The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 203: Don’t Do That, It’s Easy to Lose Control

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Don’t Do That, It’s Easy to Lose Control

How did that old scholar pick her!

"Isn’t it so?"

"Her parents could only come frequently to apologize to the scholar, with their attitude very humble. Although the old scholar was strict, he couldn’t just drive them away."

The Zhao Family goes to visit regularly every month, and Lady Zhao hears him furiously mention the little girl every time.

It’s quite... amusing.

So, today she couldn’t help but mention it to Hui Niang.

Hui Niang: "Maybe she knew her teacher’s wife was sick, or her family reminded her repeatedly. She didn’t throw tantrums or do anything particularly outlandish, she was just very stubborn."

"Obviously a smart one, but she really disliked studying."

"While other kids treated books like treasures. She, on the other hand, tore pages to fold flowers, wore them on her head, and went to ask the scholar if she looked pretty."

Books are precious!

They are expensive to buy.

Yu Tingwan found it amusing.

If she had such a daughter, she’d probably be infuriated.

"Maybe the old scholar was driven crazy by her."

"Exactly, but she didn’t seem to realize her fault. She even said her father had money just for her to squander."

How improper this talk is.

The old scholar immediately started preaching wisdom and morals.

The little girl blinked her eyes while listening.

When the old scholar finally stopped, hoarse, she cupped her little face.

"Did you understand?"

"No."

"What didn’t you understand?"

"Everything."

The old scholar reigned his patience: "Why didn’t you mention it earlier?"

The little girl, with her childish voice: "I couldn’t just interrupt, right? You told us on the first day to respect the teacher, and I remembered."

Hui Niang: "It’s somewhat of a waste of money since tuition isn’t cheap."

"The scholar several times got so angry that he’d use a rattan to whip her."

Yu Tingwan thought something was off but couldn’t pinpoint it: "Maybe the pain will teach her a lesson."

"But it didn’t."

"That little girl, with her eyes all red, still dared to retort angrily while trembling from the pain."

Yu Tingwan asked: "What did she say?"

"Doesn’t hurt, use more strength!"

Yu Tingwan felt increasingly something was off.

Hui Niang: "But her family indeed had money. The little girl always had gold and silver jewelry clinking on her body when she went to school."

"Before she even reached the scholar’s house, everyone inside knew who was coming."

Yu Tingwan: ??

She couldn’t laugh anymore.

The girl put down her chopsticks.

The interest in idle talk dissipated.

Oh boy, turns out the protagonist of the story was herself.

She was still young then, couldn’t remember much, just the deepest impressions. Of course, she would remember the clinking sound!

Yu Tingwan suddenly felt very tired.

She used to be somewhat naughty and deserving of a scolding.

The one with a headache wasn’t Nannan, it was clearly her.

To this day, Yu Tingwan still had the fear imposed by the scholar.

She even started to feel her palms hurt.

"But..."

"Annoying though she was, the old scholar taught for many years. Saying he didn’t care would be a lie. She grasped concepts quickly, just didn’t apply them to study. Mischievous but strangely considerate, often visiting to cheer up her teacher’s wife. Your Aunt Zhao said that when the little girl’s family later faced trouble, the scholar still gets sad when mentioning it."

Hui Niang advised: "Take it as idle talk, it doesn’t concern us, and don’t dwell on it. If you meet her later, don’t bring it up."

With a sizzling sound, she poured the chopped vegetables into the pot to stir-fry. She didn’t notice the change in Yu Tingwan’s expression.

She recalled something and softly said: "This county academy allows students to return home every fortnight. Soon, we can go and fetch Ah Yu back."

In a short time, with only two days off, students from further away stayed at the academy.

Zhao Yong and the Yu Family returned to the village to prepare for spring plowing. If Zhao Yu came back, the travel may take most of the two days.

Hui Niang worried: "I wonder if the child is still adapting."

She would have said more, but noticed Yu Tingwan in a daze.

"What’s wrong?"

Yu Tingwan just felt dizzy.

Hui Niang was concerned: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Yu Tingwan dryly: "I... am fine."

Suddenly, she heard a laugh.

It came from the doorway.

Wei Zhao had been leaning there for who knows how long, listening.

He wore clothes made by Hui Niang. His face, though still pale, had some color.

"Really?"

Wei Zhao said softly: "I thought you’d be somewhat ashamed."

Yu Tingwan: ???

What do you mean!

Did Wei Zhao know it was her?

Hui Niang feared the wind and rain would chill Wei Zhao, so she quickly invited him in but paused after hearing this.

Wei Zhao rarely laughed.

But when he saw Yu Tingwan’s death stare, he chuckled quietly, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Yu Tingwan: ???

She marched over angrily,

"What’s so funny! What’s to laugh at? Am I a joke to you?"

Wei Zhao stared at her for a moment.

He was about to speak.

But Yu Tingwan dragged him away.

Yu Tingwan dared not use too much force.

After all, Wei Zhao was fragile.

Once inside, she closed the door heavily.

Yu Tingwan glared at him: "If you dare say I am, you’re doomed."

Wei Zhao gazed at her sidelong, leaning halfway onto her weakly, murmured: "Then hit me."

Yu Tingwan: ???

What kind of request is that!

Don’t hit you, and you’re uncomfortable??

She already clenched her fists.

But soon, she deflated. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The girl lowered her head to look at her shoes, speaking muffledly.

"That unruly girl was me."

Wei Zhao: "I know."

Yu Tingwan: "Teacher’s wife was really good to me, every time the scholar was about to hit me, I’d go to her, and she’d protect me."

"When I had to write an essay on willow trees, I found it tough, but she encouraged me that I could do it and read it to her."

Her tone dropped: "But I still haven’t managed to write well."

Wei Zhao opened his mouth, yet couldn’t say a word.

He straightened up, pulling her gently into his embrace, feeling her slight tremble, silently comforting her.

————

Night fell.

Outside, the crows were asleep.

The night was deep, and faintly the clanging of the night watchman could be heard outside.

Yu Tingwan woke up in the middle of the night, feeling a bit thirsty.

She noticed the light in the room was still on, and Wei Zhao was half-sitting beside her, still awake, playing with something in his hands.

Yu Tingwan, still drowsy, glanced over.

She froze.

It was a glittering golden peony.

The petals overlapped, exquisite and adding a touch of nobility.

Seeing her awake, Wei Zhao’s voice was tender: "You’ve never seen one folded from paper, but this one in my hand..."

He moved closer, bending down to place the flower in her hair.

"My wife looks very pretty wearing it."

Yu Tingwan didn’t cautiously reach up to touch it, nor did she hurriedly get up to look in the mirror.

Her throat felt tight, emotions swirling.

"Husband."

She hugged Wei Zhao’s neck tightly.

Wei Zhao was unprepared, his body pressed against hers.

His lips brushed against her soft, rosy lips, his body tensed, his nose filled with her unique sweet scent, his Adam’s apple moved heavily, restraining himself from clutching her slender waist: "Don’t do this."

His voice was heavily suppressed.

"It’s easy to lose control."