Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 138 Flood _1

Chapter 138: Chapter 138 Flood _1

Nanzhi sat on the carriage beam, clenching the rope tightly, fearful she might be thrown off. The downpour had gone on for so long that Nanzhi could no longer see where they were headed, and could only let the mule run wild with them in tow.

The road had never been smooth, and with the storm raging on, the carriage nearly got stuck in the pits several times.

"Miaomiao, you and Zhiyu need to hold on tight, and don’t let go no matter what!"

Nanzhi, soaked to the bone, shouted with her eyes closed.

The noise of the rain was so loud that the big and small inside the carriage only heard the part about not letting go, so they hurriedly responded, "Okay!"

Cold drafts would occasionally seep in through the small openings on both sides of the carriage. Seeing Shen Zhiyu shivering from the cold, Shen Miaomiao grew anxious. Looking around, she tore the cotton quilt that had been used as a mattress, wrapped the little one up, and then held onto Zhiyu with one hand and grasped the side of the carriage with the other.

The little one, hearing the rain outside, shrank into a ball out of fear, and tears welled up in his eyes, thinking of his mother driving the carriage.

"Mother, come inside!"

The child’s voice, tinged with a sob, rose, tightening Nanzhi’s heart. Yet, all she could do was tremble as she called out, "Be good, Zhiyu! Mom is driving the carriage. Once we reach a safe place, Mom will come inside! Listen to your auntie!"

Shen Zhiyu inside the carriage didn’t speak again but started to sob softly instead.

Suddenly, Nanzhi felt her body lurch, sensing that the mule was running uphill; she finally let out a sigh of relief.

At least now that the storm had really hit, they would stand a better chance of survival by being on higher ground.

The rain gradually subsided, and the mule, seemingly exhausted, stood still and no longer continued forward.

Then she heard a rumbling sound approaching, followed by a wave of black water rushing down from the path they’d just come from.

Along with the flood came numerous branches and rocks, and even through the hazy conditions, Nanzhi thought she saw several people getting swept away by the torrent.

The downpour had now turned into a pitter-patter of droplets, and Nanzhi wiped the cold rainwater from her face, allowing her heart to loosen a little.

Then dizziness overcame her, and she fell to the ground, soft and limp.

Lin Yicheng, Lin Ercheng, and Shen Zhong were also driving their carriages uphill. Just as they stopped to catch their breath halfway up the slope, they watched the waters rush down the mountain path, sweeping away two large trees that had stood in their way only moments before.

"Nanzhi, Zhiyu, Miaomiao..." The mother of the Lin Family, her face deathly pale, trembled as she struggled to utter these three names.

Aunt Guihua was similarly struck dumb, crying loudly at the thought that her daughter, alongside the Lin girl and Zhiyu, might have been swept away by the flood.

Chen Qiulan and Sun Cui were also at a loss, realizing their young miss and Zhiyu hadn’t kept up!

Watching the black floodwaters spread down the sides of the mountain, Lin Yicheng, Lin Ercheng, and Shen Zhong, despite their worries, could only press on towards higher ground.

"Nanzhi..." Lin Yicheng gazed at the torrent below with a complicated expression, believing in his heart that Nanzhi would be alright, but the flood was fiercely savage...

The thought of the downhill path they had taken earlier cast a shadow in his eyes — there had been no trail leading up the mountain, and he wondered whether the mule could have led Nanzhi and the others to safety from the disaster...

"When the flood subsides, we’ll go back. Nanzhi is a girl with good fortune; she will be safe," Lin Ercheng declared, his eyes steady with belief that his sister would not be harmed.

The mother of the Lin Family, wiping away her tears, looked at her sons and said, "We must find your sister!"

Aunt Guihua, almost crying herself into a faint, was consoled by her husband, Shen Zhong, "Don’t cry, old lady. Once this flood is over, we’ll follow the Lins and find Miaomiao!

Shen Zhong held his trembling wife, patting her back silently.

Both families were resolute in searching for Nanzhi and the others, now changing their clothes to wait for the rain to stop.

Feeling the mule cart come to a stop, Shen Miaomiao quietly asked, "Sister Nanzhi?"

After a long silence with no response, the young girl’s face turned pale. She hurriedly lifted the cart curtain, only to find no one on the beam above.

After instructing Shen Zhiyu to wait obediently inside the cart, she quickly got off, worried that Nanzhi might have fallen off along the way.

After looking around, she found Nanzhi lying on the ground, her face devoid of color, and she hurriedly dragged her towards the cart.

The young girl didn’t have much strength, and a person’s body becomes extremely heavy when they lose consciousness. It took Shen Miaomiao quite a while to drag the drenched Nanzhi onto the mule cart.

"Mother!" Seeing her mother soaked and pale, Shen Zhiyu rushed over and called out to her.

"Zhiyu darling, your mother is tired. Let your auntie change her clothes, and you be a good boy," she said.

After pacifying Shen Zhiyu, Shen Miaomiao didn’t dawdle and quickly stripped Nanzhi of her wet clothes, then wrapped her tightly in a thick cotton quilt.

She wanted to boil some hot water for her to drink, but it was still raining outside, so she had to give up the idea.

Shen Zhiyu reached out and touched his mother’s face, only to feel an icy chill, and he burst into tears.

"Mother, Mother!"

The little boy’s cries were heartbreaking, and Shen Miaomiao was also in great distress, but she could only say, "Zhiyu darling, don’t cry, let your mother rest well."

The little boy nodded, biting his lip to stop himself from crying out loud, yet his tears still fell in large drops.

At this point, Shen Miaomiao had no idea what to do. Usually, when she caught a chill, her mother would make her drink some hot water. But now, with the rain outside, where could she go to boil water?

Somewhat dazed, Nanzhi woke up once and, with effort, opened her eyes to see Zhiyu crying. She reached out to touch his face, but before she could say anything, she blacked out again.

Suddenly feeling anxious, Shen Wenchen paused in his actions, and Song Lian, seeing this, asked with concern, "Wenchen, what’s wrong with you?"

"It’s nothing."

Although he said it was nothing, Shen Wenchen seemed to have lost his spirits.

Out of nowhere, he had felt a sharp pain in his heart, followed by a wave of intense anxiety.

He wondered if something bad was about to happen.

"Are you sure it’s nothing?" Song Lian didn’t think he looked fine and, no longer in the mood to continue sparring, waved his hands and said, "Forget it, let’s call it a day."

Shen Wenchen nodded and fist-palmed, "Your subordinate takes leave."

Watching his retreating figure, Song Lian clicked his tongue twice. It was the first time in over three years he had seen him distracted during a sparring session. He wondered what had happened.

Back in his quarters, Shen Wenchen still felt his heart palpitate and panic, showing no signs of improvement. Now he started to feel truly alarmed.

Could it be that something had happened to Zhiyu and her?

Thinking of this possibility, he couldn’t sit still. In the past life, it was because of his amnesia that mother and son had suffered. But this life, he had remembered.

Even if she wasn’t Nannan...

Thinking of her waiting at the door with Zhiyu, Shen Wenchen’s eyes darkened.