The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!

Chapter 528 - 523: Sweet Enough to Kill Me

The shadows in the room flickered, illuminated by the wavering candlelight.

Wei Zhao sat by the bedside.

Yu Tingwan, lying on the bed, had yet to awaken; her face was as pale as paper, her brow slightly furrowed as if trapped in an ordeal.

A tear slowly slid from the corner of her eye, silently absorbed by her dark hair at the temple.

Before the teardrop dried, another quietly rolled down.

Wei Zhao’s gaze was deep and solemn; his aura was cold and faint. Yet when he used a handkerchief to gently wipe her tears, his movements were extremely tender, as if afraid to disturb her.

The door creaked open, bringing in a gust of hot wind from outside.

Jiasan entered first, unable to hide the worry on her face.

"Still hasn’t woken up? What did the doctor say?"

Behind her were Gu Fuju and Gu Wu.

Gu Fuju looked displeased: "How did she fall into the pond? Aren’t there guards skilled in martial arts around her?"

"How did you manage to take care of her?"

How could something like this happen in their own residence?

Indeed, the couple had asked five questions in a row.

Without giving Wei Zhao a chance to respond, Yu Tingwan on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, sat up abruptly, her expression dazed.

Who had the mind to ask further questions?

All their thoughts were on Yu Tingwan.

About to step forward to inquire.

But in the next instant, Wei Zhao’s arm was faster than anyone’s, pressing the young lady back down.

The quilt was tucked back in.

Yu Tingwan’s gaze slowly moved from the ceiling to Wei Zhao’s left arm. Before he could pull away, she unhesitatingly clung tightly to it.

Not letting go.

Wei Zhao gazed down at her: "Let go."

"I won’t."

Wei Zhao hinted softly, "So many people are watching."

Yu Tingwan’s eyes turned, her gaze landing on the three who had rushed in with the news.

Her emotions were intense, yet her eyes were clouded with a thick mist, making it hard to discern her thoughts.

Even though Jiasan’s sobs continued to fill her ears.

She felt a bit at a loss.

Yu Tingwan held on even tighter.

This...

Seeing this, Gu Fuju felt deeply saddened.

Yaoyao truly... cared for this man.

Tan Jiang entered, carrying the freshly brewed medicine.

Though the weather was hot, she had fallen into water, and catching a cold was not an option.

Wei Zhao spoke softly, "Let go and drink the ginger tea."

Yu Tingwan mumbled defiantly, "Then you feed me."

"Do you take me for a deity with three heads and six arms? How can I feed you with one hand?"

"Then..."

She didn’t care.

Yu Tingwan murmured softly, "That’s your problem."

Wei Zhao looked at Yu Tingwan.

Yu Tingwan looked back at Wei Zhao innocently.

And thus, they remained in stalemate.

After an indiscernible amount of time, Wei Zhao relented and helped her sit up, letting her lean against him.

Tan Jiang, perceptive about the mood, supported the bottom of the porcelain bowl with her fingertips and brought it closer.

Wei Zhao scooped a spoonful with a jade spoon, gently blew on it as it was still hot, before bringing it to her lips.

The spicy ginger tea slowly entered, and as she swallowed a mouthful, her brow furrowed.

The flavor was too strong.

It was unclear what other herbs were mixed in, adding a layer of bitterness.

Yu Tingwan was about to spit it out.

Wei Zhao remarked, "This bowl of medicine is estimated to cost three hundred taels."

Yu Tingwan: ???

Did you mix it with gold?

Wei Zhao continued, "Each mouthful of yours is roughly worth ten taels."

Yu Tingwan swallowed without hesitation.

Wei Zhao asked, "Does it taste good?"

Yu Tingwan smiled and said, "It’s so sweet."

After Wei Zhao carried her back to the bedroom, he changed her into dry nightwear.

He checked, and there were no injuries on Yu Tingwan.

Elder Ge had also come to see her, and concurred with Wei Zhao’s diagnosis that there was no major issue.

But falling from such a height was a concern.

Wei Zhao still felt uneasy.

"Do you feel unwell anywhere?"

Yu Tingwan glanced at him, "No."

Just very tired.

Even after sleeping for so long, both her body and mind felt drained. She couldn’t hide the weariness on her face.

Jiasan wanted to advise her, but feared Yu Tingwan wouldn’t want to hear it, so she only said, "Next time, be more careful, even when enjoying the flowers, don’t get too close to the edge. Even if there’s a railing, unforeseen dangers can’t be predicted."

Yu Tingwan replied, "It won’t happen again."

She wore a moon-white nightgown, her hair loose, looking both obedient and soft, making Jiasan’s heart itch.

Wei Zhao offered the next spoonful.

But how long would it take to finish this bowl, spoon by spoon?

Yu Tingwan made a pained face. Just as she was about to speak, Jiasan was a step ahead.

"Gui Zhi."

Jiasan took the porcelain bowl from Tan Jiang’s hand: "You’re certainly inconvenienced, and it seems you’re not skilled at feeding, let me do it."

Though the feeding was well-done, not a drop spilled, it was unclear how she could make such an absurd claim with her eyes closed.

Yu Tingwan’s body tensed momentarily.

Jiasan was a bit nervous, especially when faced with the girl’s clean yet complex gaze. She scooped a spoonful, brought it to Yu Tingwan’s lips, yet feared rejection.

Yu Tingwan hesitated a moment, then opened her mouth to swallow.

Jiasan’s hands trembled slightly, unable to hide her joy. But as she prepared to feed again.

"Madam."

Yu Tingwan suggested, "I can do it myself."

Jiasan’s smile faltered.

"Alright."

Seeing her like this, Yu Tingwan suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"I’m afraid of the bitterness," Yu Tingwan explained.

Jiasan hurriedly responded, "That’s my fault. I came in such a hurry, I forgot to bring you some preserved fruits. Your uncle’s household, Madam Zhao, makes excellent preserved fruits that those outside can’t compare to."

"No."

Yu Tingwan didn’t explain further, she just did what she thought wouldn’t hurt either side.

She hesitated a moment, then released Wei Zhao’s arm.

The next moment, without hesitation, she grasped Jiasan’s wrist, bringing the hand holding the porcelain bowl closer to herself.

Yu Tingwan lowered her head, lips close to the bowl’s edge. As she tilted her hand up, the ginger tea flowed down. She drank it all in one go despite the bitterness, her delicate, fair face scrunched up like a bun.

But admittedly not in the best spirits.

Soon, she slipped back under the quilt, eyelids heavy with sleep.

She even gagged once in nausea.

Yet remained stubborn.

"It’s... sweet."

Wei Zhao: ...

Jiasan: ?!!!

She glanced at Yu Tingwan, then at her own hand.

Seeing that the girl was fine, and even willing to be close to Jiasan, Gu Fuju felt relieved: "It’s good that Yaoyao is unharmed. Gui Zhi, take good care of her."

He implied his intention to leave.

"I’ll send the preserved fruits tomorrow."

At this hour, it was already very late.

As they were about to step out, Wei Zhao spoke timely.

"It’s dark, and the journey back and forth is strenuous. Unless there’s urgent matters at home, why not stay at the mansion for the night? Leaving tomorrow wouldn’t be too late."

Gu Wu was inclined to agree happily, but seeing Gu Fuju restrain Jiasan, halted her.

Gu Fuju didn’t turn back, feeling unsettled.

After waiting a while, he didn’t hear any objection from Yu Tingwan.

It seemed that child didn’t object.

Perhaps the wind was too strong, his throat tightened and his eyes grew hot.

Gu Fuju smiled.

"Alright."

Wei Zhao instructed Tan Jiang to make arrangements.

After the others left, Yu Tingwan found herself unable to sleep. She forced herself to stay awake.

"Has Bao Pu arrived? When will the ritual be performed?"

Wei Zhao replied, "He’s here."