The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right! Chapter 194: Poking His Soft Spot

As the sky began to lighten, Elder Ge prepared the herbs, ready to wake up Wei Zhao.

But as he reached the door of the pharmacy, it was opened from the inside.

Out ca Yu Tingwan.

The young lady had a fresh face and, after a good sleep, her complexion was glowing.

Elder Ge was stunned, his gaze falling on the n’s coat she was wrapped in.

n’s style.

It was the General’s.

Elder Ge: ???

We told you two to sleep separately, so how co you’re still together!

Can’t you control yourselves?!

Wei Zhao’s condition doesn’t allow for physical activity.

Yet with the fire in his heart, this could lead to problems.

Why so inconsiderate?

He tightly knitted his brow, preparing to turn back and remind Wei Zhao.

Yu Tingwan had only worn light undergarnts when she ca yesterday, it rained outside bringing a chill, so when she woke up, she casually picked one of Wei Zhao’s coats to wear.

She noticed Elder Ge’s odd expression. The look he gave her was obviously strange.

Yu Tingwan was about to ask what was wrong when she heard a noise from next door.

Wei Zhao opened the door and stepped out.

He walked very slowly, his expression extrely calm, brushing past the two of them as he went directly into the pharmacy without leaving a word, not even glancing at the beautiful young lady.

Elder Ge: ??

He found it rather peculiar.

"Ignoring is one thing, but how could he ignore you?"

He quickly realized.

"Wait! How co the General ca out of your room?"

Yu Tingwan frowned: "I don’t know either."

Elder Ge: ??

Seeing Yu Tingwan like this gave him a headache.

Did you piss him off again?!

Can’t you just give the General so slack?!

Nonetheless, he felt relieved.

The General is steady, self-controlled, a person ant for big things, unlike those decadent young n in the Capital who only seek pleasure, ignoring the consequences.

Yu Tingwan was also feeling dejected: "Yesterday started off fine, but then he beca cold-faced."

He even sneered a little.

The man pushed her away to get up and went next door.

Useless, and holds grudges.

Drip drip drip.

The sudden downpour had stopped, but water was still dripping from the eaves. After a night of beating rain, shallow puddles had been made in the muddy ground.

Yu Tingwan: "I feel guilty."

She pondered deeply: "I must have hit a nerve."

Otherwise, Wei Zhao wouldn’t be so agitated.

Elder Ge was puzzled.

"What did you poke at?"

Whether it was the wet ground from the rain that caused his unease or simply his age prompting endless concerns, he couldn’t fathom.

"Our General doesn’t have any weaknesses!"

"If you say sothing bad about him, it’s not just he who wouldn’t be happy, even I would want to have a serious talk with you."

He didn’t receive a reply from Yu Tingwan.

Instead, he heard a cold voice from inside.

"Get in here!"

So, Elder Ge went in to prepare a dicinal bath, while Yu Tingwan was shut outside once again.

Taking a dicinal bath didn’t require undressing completely, yet now she wasn’t even allowed to watch.

Having seen it once was enough for Yu Tingwan, she wasn’t keen on watching again.

The pharmacy was large, and Elder Ge poured the well-cooked herbs into the bath tub.

Amidst the rising steam, he turned around just about to help Wei Zhao, who was seated in a grand armchair, to move.

Wei Zhao: "How long more."

Elder Ge: "What."

Wei Zhao was weak, walking was manageable, but lifting heavy objects was tough.

He tersely said: "To recover inner strength."

Elder Ge was stern: "Such things can’t be rushed."

"I know the General feels weak, even holding a pen is difficult, it delays so many matters and it’s indeed inconvenient."

A thought about their separate rooms flashed across his mind.

His eyelid twitched.

Now he got it.

"Why so discreet, General?"

Inner strength indeed.

He could just straight up ask when he’d regain his strength.

For what that regained strength would be used, he wouldn’t inquire further.

Elder Ge, with a jovial deanor, but upon eting Wei Zhao’s dark eyes, fell silent.

Wei Zhao: "What are you implying?"

Had no such implications.

Just wanted to tease you.

Tease you for being naive.

Yet Elder Ge didn’t dare say it out loud.

Wei Zhao, with a less-than-friendly tone: "As soon as possible."

Elder Ge: "Yes."

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This matter went unknown to Yu Tingwan.

She returned next door, changing back to her own clothes.

Fu ng ca when she was having breakfast.

Who knows where it had been frolicking, not a speck of mud clung to it, yet its paws left footprints with every step, its fur was damp and still dripping water.

Soon, it retracted its paws.

Its naturally clean-loving pads cleaned up before re-entering the room.

It walked in, shaking off excess moisture, and headed towards Yu Tingwan, chin lifted as it sniffed at the bun in her hands.

Just right, it hadn’t had breakfast and felt hungry too.

Fu ng gave Yu Tingwan a look.

It hoped Yu Tingwan would adopt the right attitude and serve it with both hands.

Yet, against all odds...

Yu Tingwan was not perceptive.

She took a bite.

"There are so in the kitchen, fetch it yourself."

Fu ng: ??

It raised a paw, revealing sharp claws, intending to show Yu Tingwan a thing or two.

With a ’pop’, it was slapped down by Yu Tingwan.

Fu ng was in disbelief.

Yu Tingwan felt thirsty, she picked up the teacup, finding it empty, she needed to fetch more from the kitchen.

She looked outside, feeling unwilling to move.

Yu Tingwan: "I heard you can pour water?"

Fu ng stood proudly, it was rather capable.

It roared at Yu Tingwan.

Don’t think a few praises would make it forget about being hit. There would be payback sooner or later!

Yu Tingwan took another bite, mumbling, "I don’t believe it."

Fu ng: ??

What’s your basis for disbelief?

Besides pouring tea, it could do much more.

Hu Dongxi wasn’t rely a troublemaker. Feeling a bit impatient, it couldn’t bear being underestimated by Yu Tingwan.

Yu Tingwan: "Unless you show ."

Fu ng glared, pacing back and forth fiercely.

What a joke.

Just because Yu Tingwan wanted it to, should it demonstrate?

How humiliating that would be.

Yu Tingwan tilted her head: "Seems like Wei Zhao exaggerated."

"You have a bad temper; those under you always close their eyes and flatter. Hearing praises too many tis, even he took it seriously."

"And you, how could you falsely claim it."

"Recently, Qingya was inexplicably singing tunes, calling everyone it saw ’wife’; the entire street was amused, but none were truly its ’wives’."

Fu ng felt belittled, especially being likened to that Qingya by Yu Tingwan.

Could it accept that?

Yu Tingwan sighed: "Forget it, I wouldn’t want to trouble you, genuinely proving yourself."

"Wouldn’t want to put you on the spot."

Fu ng?!!

Don’t hold it back.

With a snort it stord outside, shortly returning with a pot of lukewarm water clamped in its mouth. Its eyes scanned the room, spotting Yu Tingwan holding a cup.

Perfect!

It trotted over confidently, crouched.

Mouth clamped on the handle, the spout directed toward the cup, it tilted its head, pouring water slowly.

When the cup was about eight-tenths full, it stopped.

Not a single drop spilled.

Clearly, it had done this many tis before.

Fu ng was just about to stand, looking down at Yu Tingwan from above.

Did you see that!

It was about to roll its eyes disdainfully.

But the young lady’s comndation never ca.

Yu Tingwan picked up the cup, downing it in one go.

"One more cup."

Fu ng: ...

Seed like it had been duped.