Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 142: Feeling like you recognize everyone you see at 142

Chapter 142: Feeling like you recognize everyone you see at 142

"I, I’m late."

The youth in white showed self-reproach and muttered softly.

Upon hearing his words, Zhiyu’s lips pouted as she burst into heavy sobs.

"Daddy! Where are you?"

The youth in white was immediately dumbfounded. This, this, shouldn’t she be crying out for her mother instead?

Why was she now crying out for her father?

It would take Shen Wenchen at least half a month to get to Yan City, and even if he was coming here, it wouldn’t be less than five or six days before he could arrive, right?

Only stunned for a moment, the youth in white hurriedly stepped forward to wipe the little one’s tears and whispered soothingly, "Be good, don’t cry, don’t cry. Your mother can still be saved. She can still be saved."

Zhiyu, crying her heart out, slowly stopped when she heard him say her mother could still be saved.

Shen Miaomiao, originally hugging her knees on the carriage beam and crying sadly, hurried over when she heard Zhiyu calling for Daddy, only to see an unfamiliar young boy holding Zhiyu, unsure of what was happening.

She immediately became alert and pulled out the axe that Nanzhi had hidden at the back of the carriage.

"Let go of Zhiyu!"

The youth looked up sharply upon hearing her, only to see a small, skinny figure holding a sharp axe towards him.

"Sister Miaomiao, be careful with that!"

In his panic, the youth in white blurted out "Sister Miaomiao," which took Shen Miaomiao aback.

"Do you know me?"

Shen Miaomiao scrutinized the clean-faced youth in front of her, unable to remember ever seeing such a boy in their village.

"I, I am Brother Twelve’s younger brother, I’m Thirteen." The youth quickly explained, his eyes darting.

"Brother Twelve’s younger brother?" Shen Miaomiao looked dubious. She remembered Twelve saying he was the youngest. How could there suddenly be a Thirteen now?

"Yes, yes, I often hear my brother talking about you! He’s already on his way to Yan City. If Sister Miaomiao doesn’t believe me, you’ll know when you see my brother there." The youth spoke more confidently as he went on. His body was only fourteen years old, and since Twelve was older, calling him brother did no harm.

Moreover, he wasn’t lying. Twelve was indeed headed to Yan City today.

Thinking of how Twelve always talked about Shen Miaomiao and remembering the small pouch he kept close to his chest, the youth almost let out a laugh.

"Brother, can you save my mother?" Zhiyu, having stopped crying, looked determinedly at the youth.

This brother said her mother could still be saved, so he must be able to revive her.

Hearing Zhiyu say this, Shen Miaomiao didn’t question further. She knew the current condition of Sister Nanzhi, but if this young man could truly save Sister Nanzhi, she’d believe him even if he claimed to be the Lord himself.

"Right, I almost forgot about the important thing." The youth slapped his forehead and hurriedly climbed into the carriage.

Shen Miaomiao and Zhiyu both boarded the carriage, sitting at the back and watching his actions.

Shen Miaomiao held the axe tightly behind her back with one hand.

If this youth could really save Sister Nanzhi that would be great, but if he turned out to be a bad person, she was not helpless!

The youth felt a chill down his spine and didn’t dare look at Shen Miaomiao. He took out a smooth little bead from his chest and then had Zhiyu bring over a bamboo tube filled with water.

Zhiyu quickly handed over the bamboo tube but paused for a moment upon seeing the bead, glancing up at the young man before retreating back to the end of the carriage without saying a word.

Mother can be saved!

The youth, watched intently by two pairs of eyes - one wary and one filled with hope - uneasily wiped nonexistent sweat from his forehead.

Why is the pressure so high?

After shaking the bead into the bamboo tube, he looked again and saw that the bead had disappeared, which made him sigh in relief.

He then carefully poured the water from the bamboo tube into Nanzhi, silently praying,

She must wake up, she must wake up. Please don’t let this be the wrong choice!

Watching the youth pour all the water from the bamboo tube without the bead reappearing, Shen Miaomiao was startled.

How could such a big bead just disappear?

That bead didn’t look like any pill...

Zhiyu, however, was even more convinced of her own thoughts.

...

"Lin Nanzhi! Why are you still sleeping?"

A shout from a girl rang out beside her.

Lin Nanzhi abruptly opened her eyes and saw the girl standing beside her bed, looking helplessly at her.

"Get up already, today is Mr. Wu’s class, and he loves taking attendance. You aren’t planning on skipping his class too, are you?"

Lin Nanzhi’s head froze.

Mr. Wu!

Glancing at her phone, it was already 8:15 AM, and class was starting at 8:30!

"Coming, coming."

She hurriedly rolled out of bed and, without even tidying up the bedding, rushed to wash up and grabbed her books before running out of the dorm.

After a long class, Lin Nanzhi slumped over her desk, her stomach growling loudly.

"Lin Nanzhi, aren’t you going back to the dorm?"

Xu Lin looked at Lin Nanzhi sprawled over her desk and asked with a smile.

"I’m going to the cafeteria to eat first, I’m too hungry."

"Stayed up late reading novels again last night, huh? Sleep early today, get up earlier tomorrow, and have breakfast with us in the cafeteria, okay? I’m heading back to the dorm then."

After waving to Xu Lin, Lin Nanzhi picked up her books and headed straight to the cafeteria.

By now it was 10:30 AM. At this hour, the cafeteria had few breakfast options left, and the lunch dishes were not yet available.

After wandering around for a while, Lin Nanzhi finally went to the grains window.

"What will the young lady have?"

The cafeteria auntie asked with a smile, causing Lin Nanzhi to briefly lose focus.

Why did she feel like this auntie looked so familiar?

"Young lady?"

Hearing the auntie’s voice again, Lin Nanzhi quickly looked around and finally pointed at the steamed buns nearby.

"You have good taste, young lady. These are made with chestnut flour, very fragrant!"

The cafeteria auntie cheerily said and handed over the packaged steamed buns.

"Thank you, Aunty."

As soon as Lin Nanzhi finished speaking, she stiffened and quickly corrected herself, "Thank you, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am."

The cafeteria lady just covered her mouth and laughed twice without saying anything further.

Lin Nanzhi, blushing, swiped her card quickly and ducked out, bumping into someone entering just as she reached the cafeteria entrance.

"Sorry, sorry."

After bumping into someone, Lin Nanzhi apologized quickly, sighing to herself.

Why was she so unlucky today?

First, oversleeping, then misspeaking, and now bumping into someone.

"It’s okay."

The boy’s voice was cool and deep, devoid of unnecessary emotion, merely saying it was okay before he walked away.

Lin Nanzhi looked up at the boy’s retreating figure.

He was quite tall, dressed in a white T-shirt and light jeans, with a buzz cut, looking somewhat familiar.

Recalling that he wasn’t a classmate from her own class, Lin Nanzhi shook her head and headed back to her dorm.

Why did everyone she saw today look familiar?

Could it really be from reading too many novels?

The boy went up to the grains window and got himself two chestnut flour steamed buns before also leaving the cafeteria.

Aunt Liu teased her colleague, saying, "Sister Lin, you’ve gained a daughter today!"

The woman known as Sister Lin laughed and pretended to slap her, "What are you talking about, girl? The two stinkers at home are already driving me nuts!"

"But your chestnut flour steamed buns are indeed delicious. I can’t get enough."

Sister Lin lifted her head proudly, "It’s a family heirloom recipe. Of course, it’s delicious. I’ll pack a few more for you later. Take them home for your kids to eat."

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