My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Look Around Carefully

Before she knew it, it was nighttime.

Since Bernard had left, there was no one to keep an eye on the

old house. Lucille did not hesitate. Under the cover of the

night, she snuck in.

She had come in a hurry last time, so she didn't look around carefully.

This time, Lucille went straight to the room on the second. floor, groping around.

After searching for a while, she still didn't find anything.

Lucille could not help heaving a long sigh.

The layout of the old house was almost the same as what she remembered, and all the decorations had not changed. It was just that her grandmother used to have some of her childhood photos on the table before, but the photos were missing right then. Someone must have put them away.

Taking a casual glance, Lucille was suddenly stunned.

That's right.

Where were her photos?

Lucille got up and rummaged through the photos. She found that all of her grandparents' photos were still there, except for her childhood pictures.

Who had taken them?

She frowned and sat on the small bed in frustration.

Next to the bed frame, there was smiling, dusty little doll. The color of its body had faded, and its furry cloth had already.

begun to rot, revealing the white cotton inside.

That was the doll she used to hug to sleep as a child.

Lucille casually picked it up and gently patted the dust off it.

Thud!

A key fell out of the cotton.

Lucille was stunned for a moment and immediately picked it up to have a look. There was an address pasted on the key, which led to the most prosperous street in Shein City! In addition to that, there was another sentence on the back of the key.

It read: "Go. This is the gift I've worked so hard to prepare for you, Bobo."

The handwriting was beautiful and elegant. Lucille recognized it at a glance. It was how her grandmother used to write!

held the key tightly in

Bernard had failed to find it even after coming in and

puzzled her more was why her grandmother. had left her

questions came to her mind, but

an answer.

put the doll back in its original place. Then, she left the old house. Pretending that she had just come back from outside, she stepped into the door of Madam Grant's house.

when she saw the man's devilishly handsome

around in the old house

was deep in thought, she heard Joseph's voice." Bobo, the moon is quite bright tonight. Do you have time to

you want to

is fine." A smile tugged at the corner of Joseph's lips as

amorous eyes.

pondered for a

stepping out of the courtyard and walking on

moon was indeed bright that night.

stars in the

wharfully

quiet, and even the wind

of the path, there was

cloth were hung on the branches, a symbol that people used to make wishes. The red cloth was fluttering in the wind. Some were bright, and some

interest was piqued. He side-eyed her and asked, "Bobo,

Specially Placed

eyebrow. "Do you still believe

doesn't hurt to try," Joseph said as a piece of red cloth suddenly appeared in his hand. He handed it to Lucille and murmured, "There's a pen

table. It must have been specially placed by the local villagers who

interested in this."

no one had heard her even after she had bowed down

so many times?

chuckled. Then, he picked up his pen and

was a little curious and couldn't help but sneak

covered it with his hands. "Don't

"So petty."

a nearby branch and looked up

but tender. It read: "I didn't do well in my exam. I hope I don't get beaten up when I go home." There was also

"I hope that we can gw old together, get married, have children, and live a happy

"I hope this year's

are safe and sound."

were all wonderful

head, lost in

over her head and tied the red cloth to the

she couldn't see anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately tied the side of the cloth with words

to be curious. The

she wanted