The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!

Chapter 522 - 517: You Can Always Trust Me

The chaotic memories poured down like a torrential rain, rushing into the mind as if competing for a place.

Yu Tingwan did not want to overlook any fragments, piecing them together in her mind.

She saw that night, the candlelight flickering in the room.

The man’s eyes surged with a deep possessiveness, pinning her between the bed and the wall. His overwhelming presence enveloped her, hot and assertive, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Graceful fingertips wove around the sash at her waist, twisting and untwisting, as if silently probing.

"Don’t you have any questions?"

A warm breath grazed her ear, sending a subtle shiver down her spine.

Yu Tingwan’s dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, highlighting her blushing cheeks, yet she dared not meet his gaze directly.

"No."

"You should ask."

He instructed her.

"Ask me if I’ll leave once I’m healed."

"Ask if I can treat you well."

"Whether I’ll take responsibility if I have you. If I dare to marry you and treat you with the respect of a proper wife."

He said.

"Yaoyao, you can’t just follow me blindly."

He didn’t know what he thought of.

The smile on his face faded slightly.

"This world is full of deceit, with treachery lurking beneath courteous facades. People’s hearts are treacherous and nothing is truly trustworthy."

Yu Tingwan pressed her lips together.

She understood the reasoning.

Indeed, in this world, only oneself is truly reliable.

Her gaze was as clear as autumn water, revealing a rare hint of dependence as she looked at him.

The position was clearly dangerous.

But...

She asked directly.

"Can I trust you, sir?"

Wei Zhao was slightly taken aback.

Without hesitation, he gave her an answer.

"You can trust me forever."

Yu Tingwan also felt that way.

That’s enough.

She was not someone to be troubled by mundane worries.

Nor did she want to think too much.

Life is so short; as long as this person treats her sincerely, that is enough.

As for the rest...

She didn’t want to think too much about it.

At least not now.

She nodded heavily in approval.

"Hmm, you are a gentleman, sir."

Wei Zhao chuckled, "Do you know what I want to do to you?"

Between a man and a woman, what else could it be?

Yu Tingwan kept nodding.

"And yet you still call me a gentleman?"

Yu Tingwan spoke with confidence.

"You appear cold, but you have a good heart."

A good heart?

Those words seemed absurd and comical to him.

Wei Zhao had long lost count of how much blood was on his hands.

Seeing his disbelief, Yu Tingwan said to him.

"If your character were poor, how could County Magistrate Xiao take such care of you? Elder Ge even went to great lengths to treat you. Your subordinates are loyally devoted to you?"

"You treat me well too."

"In those days after I woke up, when I accidentally spilled your medicine, you never held it against me."

Wei Zhao: ...

That was because he never wanted to drink it in the first place.

"The previous time when I got drunk, despite your injury, you carried me back to bed. Seeing me cry uncontrollably, troubled by past matters, you comforted me and watched over me all night."

"Even though you also slept on my bed that night and Elder Ge and County Magistrate Xiao thought you were too cunning, staying over to take advantage of me on purpose, I don’t believe it. You were tired, and you couldn’t just sleep on the floor."

Wei Zhao: ...

He truly didn’t take advantage.

But he did let the girl roll into his arms.

On that day, he recognized his feelings, and after much hesitation, he ultimately decided to follow his heart, holding her tightly.

Indeed, there was some cunning in that.

"Recently, you’ve been listening to me more. You haven’t contradicted me in a long time."

He put her first in everything.

A good man is not judged by his sweet words.

But by his actions.

She didn’t continue speaking.

But Wei Zhao was listening with keen interest.

?

"That’s it?"

Yu Tingwan was serious, "I’ll tell you more slowly in the future."

In those simple words, Wei Zhao felt a tremor in his heart.

With his gaze deepened, he gently released the sash, lowered his head, and bit onto her loosened waistband.

Amidst the flickering candlelight, the apricot-colored sash gradually slipped from his lips. With the faint sound of silk brushing against each other, the nightgown suddenly fell open.

He said.

"Alright."

"You are still injured."

She instinctively hurried to cover her clothes, but he grasped her wrist. The sash was still caught between his teeth, swaying gently with his breath, highlighted by his enticing lips.

"It’s alright."

Yu Tingwan was genuinely worried about his condition.

Once everything was over, she was so exhausted that she drowsily let him clean up.

"Yu Tingwan."

Her eyes were so tired she couldn’t open them, nor did she want to respond to him.

"Yaoyao."

There was still no response from her.

Wei Zhao wasn’t one to make statements about how he would treat her well.

Things that could be done, things that should be done, needn’t be said aloud.

He lay back on the bed, though the wound stretched a bit, his body felt truly... content.

In this mood, Wei Zhao did not want to sleep.

His voice carried a satisfied post-event contentment.

"Shall we go picnicking tomorrow?"

"The fish I roast is quite tasty; I’ll catch a mountain chicken for you to try too, so it’s not too plain."

No response.

"Without a horse, I’m afraid it’s too bumpy riding horseback."

"Then we’ll take Fu Meng with us."

"It knows the best scenic spots outside the city, and riding it, we can get there."

Still no response.

Wanting to continue, Wei Zhao spoke.

Yu Tingwan felt as if a fly was buzzing incessantly around her ears, truly an unbearable irritation.

Though drained of strength, she covered his mouth, speaking fiercely.

"Shut up."

Wei Zhao fell silent.

Uncertain how much time passed.

Leaning against the bed, his right leg casually bent, bedclothes left open, fresh red marks were visible on his neck where it had been scratched.

Wei Zhao gave a light snort.

"You used to coax me so well."

Once achieved, she showed her true colors.

His tone was poignant, "The painstakingly picked flower, in your hands, ultimately withered."

The next day.

The sky was just perfect, the clouds like cotton. A gentle breeze swept through the tips of the grass, creating layers of green waves, mingling with the scent of earth and grass.

Fu Meng diligently laid a white cloth on top.

Yu Tingwan sat directly atop it.

Fu Meng was about to glare at her.

That was prepared for Wei Zhao! It worried that Wei Zhao might dirty his clothes sitting on the grass!

Yu Tingwan, oblivious to the cue, even handed over the bamboo basket.

"Go pick some wild vegetables."

"We can’t return empty-handed. I’ve been craving dumplings with wild greens."

Fu Meng: ??

I’m not a human, and neither are you!

Just as it was about to erupt.

Wei Zhao interjected.

"Go on."

And wasn’t forgetting to instruct, "Pick more wild fruits too. Taste them first, anything sour or astringent is no good."

Fu Meng was beside itself with frustration.

Sour fruits are fine for it, but not for Yu Tingwan?

What is so great about this woman?

She even occupied the General’s bed!

Fu Meng growled.

Wei Zhao sat beside Yu Tingwan, helping arrange her wind-tossed hair.

"This season, there should be plenty of bamboo shoots; fry them with cured meat, and the flavor is especially delicious."

As he spoke, he looked at Fu Meng, who was angrily digging a hole.

"Still not going?"

Fu Meng: ???

The General never used to be like this.

Its tiger face was full of reluctance.

Yu Tingwan showed little compassion.

"What’s going on."

"Not at all like working."

She even boasted shamelessly.

"Unlike me, so industrious."