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

expect that it would be hidden in a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard had failed to find it even after coming in and searching

her more was why her grandmother. had left

her mind, but no one could

an answer.

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. Nobody would

when she saw the man's

the old house next

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

want

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

amorous eyes.

a moment and replied,

by side, stepping out of the courtyard and walking on the quiet

that night.

the stars in the sky were

wharfully

and even the

path, there was an

wishes. The red cloth was fluttering in the wind. Some were

piqued. He side-eyed her and asked, "Bobo, should we make

Specially Placed

eyebrow. "Do you still believe

appeared in his hand. He handed it

that there was not only a pen 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

interested in this."

then why was it that no one had heard

so many times?

Then, he picked up his pen and started

and couldn't help but

Joseph immediately covered it with his hands.

"So petty."

a nearby branch and looked up at the

well in my exam. I hope I don't get beaten up when I go home." There was also a couple who

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

also see some feeble handwriting: "I hope this year's harvest is good, and I hope that my

are safe and sound."

were all wonderful

her head,

moment, a pair of slender and clean hands passed over her head and tied the red cloth

was because Joseph had deliberately tied the side of the cloth with

to be

the more she wanted to