, and her voice was very soft, but she sounded extremely fragile.

"I don't know if he came up the mountain and saw me alone and had evil intentions, or if he had planned this all along..."

Yu Tingwan found it difficult to say: "You forcibly defiled me."

Wei Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, his deep, dark eyes devoid of any warmth, his lips pressed tightly together, his anger deepening.

"I am a little scared."

"But there's no one on the mountain who can help me."

"I can't run."

Yu Tingwan felt more and more aggrieved as she spoke.

It seemed like she could only say these things to Wei Shen.

"At that time, I thought, if it comes to nothing, I'll fight him to the death and never let him succeed."

"Speaking of which, the white tiger also saved me."

He heard the girl say very softly, "Turn around."

"Husband, hug me."

(End of this chapter)