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!

key tightly in

would be hidden in a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard had failed to find it

grandmother. had left her

mind, but no one

an answer.

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

beat when she saw the man's devilishly handsome

in the old house next door. Joseph hadn't noticed, had

the moon is quite bright tonight. Do

want to go?" she

Joseph's lips as he stared fixedly at Lucille with

amorous eyes.

for a moment and replied,

of the courtyard and walking on

was indeed bright that night.

the stars in the sky

wharfully

village was quiet, and even

of the path, there was an ancient

cloth were hung on the branches, a symbol that people used to make wishes. The red

side-eyed her and asked,

Specially Placed

raised an eyebrow. "Do you

cloth suddenly appeared in his hand. He handed it to

saw 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 wishes. Lucille shook her

interested in this."

was it that no one had heard her even after she had bowed down to

so many times?

he picked up his pen

was a little curious and couldn't

covered it with

"So petty."

to a nearby branch and looked up at the wish written by someone else

hope I don't

gw old together, get married,

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

are safe and sound."

were all

head, lost in

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

tried to see, but she couldn't see anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately tied the side of the cloth with words on it to be facing

to be curious. The more she

it, the more she wanted