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

No wonder Bernard had failed to find it even after coming in and searching

was why her grandmother. had left her a key, and why the address coincidentally led

her mind, but no one could give

an answer.

left the old house. Pretending that she had just come back from outside, she stepped into the door of Madam Grant's house. Nobody would have thought that Joseph was in the courtyard, staring at the

beat when she saw the

hadn't exactly been subtle snooping around in the old

is quite bright tonight. Do you have

you want

smile tugged at the corner of Joseph's lips as he stared fixedly

amorous eyes.

for a moment and replied,

stepping out of the courtyard and walking on the

that night.

and the stars in

wharfully

was quiet, and

of the path, there

wishes.

He side-eyed her and asked, "Bobo, should

Specially Placed

eyebrow. "Do you still believe in things

suddenly appeared in his hand. He handed it to Lucille and murmured, "There's a pen over

under the ancient tree but also a small square table. It must have been specially placed by the local villagers who regularly came to pray and make wishes. Lucille shook her head and indifferently

interested in this."

a wish actually worked, then why was it that no one had heard her even after she had

so many times?

he picked up his pen and

was a little curious and couldn't help but sneak

Joseph immediately covered it

"So petty."

up at the wish written by someone else on a red piece of

handwriting was crooked and twisted, but tender. It read: "I didn't do well in my exam. I hope I don't

we can gw old together, get

down, she could also see some feeble handwriting: "I hope this year's harvest is good,

are safe and sound."

were all

head, lost

a pair of slender and clean hands passed over

see anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately tied the side

to be curious.

it, the more she wanted to