The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 255 - 254: Gorgeous Begonia

"I asked Wan Niang’s parents. They said she went out to seek medical treatment."

Unwilling to reveal, but he can investigate.

But the result was like the Yu Family’s fire, no trace could be found.

He Xuran was worried.

Is it the same group of forces obstructing his investigation, deliberately burying the truth?

Is Yu Tingwan in danger?

Perhaps he guessed his concerns.

Gu Fuju concealed the coldness in his eyes.

"No."

He was overly certain.

Although He Xuran was taken aback, he believed Gu Fuju and did not question further.

He slightly put his mind at ease.

The thick stack of papers on the table had been flipped through countless times, recording the life experiences of Yu Tingwan.

Finally, He Xuran handed it to Gu Fuju.

In the Yu Family, the girl was well taken care of. But after going to Xilin Village...

All those countless grievances and endurance, He Xuran felt as if his heart was being cut out while reading.

This is a girl who should be cherished in the palm of the Gu Family’s hand.

He Xuran: "Does Ah Jie know about Wan Niang..."

"Not yet."

Gu Fuju’s face was heavy as he flipped through the pages.

Finally, he paused.

It was a portrait.

Drawn by He Xuran.

It was when he first saw Yu Tingwan at the execution ground, after returning, he couldn’t calm his mind and picked up the brush.

His drawing skills were exquisite.

Just like the real person.

After finishing the drawing, he felt ridiculous and wanted to burn it.

One shouldn’t privately keep a woman’s portrait just because of her looks; it is not the behavior of a gentleman.

Yet somehow, he kept it until now.

With a few strokes, the girl stood gracefully, soft as jade and flowers, but with a straight back and determined eyes.

Gu Fuju stared at it for a long time.

As if he could see the real person through the portrait.

She looked remarkably like the young Jiasan.

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Wuyang City.

The sky was gloomy, and firecrackers were set off in front of the Zhu Family’s gate.

The sound of gongs and drums filled the air.

A lot of people had already gathered.

The lion dance was supposed to start from the Zhu Family, along the street with stalls, stopping and starting, all the way to the Goddess Temple.

The Zhu Family servants hadn’t slept, busy as bees.

The townsfolk were amazed.

"Oh, these lanterns are beautiful, hanging one every few lengths, hanging all the way to our Childbirth Goddess Temple, I wonder how many it takes, it must cost quite a bit of silver."

The Zhu Family’s servants stood tall and proud.

"Such money is nothing to the Zhu Family."

"Our young master has had smooth sailing these years, all thanks to the blessings of the gods. Soon he’ll be getting married, and it’s a joyous occasion for the estate. The old master is so happy, he declared this morning that everyone must come to receive blessing cakes later to spread the joy."

"Naturally, naturally."

"Once Young Master Zhu gets married and adds a few more strapping sons to the family, Old Master Zhu’s good fortune is just beginning."

Unlike the commotion outside.

In an unnoticeable small courtyard, the candles had burned down more than halfway.

Yu Tingwan gasped heavily, her body finally recovering, when Wei Zhao pressed her lips again.

This was excessive.

He didn’t mind the mess.

But Yu Tingwan did.

He never rinsed his mouth.

"Look outside."

Wei Zhao suddenly said.

Yu Tingwan’s moist eyes were full of spring warmth, the tear mole at the corner of her eye shimmering. She reached out with a tender arm and pulled back a curtain.

He asked, "What do you see?"

Yu Tingwan’s voice was lingering soft: "I don’t want to."

Yu Tingwan: "I’m going to sleep."

She negotiated with him kindly: "Is that okay?"

But could Wei Zhao let her go?

The fragrant snow with a subtle aroma lingered quietly.

The man patiently asked again: "What do you see?"

"I see..."

Yu Tingwan: "...It’s dawn."

When she was young, her father brought back a delicate and small glass bottle for Yaoyao upon returning from an escort mission.

She loved it and didn’t hesitate to show it off.

Yaoyao’s room also had a beautiful pebble.

She picked it up outside.

The pebble was large and cylindrical; Yaoyao once whimsically tried to place it inside the glass bottle.

But the bottle’s neck was narrow like a slit, the size wasn’t right, no matter how much strength she used, how could it fit in?

The girl’s face turned pale with pain, big beads of tears twirled in her eyes, crashing onto the pillow, leaving wet, dark patches.

But soon...

The expressions of the two changed.

Yu Tingwan was surprised.

Wei Zhao’s face was dark as ink.

Yu Tingwan blushed like a forced blooming crabapple: "Is it done?"

She couldn’t say Wei Zhao looked good but was not useful.

How long could it have been?

Just... just...

A sin.

However, this kind of thing somewhat hurt pride, especially for someone like Wei Zhao, a favored child of heaven.

Yu Tingwan didn’t care about the pain, she comforted him considerately: "I don’t mind."

Wei Zhao couldn’t accept it.

"I won’t tell anyone."

Wei Zhao didn’t want to speak.

"Don’t feel bad, men aren’t really perfect. You are scholarly, skilled in martial arts, capable, steady... There’s always something that’s lacking, how can you have all the benefits."

Not a word was what Wei Zhao wanted to hear.

"This is good too, doesn’t waste time."

It’d be even better if it were smaller!

Who else is as considerate as Yu Tingwan!

Trying hard to find excuses for him.

"Don’t mind such extraneous matters, maybe... maybe you weren’t like this before, you were amazing before. It was the injuries later that affected your body."

Wei Zhao watched her small mouth chatter indifferently.

Yu Tingwan patted his shoulder: "If it bothers you, let Doctor Ge take a look, at worst we treat it. But don’t avoid the doctor out of embarrassment."

She said everything she could.

Yu Tingwan felt she left nothing out.

She was about to get up to drink water, but he pulled her back.

And the girl paid a heavy price.

As soon as these words fell.

The crabapple was already fragile, unable to withstand the torment.

The deep, winding path wound through the twists, the glowing jade buds cut like silk, but the heavy rain was relentless, battering the petals, forcing them to sway precariously.

No escape.

The rain poured down fiercely and urgently, never stopping.

After the watering, the crabapple bloomed even more vibrantly.

The candles in the room had burned out, leaving nothing behind.

Outside, the laughter of children running through the streets signaled the start of the temple fair’s excitement.

The sound of drums and gongs carried rhythmically, cheerful chatter never-ending.

The inner and outer courtyards showed two different scenes.

Yu Tingwan didn’t know how many times she cried.

Her voice turned hoarse from crying.

But Wei Zhao didn’t spare her.

As if he wanted to make up for all the past dues.

She couldn’t imagine how absurd it was to suspect Wei Zhao had fallen from the mountain and injured a certain part.

That day, the excitement belonged to the people of Wuyang City, not to her.

She indeed couldn’t attend the temple fair.

Because the girl hadn’t even gotten out of bed.

Not as tiring as labor.

The light in the room was bright.

Suddenly, a white, soft arm stretched out, gripping the edge of the bed, leaving only a few handprints of sweat.

The girl’s flushed face emerged.

Her black hair was damp with sweat, her temples disheveled.

"Enough, enough."

She said, crying.

But a strong arm belonging to the man came out, pushing her back down.