The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 253: I Have a High Tolerance

The candlelight flickered, making a soft crackling sound. The light was diffused gently by the surrounding crimson hue.

The man’s gaze was fiery, making Yu Tingwan’s breath catch, unsure where to place her fingertips that picked at the bedding.

She bit her lip, slightly turning her head, her peripheral vision landing on the bedside table. There sat a lush evergreen plant, its green leaves adorned with red and green colored peanuts.

At this critical moment, Yu Tingwan was somehow lost in thought.

Back when she married into the Wei Family, Wei Zhao wasn’t in good health, and the family was poor. The wedding banquet was kept simple, and despite only setting up one table, the preparations were thorough.

Among them was the evergreen plant.

The evergreen signifies longevity, and peanuts symbolize many children and great blessings.

But Wei Zhao was so infuriating, always pulling off peanut after peanut when no one was looking.

Not eating them either!

What a waste!

Back then, Yu Tingwan never imagined that one day Wei Zhao would prepare these, hanging them one by one.

He always acted with such thoroughness.

Perhaps from the moment he took her from Ze County, Wei Zhao had already planned to bring her to Wuyang City.

The red silk, the celebratory candles in this room... were all bought long ago, waiting for him to arrange personally.

Coincidentally, they caught the temple fair in Wuyang City.

How could there be so many coincidences?

It’s merely someone’s gradual plan.

"Were you doing all this just now?"

Her voice was soft, audible only to the two of them.

Wei Zhao’s breathing mingled with hers: "Yes."

Yu Tingwan: "Actually... I could have helped too."

After all, it involves both of them.

It would be untruthful to say she wasn’t moved.

In truth, if Wei Zhao hadn’t prepared all this, she wouldn’t have minded. Their time together had already given Yu Tingwan the feeling of being an old married couple.

But he fears she might feel wronged; in essence, he’s willing to care for her.

Though Yu Tingwan is bold usually, when it comes to real matters, she gets flustered.

At least her heart was pounding fiercely.

She wasn’t heartless.

She had always seen Wei Zhao’s kindness towards her.

But she’s just too insecure, always worried about the future, the unpredictability of life, so she’s been feigning ignorance.

Wei Zhao is so good; she wants to give it a try.

Not just muddling through, but being long-term with him as his wife.

She tentatively placed her hand on his shoulder, her ears slightly reddening under Wei Zhao’s profound gaze, and gradually wrapped her arms around his neck.

"It feels like getting married a second time."

"But always with the same person."

Yu Tingwan: "Thinking about it, it’s quite exciting."

Wei Zhao’s lips descended, kissing the girl’s eyes.

From the first time he saw Yu Tingwan, he thought those eyes were exceptionally lively.

Wei Zhao: "Are you afraid?"

His voice was gentle, and as his fingers untied the waist sash of her inner garment, he added, "The first time might hurt a bit."

Wei Zhao had never experienced things between a man and a woman, but he’d heard plenty of dirty talk on the battlefield, enough to have some understanding.

Ever since she was young, if Yu Tingwan ever scraped herself, she’d cry her heart out, being delicate and afraid of pain.

But later on.

This little girl, in order not to be driven away, even though she wasn’t tall enough to reach the stove, she stood on a wooden stool to cut vegetables, slicing her hand, carrying pig fodder heavier than herself, shoulders marked by rope, it became commonplace.

"Just go a bit faster; I can endure it."

But...

She stammered, "It’s... it’s not dark yet."

Wei Zhao, seemingly indifferent, removed her inner garment.

Exposing her rounded shoulders and her soft yellow undergarments.

The red silk curtains were drawn down, segregating the world of the bed. Light streamed in, illuminating the girl’s snowy skin on the red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks, as radiant as spring. Her black hair, like a satin ribbon, cascaded down, strikingly dazzling.

With his movements, Yu Tingwan blushed all over, lying beneath him, allowing him to maneuver her body, lifting her arm when asked, feeling like a dream, like a soul.

Ever since their marriage, she had altered her undergarments countless times.

Her body was perfect, with everything in place. Especially soft, hard to hold with just one hand.

"Don’t look."

Yu Tingwan’s dense lashes spread like crow feathers below her eyes. Though she was initially open-minded, after a while, she felt somewhat embarrassed.

"You can’t just keep staring because you don’t have any..."

The rest of the words caught in her throat, turning into a low gasp.

Heat climbed from his palms to the top, kneading with just the right amount of force.

Yu Tingwan’s eyes trembled, breathing lightly.

Wei Zhao unhurriedly said: "Indeed, it’s still early."

"Let’s serve you well first."

Yu Tingwan’s heated breath quickened, her chest rising and falling.

Amid her bewilderment, Wei Zhao lowered himself to a particular spot.

She shivered violently. Her neck stretched upward.

"No..."

Like a torn sail swaying with the roaring winds and waves, when the waves reached their peak, all she heard was a buzzing in her ears, gasping for air, yet the man’s burning body still relentlessly invaded.

Just as she uttered a word, she couldn’t bear the stimulation, trembling uncontrollably.

The unfamiliar tide of emotions seemed to drown her reason.

She wanted to push him away, but her hands were feeble.

The flickering candlelight was moistened, her mind blank, yet she heard someone chuckle softly.

Surprised.

"Already?"

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That night.

A carriage came to a steady halt at the Ze County post station.

Before the coachman could lift the curtain, an impatient passenger stepped out of the carriage.

Donning a black cloak, he walked briskly.

The guards outside the post station were about to stop him when they saw Uncle Yan, who usually stayed by He Xuran’s side, stride out and respectfully greet the man.

Seeing this, the guards dared not utter a word.

Gu Fuju, his face grave, headed inside.

Uncle Yan led the way, heading toward the second floor.

He whispered, "Master."

"I met that girl, and at first sight, she seemed so close, as if she was molded in the same way as when Madam was young."

Gu Fuju’s throat was parched.

He Xuran estimated Gu Fuju should arrive these days, but he wasn’t sure about the exact time.

However, he had his spies throughout Ze County, and as soon as Gu Fuju entered the city gates, he got the news.

He happened to come down at that moment, walking fast, in haste, and bumped into Gu Fuju at the corner.

About to call someone, his arm was gripped tightly by Gu Fuju.

In He Xuran’s impression, Gu Fuju, born in a humble family, managed to secure a foothold at a young age in the Court through his skills, unwavering even in the presence of the Emperor, rarely losing composure. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

But now, his voice was dry: "Where is she?"

"Xuran."

"Where is she?"

He Xuran couldn’t find the words.

He feared that Yu Tingwan might resist, so he hadn’t dared to overtly send people to watch the Wei Family’s door.

But! The entire Ze County was his network of spies.

People left without him knowing!

This wasn’t the place to talk. He Xuran led Gu Fuju into the room he usually stayed in.

Once inside, he wore a look of distress.

"She... she left with her husband a few days ago."

"It’s been three days since they left, I only just found out."

If Yang Weiweng hadn’t unexpectedly visited the Wei Family and mentioned it inadvertently upon returning, he wouldn’t have known!

This was evidently fishy.

How was he to know that even with all his spies, Ze County had long been the territory of the Wei Family Army?