Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 155 Little Tricks_1

Chapter 155: Chapter 155 Little Tricks_1

"He may be pitiful, but that shouldn’t justify mistreating me," Xiaohe’s voice weakened as he spoke again.

Wang Jingzhi’s fate should have ended long ago, perhaps due to the failures of his past six lives, many things in this life had shifted from their original paths.

For instance, Su Tao was not supposed to appear in Lihua Village, most of the villagers should have died in the massive earthquake, and furthermore, this senseless flight from famine...

Thinking this way, Xiaohe no longer felt resentful.

Why should he upset himself?

Although Nanzhi and the others had stopped to rest, the other refugees continued moving forward, stepping indifferently over any corpses that blocked their path.

The dead might have been liberated, but the living had to go on.

"Xiaohe, do you feel that? Was there just a tremor?"

Nanzhi had intended to gather more firewood to keep the fire burning, but suddenly paused and looked towards Xiaohe.

"A tremor?"

Xiaohe looked puzzled but simply shook his head and denied it, "No, there wasn’t."

Seeing his response, Nanzhi felt somewhat relieved.

Since he said there was nothing, it must have been her imagination.

During the day it was alright, but night time posed a problem for Nanzhi.

Xiaohe would sleep leaning against the cart beams, and he didn’t need to come inside the cart, but given Wang Jingzhi’s current condition, if he were to sleep outside, he might very likely freeze to death by morning, making today’s rescue pointless.

Unfortunately, it was just her and Zhiyu, a widow and orphan, and Miaomiao was an unmarried girl; they couldn’t let him sleep inside the cart.

Shen Miaomiao was no fool, seeing the sky darken, her face showed some conflicted emotions.

Rescuing people was truly troublesome.

As they hesitated, heavy snow began to fall from the sky, and disregarding the usual propriety between men and women, Nanzhi was just about to climb onto the cart when she noticed faint figures approaching amidst the howling wind and the sounds of rolling wheels entering her ears.

Her heart stirred, Nanzhi hurriedly looked up, only to see a group of people trudging through the snow; as they drew nearer, she finally saw clearly, it was none other than her two brothers!

"Big Brother! Ercheng!"

Nanzhi waved excitedly on her side, but Lin Yicheng and his group kept trudging forward, teeth clenched.

The roads were slippery in the snow, and they had fallen countless times that day.

"Big Brother, I think I just heard Fatty’s voice!"

Lin Ercheng, steadying the mule cart, thought he heard someone calling them and looked up to shout.

"You must have heard wrong," Lin Yicheng, leading the way, felt his clothes soaked with sweat.

Thinking that his sister and little nephew might be dead by now, Lin Yicheng felt a tightness in his chest.

"Big Brother! Ercheng!"

Seeing they didn’t react, Nanzhi walked a few steps forward and continued shouting.

"Big Brother, it’s Fatty!"

Hearing the shouting again, Lin Ercheng quickly looked up and finally saw Nanzhi waving her hand not far ahead.

Lin Yicheng also looked up, and seeing it was indeed his sister, his face lit up with joy.

Fatty is safe!

Seeing her and her group added strength to his body, and he stepped toward Nanzhi.

Lin’s mother, who had been sewing in the dark inside the cart, was startled by her son’s shouting outside, lifted the curtain, and burst into tears the moment she saw Nanzhi.

As soon as the cart stopped, Lin’s mother lifted the curtain and ran down, only to embrace Nanzhi and start crying.

"My dear daughter!"

Feeling Nanzhi’s increasingly frail and thin body, her mother felt even more heartache.

Hearing her own mother’s cries, Nanzhi felt a slight pain in her heart, which was soon soothed by a pair of hands covered in calluses.

"Mother, I’m alright."

Nanzhi didn’t intend to cry, but seeing the joy on the faces of her family members made her nose tingle and large tears began to fall.

They landed on her mother’s shoulder, blooming a small flower.

Hearing the noise outside the cart, Shen Miaomiao hurriedly got out, and Aunt Guihua embraced her daughter tightly as soon as she saw her.

"Mother, I missed you all so much." The little girl’s face was already a mess as she nestled into her mother’s shoulder and sobbed.

The Lin family members, witnessing the two embracing and crying, also found their eyes reddening; being together as a family was what mattered.

On the Shen Family’s side, Ms. Li was somewhat tense. These days, her mother-in-law kept saying she feared she would harm her own health, so she always rode the donkey cart, and now with her sister-in-law coming back...

Thinking about possibly having to tread through the thick snow, her face turned pale.

She subconsciously looked towards Chen Qiulan and Sun Cui, her sisters-in-law.

Why could other people marry into good families?

Their husbands were not only tall and handsome, but also loved their wives dearly, and even their parents-in-law were such good people...

And at noon, she saw that their mother-in-law had given each of them a rabbit fur coat!

If tomorrow she had to get off and walk, never mind a coat, she probably wouldn’t even get an extra pair of socks.

Unable to calm her mind once jealousy set in, she struggled to think clearly.

So when Shen Zhong came to call his wife to dinner, all he got was a cold look from her.

"What’s the matter with you?"

Shen Zhong, always a bit dense, couldn’t understand why finding his sister didn’t make his wife happy.

"What are we eating tonight?"

Ms. Li didn’t even turn her head to look at him, merely snorting lightly as she asked.

"Mother said we’re having sweet potato porridge tonight. Come down and warm up by the fire, don’t catch a cold," Shen Zhong said, reaching out to pull her as he spoke. Hearing they were having sweet potato porridge tonight, Ms. Li’s expression darkened even more.

There were still fifty taels of rice on the cart, so why did her mother-in-law always make them eat black pancakes and porridge?

Now that her sister-in-law was back, were they willing to make porridge?

"I’m not hungry, you all eat," she said, and without waiting for Shen Zhong to respond, she went straight into the carriage, leaving him standing by the donkey cart, baffled.

"Why is she suddenly not hungry?" Unable to figure out what was wrong, Shen Zhong finally went back to the fire.

"Where is Ms. Li?" Aunt Guihua, seeing him alone, looked up at the donkey cart.

"She said she’s not hungry and asked us to eat," Shen Zhong scratched his head and reported honestly.

"Not hungry?" Shen San sounded slightly surprised upon hearing this. It was not like when they were at home, where one could afford to skip a meal; skipping even one meal would mean lacking strength.

"I don’t know what’s wrong with her." Shen Zhong sighed. This woman was so strange, she was fine just a moment ago, and then suddenly changed.

Shen Miaomiao frowned slightly, instinctively looking towards her own mother.

Aunt Guihua, however, looked indifferent, merely scooping up the porridge cleanly into bowls.

There was enough for five people, but now divided into four, the portions seemed somewhat larger.

"Mother, aren’t you saving a bowl for sister-in-law?" Shen Miaomiao quietly asked as she took the bowl handed to her.

"If she’s not hungry, let it be. Let’s eat."

Aunt Guihua said nothing more, just nodded her chin signaling them to eat.