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

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

puzzled her more was why her grandmother. had left her a key, and

her mind,

an answer.

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

skipped a beat when she saw

the old house next door. Joseph

moon is quite bright tonight. Do

you want to go?"

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

amorous eyes.

pondered for a

side, stepping out of the courtyard and walking

was indeed bright that night. The

the stars in the

wharfully

village was quiet, and even the

the end of the path, there

to make wishes. The red

of a sudden, Joseph's interest was piqued. He side-eyed her and asked, "Bobo, should we

Specially Placed

eyebrow. "Do you

suddenly appeared

It must have been specially placed by the local villagers

interested in this."

wish actually worked, then why was it that no one had heard her even after she had bowed down to the

so many times?

Then, he picked up his pen and started writing

a little curious and

Joseph immediately covered it with his hands. "Don't

"So petty."

walked to a nearby branch and looked up at the wish written by someone else on a red piece of

crooked and twisted, 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

"I hope that we can gw old together, get married, have

down, she could 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, lost

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

anything. That was because Joseph

was inevitable for her to

the more she